In the face of abyssal species that are several times larger than giant ships, the shelter ability of the source of the world is the only life-saving straw.

Gondor stood on the highest point of the steamer and looked into the distance, feeling increasingly uneasy.

A thin film like a soap bubble protected the entire ship. But the protective power from the world did not bring much sense of security...

It's not that they don't believe in the source of the world, but... the time of asylum is limited.

Once the energy of the Source of the World is exhausted, it means that their mothership will be attacked by giant monsters!

Even if the Mountain Destroyer Cannon can kill a group of monsters with one shot, so what? Those super life forms can break the keel with just one blow and make the ship emit a dying cry. Once the air in the cabin is polluted by the abyss, ordinary people

People... have no chance of survival.

Thinking of this, Gondor couldn't help but tighten the weapon in his hand and fell into deep worry.

"Admiral, another batch of grape grass has withered for unknown reasons. It may be some unknown disease."

"Then burn it quickly and disinfect it..." Gondor changed his mind mid-sentence, "Process it into starch and give it to me."

"Yes!" The adjutant's voice seemed a little hoarse. He was responsible for controlling the 12,000 trapped Honggang people. Not to mention the risks from the outside world, but more about the small things in life such as firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea.

If you want to survive in this ghost place for a long time, you have too much work to do. Just feeding so many people is a huge problem.

This place is no better than the Demonic Sea, and there is no way to hunt fish.
Chapter completed!