When Alex was led by the five individuals to the secret base of the human resistance army, the entire base suddenly erupted in a massive commotion! Everyone in the base rushed out, kneeling as if before a deity, prostrating themselves before Alex with great reverence.
Some people were so enthusiastic that they approached, wanting to kiss Alex's feet. Excited shouts of "Long live the hero!" filled the air.
Alex felt a bit bewildered by this group's actions. The secret base of the human resistance army was not large, with approximately three to five hundred people. Their living conditions were extremely basic, located in what seemed to be the underground ruins of a factory. Rusty pipes crisscrossed through the complex space, and the people lived in the gaps between them.
The living conditions were meager, with some people lacking proper clothing. Even basic amenities such as water and electricity were scarce, and for illumination, they relied on torches and flashlights.
"The savior of the human race, the great hero, the bestower of divine grace! On behalf of the human race, I thank you for the contributions you have made to our people!" An elderly, white-haired man, shaky and unsteady on his feet, walked up to Alex, bowing respectfully with deep admiration in his eyes.
Alex nodded lightly. The fervor of these people left him somewhat speechless. Though he had killed vampires and destroyed vampire underground cities to achieve his own goals, there was also a desire to vindicate the human race, his own kind. However, he had no intention of supporting or aiding the human resistance army in reclaiming control of this world.
Yet, witnessing the intense admiration of the human resistance army and being treated as their savior, Alex's thoughts took a different turn.
Although the human resistance army was weak, they were not entirely useless. After all, the humans here were a valuable resource, especially the women in the human resistance army who had the potential to become mutated warriors.
Until Alex could establish the City of Darkness safely, he needed to find a way to leverage the power of the indigenous people in this world.
"Great hero, your visit to our base is our greatest honor! I am the prophet of this base, my name is Field, and this gentleman is the captain of this base, Mr. Connor."
This question was the most curious one for Alex since arriving in this world. He couldn't understand how the human race, with such a significant advantage, could be enslaved by vampires to this extent. It seemed entirely illogical.
Of course, curiosity was one aspect; Alex also wanted to understand the deeper history and cultural concepts of this world through this momentous historical event. These insights would be crucial for his plans of colonization here.
Upon hearing Alex's question, both the prophet Field and Captain Connor were momentarily stunned, appearing somewhat bewildered.
From Alex's recent words, it seemed that he knew very little about the history of this world, and his tone suggested that he might be an outsider. Seeing the surprise on their faces, Alex casually explained, "The Supreme Ancestor of the Gods sensed your prayers and sent me to this world to save the human race. I just came down from the divine realm, so I'm not very familiar with the situation here."
The term "Supreme Ancestor of the Gods" was something Alex had seen on the runic inscription next to the statue, so he decided to use it directly. Since these people were relying on divine intervention to break free from enslavement, their intelligence was evidently not very high. Alex also observed that many of them, despite speaking coherently, were illiterate.
Merely listening to their speech revealed their profound ignorance.
"Exactly! Our sincere prayers have moved the gods, and they've sent us an angel! The revival of our human race is within reach! We won't have to live like this anymore! Our brethren will no longer be enslaved like pigs and dogs!" Captain Connor, unable to contain his excitement, stood up and fervently bowed towards the direction of the divine seat.
The other junior captains followed suit, kneeling with tears streaming down their faces.
Only the elderly prophet Field remained seated, his expression growing somewhat complex.