Global Game: Developing a Knight Clan-Chapter 195 - 166: Saint Tier Battle, Human Race and Giant Demon

Chapter 195: Chapter 166: Saint Tier Battle, Human Race and Giant Demon

Coral Island was the most important island among the overseas archipelagos of the Karte Continent.

Before the Giant Demon invasion, Coral Island was the only island within a radius of nearly a thousand nautical miles to possess a Nightmare Level Dungeon.

The Nightmare Level Dungeon had a total of ten floors.

Each floor corresponded to one level for Professionals, from Level 1 to Level 10.

Therefore, any region with a Nightmare Level Dungeon also had the potential to produce Saint Tier Professionals.

Before the Giant Demon invasion, there were a great many Adventurers here.

But after the Giant Demon invasion began, the Underground City was abandoned, and a large number of overseas Professionals traveled to the continent to provide support.

Eventually, many of the overseas cities were slowly abandoned.

And with the Nightmare Level Dungeon already having fallen into disuse due to the fall of the gods, it was naturally left abandoned for a long time.

This lasted until the Human Countries on the continent were completely defeated.

To preserve the last embers of the Human Race, this abandoned Underground City was secretly reactivated.

For this purpose, the entire entrance to the Underground City was even concealed by a Barrier, and the human survivors have all lived underground for over a hundred years since.

The interior of the Nightmare Level Dungeon was vast. Ordinary people cultivated and farmed its various spaces. Even after being sealed for over a hundred years, the Underground City’s population had grown from just over 10,000 to more than 220,000 today.

But even with such a massive population explosion, this enormous Underground Space could still easily support them.

After all, the difference in space between each floor of the Underground City was immense.

Take the bottommost tenth floor of the Underground City, for example.

On this floor, the entire space was like a vast Inner Earth World.

The Inner Earth World was incredibly vast.

It had mountains and rivers, plains and hills.

In short, the entire ecosystem was not much different from the outside world.

The only difference was that the area within this space was finite compared to the surface.

The entire space of the tenth floor was probably just over 60,000 square kilometers.

An area this large, not even counting the space on the other nine floors above, was more than enough to support over two hundred thousand people.

And at this very moment, on a mountaintop east of the human city in the central region of the tenth floor...

An old man was gazing out over the entire Underground Space.

He looked up at the light and heat radiating from the numerous Light Stones on the dome ceiling, his expression full of melancholy.

"To this day, we are barely surviving, yet we still see no hope."

"Even though we have managed to build this place up, and have even become relatively prosperous, as long as the invading Giant Demon Alien Race is not driven away, our century of hard work could be wiped out in a single day."

"And now, this bubble-like prosperity has reached its final moment of judgment."

"Oh, great Sea Goddess, is the age of our Human Race truly meant to end?"

The old man sighed deeply, unable to stop himself from praying aloud to his faith.

"Give it a rest, old man. The Goddess? The Goddess can’t answer you now."

"She’s even waiting for us mortals to save her."

"The passing of the gods is a foregone conclusion. As for whether the age of the Human Race is over, I don’t know, but we have to at least try."

A robust, middle-aged man standing beside the old man spoke indifferently.

"So, old man, have you made up your mind?"

"Are you coming with me to find the next suitable place to establish a survivor outpost, or are you staying here to wait for death?"

The old man looked at the tall, sturdy man beside him, gave a bitter smile, and then shook his head.

"Someone has to stay behind. Otherwise, not many people from here will be able to leave."

"I’ve lived long enough. Even if I survive this, I don’t have much time left."

"The gods have fallen, and as a Priest of the Goddess, I suppose I should contribute my last bit of Power."

"I only hope that you, Yide, can hold on long enough to see the day the Goddess and the other gods are resurrected."

Gazing at the old man, Yide, the City Lord of the Underground City, fell silent.

"Have it your way. As for the gods’ revival, I’m not holding out much hope."

"The gods couldn’t defeat the God of the Alien Race when they were alive. Do you really think they can after being resurrected from death?"

"I can only hope that after their revival, the gods can give our Human Race a better chance to continue our kind. We’ll wait in the shadows; perhaps there’s still a chance for things to turn around."

Hearing this, the old man sighed helplessly.

"The fall of the world is not the fault of the gods."

"Yide, you must understand, just as there are limits to a person’s power, so too are there limits to a god’s."

"Yide, you must not abandon the promotion of faith in the gods. Otherwise, the continuation of our Human Race will be even more hopeless."

Yide glanced at the old man and then snorted softly.

"Old man, I know what I have to do. I don’t need you to remind me."

"But it’s an undeniable fact that the gods spent the past ages indulging in pleasure."

"They proclaimed themselves high and mighty, sitting back and watching us subterranean beings fight to the death in the Underground Cities."

"Those who ultimately emerged from the lowest floor of a Nightmare Dungeon and won all the glory were merely a source of amusement for the gods."

"In my eyes, what were their so-called trials and boons but a means to enslave our Human Race?"

"The gods faced this calamity, and so did our continent. In my opinion, they brought it all on themselves. It’s just a shame about the countless innocent people on the continent who have suffered."

"For a blasphemer like me to end up having to work for the resurrection of the gods... it’s utterly ridiculous."

Faced with the City Lord’s blasphemous words, the old Priest could only try his best to console him.

"Yide, you’re being too extreme."

"The gods never forced us humans into the Underground Cities. All the Adventurers went of their own free will."