Chapter 148: Spread of the zombie virus, Appearance of the Alien Demi-god

Time passed, and ten years had gone by within the Alien God-Kingdom.

During these ten years, the war never ceased.

The number of Fission Beasts was like a locust plague—impossible to kill off or exterminate completely. The further they advanced toward the divine kingdom core, the more terrifying the resistance became.

By now, the army led by Yang San encountered Fission Beasts in the billions every time.

Ranked beings even began to appear among them; they were no longer completely chaotic and were already capable of simple offensive and defensive coordination.

But even so, the state of the war remained a complete crushing victory.

In ten years, the number of believer deaths did not exceed twenty million.

In a war of this scale, such losses were almost negligible.

The reason was simple: although the Fission Beasts had terrifying numbers, their individual strength was far too weak.

Furthermore, they lacked intelligence and had basically no coordination.

In most cases, even if a believer was injured, it was only a minor wound.

And before the war began, Yang Yi had already prepared a large number of healing Medicinal Pills, supplemented by the water of life accumulated in the God-Kingdom. As long as a believer still had a breath left, they could be saved.

At this moment, Yang Fan's consciousness re-entered the God-Kingdom.

This was because Yang San finally made a new move.

He purchased robot soldiers in bulk from the Mall, while also buying a batch of special coffins from a Cultivation God-Kingdom.

Outside the Extra-Dimensional Research Institute.

Thousands of transport planes were lined up neatly, covering the entire takeoff platform.

The hatches opened, and robot soldiers entered the interior of the institute, suppressing those zombies one by one and sealing them into the coffins.

The coffin lids closed, and faint runes flowed across the surface of the wood; the zombies subsequently became quiet.

Afterward, the robot soldiers hoisted them up and loaded them into the transport plane cabins in a predetermined order.

The entire process was like a precisely operating assembly line.

Soon, the first batch of transport was completed.

Engines roared as the transport planes took off one after another, lining up in formation to travel through the spatial tunnel toward the Alien God-Kingdom.

[Zombie-Suppressing Coffin: Price 1000 Faith Points]

[Comes with an Evil-Suppressing Talismanic Incantation, which can effectively suppress low-rank Jiangshi]

Unlike zombies, Jiangshi belong to the corpse cultivation System within Cultivation God-Kingdoms. Although it is somewhat niche, it is a branch of the Cultivate System.

Yang Fan had already come into contact with relevant knowledge as early as elementary school.

To be precise, Jiangshi are still considered believers, but low-rank Jiangshi have incomplete intelligence and uncontrollable behavior, which is why the business of 'Zombie-Suppressing Coffins' was born.

By comparison, zombies simply cannot be compared to them; the suppression effect of these coffins on them was naturally even better.

Watching the robot soldiers carry the coffins to fill the transport planes and then fly off in neat formations to the battlefield, Yang Fan couldn't help but sigh, "High-level intelligent life is indeed powerful."

"Without them, my God-Kingdom could never have developed to this stage today."

These zombies did not distinguish between friend and foe, and on top of that, he had to maintain the 'cognitive guidance' for the believers.

This high-risk transport work was most suitable for emotionless robot soldiers.

The Zombie-Suppressing Coffins from the Cultivation God-Kingdom perfectly solved the issue of losing control during the transport process.

Even the capacity of the transport planes, the dimensions of the coffins, and the loading order had all been calculated by Yang San.

Yang Fan might not have even been able to conceive of this level of coordination and scheduling, let alone execute it.

Following the coordinates, the transport planes quietly entered the Fission Beasts' God-Kingdom. They did not move toward the main battlefield but instead dispersed, flying toward the east and west sides.

Everything within the Alien God-Kingdom flashed through Yang Fan's mind like a series of images.

The transport planes lowered their altitude, and the autopilot System took over control.

Inside the cabin, two robot soldiers went to the cargo hold, opened the hatch, and opened a coffin.

'Click.'

The moment the coffin lid was lifted, a zombie suddenly lunged!

Rotting arms flailed wildly as they instinctively pounced toward any object in front of them.

However, the attacks of these ordinary zombies fell upon the high-strength alloy bodies of the robot soldiers without leaving even a scratch.

The next moment, a robot soldier raised its hand, grabbed the zombie by the neck, and threw it directly out of the hatch without hesitation! The movement was crisp and efficient.

One, two, three…

The zombies were dumped out from high altitude like discarded trash, one after another.

Once the deployment was finished, the coffin lids were closed again, ready for a second use.

In the high sky, those dropped zombies plummeted rapidly like lumps of flesh.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Even though the altitude had been deliberately controlled, many zombies still crashed directly into the jagged rock walls, their bones shattering as they turned into piles of rotting remains on the spot.

Before they could even begin to 'serve their purpose,' they had completely lost their ability to move.

But those zombies that were lucky enough to survive twisted and stood up the moment they hit the ground, roaring while searching for targets.

The scent of rotting flesh spread quickly, and the nearby Fission Beasts were already being drawn over.

Low growls rose and fell, and red gazes lit up in the gloom.

The next moment, the two sides collided head-on!

No testing, no pausing. The zombies and Fission Beasts slammed into each other violently!

Biting, scratching, devouring.

A Fission Beast opened its bloody maw and bit off a zombie's arm, only to be tackled to the ground and have its throat torn open by another zombie a second later.

Neither side possessed intelligence; they slaughtered each other instinctively, the sounds of flying flesh and snapping bones ringing out continuously.

Similar scenes were playing out simultaneously in every corner of the God-Kingdom.

But at this moment, the main force of the Fission Beasts was still firmly pinned down on the front lines by Yang San's army.

The zombie crisis had quietly spread, and that alien god seemed not to have noticed yet.

"Yang Yi, what do you think?" Yang Fan spoke calmly.

"Reporting to Master, against a race that excels in reproduction like this, the zombie System is indeed remarkably effective," Yang Yi said in a cool tone.

"However…"

"However what?" Yang Fan looked at him.

"According to the data I have consulted, these types of alien gods who rely on reproductive advantages often know their own weaknesses and have corresponding countermeasures."

"Yang San deliberately delayed the deployment time, clearly using the main forces to draw attention. Once the opposing god reacts, the spreading effect of the zombies will be significantly weakened," Yang Yi explained.

The Human Race could learn, and aliens could as well.

Facing a glaring weakness of their race, it was not surprising for an alien to find a solution.

But the terrifying thing about the zombie System was its transmission—and it was exponential. Just giving them one year would be enough to drag the entire God-Kingdom into the abyss.

Under Yang Fan's gaze, the changes in the Alien God-Kingdom had already begun; some Fission Beasts became abnormal and started attacking their own kind frantically.

These Fission Beasts infected by the zombie virus had even more distorted and manic movements.

Even if they were heavily wounded, with their internal organs dragging on the ground and their flesh torn open, they were still moving, still searching for targets, biting everything in sight.

The virus began to spread, one to ten, ten to a hundred.

Yang Fan snapped his fingers, and a cup of monkey wine appeared in his hand, as if he were watching a movie, observing this meticulously choreographed grand war drama.

Just as Yang Yi expected, in less than a month of time in the Alien God-Kingdom, that Demi-god discovered something was wrong.

A terrifying aura suddenly descended.

Above the firmament, blood-colored Qi surged.

A massive phantom slowly coalesced, blocking the path of Yang San's army.

That phantom looked exactly like a Fission Beast, but it had been magnified countless times. It was a full thousand meters tall, spanning across the sky.

A blood-red aura constantly radiated from it, pressing down with physical weight.

The entire space seemed to become viscous and heavy.