Chapter 1707
Chapter 1707 - 1703: The History of the Survivors
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The Aus people in Australia are probably the most tragic in this catastrophe.
Even though this place was once known for its vast, sparsely populated land, it actually had a population of over twenty million.
After that disaster, the number of survivors was less than one percent.... It is said that there might have been only a few thousand living humans in the resistance organizations recently.
Considering the original prosperity, this is too tragic... It is said that there are also some survivors who are kept like livestock inside enclosures, used as fresh meat reserves.
Even Lu Ping’an, who had a grudge against some Aus companies, did not expect an ethnic group to suffer such a fate.
What sustains them to live on might just be revenge...
"That’s not the case, it’s just that they can’t be rescued."
Such a starkly realistic reason left Lu Ping’an at the time with nothing to say.
Australia is isolated overseas, there are no land routes, and the seas.....are full of Fishmen and Sea Beasts, the vast ocean is entirely their home ground.
Forcing a rescue with airships? In the vast sky over the ocean, with your few airships, the high-level invaders have nothing better to do, as if they are short of your little toys.
Of course, these are objective conditions, as long as one is willing to pay the price, nothing is completely impossible.... But the question is, who will pay this ridiculously heavy bill, inviting those top combat powers to carry out the rescue operations?
There are only some survivors in Australia, and the core wealth and industry of mining are hard to move,
Paying so much, even the demise of several Quasi-Gods, just to save some ordinary people..... neither the remaining family members in Australia nor the overseas companies are willing to pay the bill, and Huaqi, their "relatives," also refuse to pay.
Therefore, without a funder, the American blockbuster of rescuing disaster victims did not play out. Instead, the responsible parties tried to downplay the existence of these refugees internationally.
To put it bluntly, as long as the official media of various countries do not report and social media suppresses it, it can be treated as non-existent.
If Lu Ping’an had not come into contact with internal intelligence from the Eastern Country, he wouldn’t even know that there were still living people there.
According to intelligence from the Eastern Country, that resistance army had dwindled from tens of thousands to just thousands, basically struggling to survive in the mountains, underground, and mining areas of Australia.
𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
Now, they have scattered into hundreds of small units... each unit ranging from a few to several hundred people.
Once there are too many people, they could attract unwanted attention. These resistance fighters are more unfortunate refugees with some arms than actual militia.
Even so, they are still carrying out missions like attacking Fishmen and rescuing "Flesh People."
From time to time, when the Divine Boat passes through outer space outside this region, attempts are made to airdrop and teleport weapons, supplies, but nobody really expects them to live for long.
However, it turns out that human potential is limitless, not only have they survived, but in this counter-offensive, they have also provided cooperative intelligence, espionage, and hunting tasks.
Those who have survived to this point, the once confused teenagers, have now become veterans.
"...Rescue people?"
Lu Ping’an did not refuse; he planned to give it a try.
But at this time, the drones stopped him again.
The screen displayed a bunch of things needing verification; after Lu Ping’an unlocked them with his authority, he obtained a batch of confidential intelligence.
It turns out that it was not that no one came to rescue them before. In fact, advanced combat powers did come to stealthily take people away.
"Betrayal, huh..."
But sometimes, it’s better not to test human nature.
Those in dire straits not only betray easily but also sell themselves incredibly cheaply; a few meals might be enough to trade for a life.
Whatever ugly things had happened, Lu Ping’an couldn’t be bothered to understand them, but the betrayal was obvious—those seeking help had willingly or unwillingly become bait, and the rescuers had turned into the foolish fish hooked by the bait.
"...Could it be a trap?"
Of course, Lu Ping’an didn’t believe that all guerrilla teams had betrayed, but "discerning" was just too difficult.
As a result, the outside world grew even more indifferent towards those guerrilla teams. Supplies like dropped radios, resources, and weapons equipment were provided to ensure their survival, sometimes even satellite images and intelligence that might facilitate their operations.
But to trust them? That was impossible.
"Anyway, let’s go take a look."
Lu Ping’an didn’t really care. His life wasn’t so easy to end, and his situation was special—he really could take thousands of people with him just like that.
Moreover, Lu Ping’an could still feel that he might still be Favored by Destiny... Perhaps this was a new mission?
Lu Ping’an vanished into the shadows, and before long, a Fishman patrol and Hunters arrived in the area.
The floating Void Ray opened a Space gate, and a Naga Sword Saint and a Storm Priest stepped out. These were their internal Hunters, a standard setup of one warrior and one mage.
"...He just left."
"Eh? This place, isn’t this where our bait is supposed to be?"
"How about we take a look? There might be something to gain..."
It looked like Lu Ping’an was about to step on a Trap.
But it seems that fate was still watching over him. The Storm Priest shook his head and ultimately chose to give up.
"It’s pointless. Those outsiders have become very cunning. They don’t even communicate face-to-face with the local survivors, let alone trust... Let’s move on. We must complete the sacrifice at the next altar point, otherwise the Master’s Child will create trouble..."
It was no coincidence that Lu Ping’an was able to find these traces. A big daddy was floating overhead, and it wasn’t just humans that were anxious.
That great existence, as always, was boundlessly gluttonous. If it couldn’t be satisfied, the closest ones to itself would undoubtedly be the first to be devoured.
These patrols were not merely Security Teams... More so, they served as "Conscription Officers" and "Tax Officers."
The number of "food" to be sacrificed to the Gods was astronomical. If they couldn’t meet the quota, living Fishmen could also be used to fill the gaps, and with continuous frontline warfare, the vacancies in the barracks needed to be filled.
Who knows how many they could "recruit" during this patrol round.
With time pressing and tasks heavy, if the task of tracking down Lu Ping’an couldn’t be completed, it wouldn’t be completed. But if they failed to complete their recruitment or supplies gathering tasks, their own patrol members would likely end up filling in as food or soldiers.
Naturally, those patrols didn’t deviate from their mission, continuing to seize people to fill their ranks... continuing to patrol.
Thus, Lu Ping’an and the "resistance army" were "lucky" to have narrowly escaped disaster.
"...Interesting."
Lu Ping’an didn’t yet know that his luck had worked once again; it was just unclear whom it was protecting this time.
With the Eye of Truth and a bunch of Life Sensing Series abilities, plus the help of unmanned machinery, searching for those in hiding wasn’t difficult.
He originally intended to watch from afar and if they seemed trustworthy, scoop them up directly into the Courtyard and take them away... Lu Ping’an wasn’t planning to show himself the entire time, to avoid causing any issues.
But after he truly found them, Lu Ping’an kinda changed his mind.
"The Leader actually has black hair and eyes? Are they of Chinese descent or from the Eastern Country?"
— End of Chapter 1707 —