Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

Chapter 124: Chapter 97: Dimensional Demon God’s Favorability +1

[Name: Demon God Battle Lance]

[Species: Skills]

[Level: Foundation]

[Introduction: A skill born from the [Dimensional Demon God·War] divine position in a certain world, allowing any part of one’s body to be imbued with the concept of a [lance], and to grow through war and slaughter]

[Note: This skill is a special type with no skill level]

Seeing the skill introduction, Lu Wenwu yelled out, “Awesome!”

Just before, I swallowed a gun, and it could apply a sharp effect to my body; now I have a matching skill directly.

This is really a family collaboration!

Although the War Apostle is a bit of a jerk, there’s no doubt he’s a good person who thinks of others.

Dropping skills means dropping skill sets directly!

Really spot-on!

But before, it seemed like the War Apostle didn’t have the complete skill?

There was only a truncated version on that gun.

Just as Lu Wenwu was testing the skill effects, a few system notifications popped up in front of him.

[Dimensional Demon God·War glanced at you once, finding your existence a bit curious]

[Dimensional Demon God·War’s affection for you increased: +1]

[Current affection level: Indifferent (1)]

Lu Wenwu: “???”

What’s this War Demon God peeking at me for no reason?

As an advanced instance player, Lu Wenwu quickly realized something after a moment of contemplation.

If I could kill this War Demon God, surely I could drop a lot of free attribu…

Oh no, the key to breaking the time loop definitely lies with these so-called Dimensional Demon Gods.

Yes, that’s it!

Then, this so-called time loop…what kind of loop is it exactly?

While Lu Wenwu was constantly pondering, the submarine had already reached the shore, and a large number of War Faithful and almost half the soldiers had landed.

To ensure safety, the remaining Salvation Army did not bring too many weapons or supplies.

If the plan to reclaim the land fails, these huge nuclear submarines prowling in the water are the last retreat.

Lu Wenwu and Lan Shan also followed the vanguard out, looking towards a city in the distance – a city that was basically intact.

This wasn’t their initial landing place, or even a normal landing site; it was under a hidden cliff, with a pier made of a large mechanical structure and steel cables, linking the land above the cliff.

According to the War Faithful who had regained their sanity, that’s where they normally lived.

The remaining troop carriers drove out, loaded with heavily armed soldiers.

Lu Wenwu and Lan Shan went with them, part of the first group to explore the city and check for possibilities of recovery.

Initially, Lu Wenwu thought this would be a simple task easily accomplished.

However…

When he saw another team of heavily armed soldiers through a bulletproof glass observation window, and one of them asked them to stop, he suddenly felt that this ordeal might become interesting.

[Salvation First Army Second Division Fifth Infantry Regiment Third Company Second Squad Leader Tian Liang (E)]: 559/600

[Current Status]: Alert, Cautious, Nervous

Why be cautious and nervous among fellow Salvation Army members?

Before, Lu Wenwu thought the numbering of the First and Second Army was just for easier management.

Now it seems…

It’s not that simple at all!

Lu Wenwu glanced at the company commander who looked utterly hopeless, and asked, “Are there faction conflicts within your Salvation Army? And the conflict is so severe that it’s directly torn open?”

“How did you know?”

The company commander was first surprised, then showed a bitter expression.

“It’s not important anymore. Our faction conflict is indeed severe, and the Salvation Army has split into two parts because of it.”

“Strictly speaking, we are the part that split off, with our main base in the deep sea, also known as the Salvation Second Army.”

“The original Salvation Army is the Creation First Army, with the main base deep underground, unless they’ve moved in the past two years…”

The company commander’s words were interrupted by a burst of irritable voices.

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ps: Wish brothers a happy Spring Festival! May you get rich and bring in those monthly tickets!