Chapter 233: Taichu Battlefield, Battle Once More

However, the higher the income, the more terrifying the investment became.

As the overall strength of the believers increased, the rate of resource consumption within the Divine Kingdom also skyrocketed.

Expenditures on Medicinal Pills, equipment, Spirit Stone consumption, civilization construction, and war reserves were constantly rising.

With Yang Da maximizing resource investment, the fixed monthly consumption of the Divine Kingdom was now approximately two billion divinity points.

Given current income levels, this consumption was almost negligible.

Most of the funds in Yang Fan's Divine Kingdom were still being invested in buildings like the f-class transformation pod and the construction of Mechanical Civilization.

However, Yang Fan also gradually discovered a problem.

The growth in the believers' strength was clearly beginning to slow down.

It was not a lack of resources, but rather the limitations of the Divine Kingdom's rules.

For the Cultivation system, to give birth to a Core Formation Cultivator.

For the Martial Arts system, to give birth to a Martial King.

For the mechanical system, to have a third-class intelligent life appear.

All of this required the Divine Kingdom's rules to be further perfected; otherwise, it was basically impossible.

Yang Fan possessed the Evolution Talent.

His believers were strong due to overall Evolution, not individual talent.

Relying on the believers themselves to break through the limitations of the Divine Kingdom's rules had a probability that was almost infinitely close to zero.

Even with a hundredfold Evolution speed, this remained the case.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan slowly exhaled, his eyes gradually becoming serious.

"It is time to go to the Taichu Battlefield."

Since the strength of the believers at the demigod stage was already approaching a Bottleneck.

Then breaking through to godhood should also be put on the agenda.

However, before that, the rewards that should be obtained naturally could not be missed.

…

Entering the Virtual World with his consciousness, Yang Fan arrived at Taichu City.

With a slight shift of his thoughts, his consciousness was instantly sucked into the Taichu Battlefield.

The voice of an intelligent life rang out.

"peerless prodigy level Genius Yang Fan, do you wish to immediately connect to the Divine Kingdom and manifest your believers?"

"Yes." Yang Fan nodded calmly.

The next moment, the Divine Kingdom connection was completed.

Boom—

The Void Realm shook, and ten million believers descended instantly.

Three million Foundation Establishment Cultivators, three million Second-Class intelligent life, and four million Martial Master powerhouses.

This was the strongest lineup carefully selected by Yang Da.

For this battle, the Divine Kingdom had begun coordinated training a hundred years ago.

These believers were not only powerful, but all of them were equipped with Intelligent Weapons.

At the same time, Yang San, Yang Si, and Yang Wu appeared together to begin coordinating the command.

On the other side, countless alien creatures began to generate.

Ten million, twenty million, thirty million…

The number skyrocketed crazily, as if it were endless.

Yang Fan was long accustomed to this.

These were merely appetizers.

The battle began, and Yang Fan's believers didn't even bother to set up a Formation.

Everyone simply stood in neat lines.

The next moment, a large number of Intelligent Weapons began to transform.

Click.

Click.

The machinery unfolded.

Energy turrets formed instantly.

Immediately after, countless white lights lit up simultaneously.

Boom!

Streams of energy swept across the battlefield.

Large swathes of aliens didn't even have time to get close before their bodies were blown apart.

Flesh flew everywhere, and severed limbs scattered.

The entire battlefield seemed to have turned into a giant meat grinder.

The aliens charged like a tide, and died like a tide.

Time flowed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, half an hour passed.

At this moment, a large number of Foundation Establishment existences finally began to appear within the alien army.

And Yang Fan's believers finally moved.

The Ten Palaces Yama Array was instantly deployed.

Four million Martial Masters stood at the very front, holding their shields high.

Large amounts of Intelligent Weapons covered their entire bodies, with countless energy patterns flickering constantly, making them appear as if they had transformed into a wall of steel.

The aliens kept crashing into them, but could not shake them at all.

And the three million Second-Class intelligent life in the rear opened fire simultaneously.

With the blessing of the mechanical heart, the power of the Intelligent Weapons in their hands skyrocketed dozens of times.

Every bombardment cleared a large area.

The Foundation Establishment Cultivators in the further rear attacked simultaneously.

Hum—

Flying Swords ascended into the sky.

Sword light filled the sky, slicing through the air and precisely striking those that had slipped through the net.

Across the entire battlefield, the three systems cooperated with each other, forming a perfect cycle.

Defense, firepower, decapitation.

Even facing hundreds of millions of aliens, these ten million believers remained as steady as a rock.

"Master, I just checked the ranking changes, and you have now entered the top 100,000." Yang Da's voice rang in Yang Fan's mind.

Hearing this, Yang Fan's expression remained calm.

When the Taichu Battlefield first began, the number and Realm of the alien creatures were climbing crazily.

But fighting up to now, ever since a large number of Foundation Establishment Stage aliens appeared, the growth rate of the enemy army had clearly begun to slow down.

At least for now, it was far from reaching the limit of Yang Fan's believers.

Continuing to fight at this rhythm, Yang Fan even suspected that his believers might not even need to expend much effort.

"Continue monitoring the ranking, and remind me once I enter the top 100."

"Yes, Master."

…

An hour later, Yang Da's voice rang out again.

"Master, current ranking—entered the top 10,000."

Meanwhile, in a room somewhere in Taichu City, a light screen floated in mid-air.

What it reflected was the scene of Yang Fan's believers slaughtering in the Taichu Battlefield.

Senior Gu Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes full of appreciation.

"Good lad, in such a short time, you have actually cultivated such an elite force."

"It is a pity that the rules of the Taichu Battlefield limit the manifestation to only ten million believers."

"Otherwise, this old man would really like to see just what level your Divine Kingdom has developed to."

Senior Gu Yuan chuckled.

With his discernment, he could naturally tell.

This army of Yang Fan's would have almost no pressure entering the top 100.

Or even—have the qualifications to contend for the top few positions.

However, Senior Gu Yuan did not believe that this meant Yang Fan's true strength had already surpassed those fourth-year peerless prodigies.

The Taichu Battlefield itself did not test total military strength, but rather the Cultivation of top-tier combat power.

The purpose was to tell students that Divine Kingdom War was not just about blindly producing troops.

Many students, in order to compete for rankings, would concentrate resources to cultivate ten million elites.

In Senior Gu Yuan's view, Yang Fan was highly likely doing the same.

However, this was not shameful; after all, the rewards of the Taichu Battlefield were generous.

The earlier the rewards were obtained, the faster the Divine Kingdom would develop.

To be able to cultivate such a legion during the sophomore year was enough to live up to the name of 'peerless prodigy'.

…

At this moment, in the center of the Taichu Battlefield, the battle had reached a fever pitch.

The aliens appearing now had all become Foundation Establishment Stage existences.

Looking out, they were dense and overwhelming, like an endless black tide.

They had no Formation, no intelligence, and their attack methods could even be described as crude.

But the numbers were simply too great, as if they could never be killed off.

If it weren't for the War God Record, after ten thousand years of Evolution, the Physical Body of Yang Fan's believers would not have been incomparably tyrannical.

Coupled with the constant support provided by the Intelligent Weapons.

Facing this kind of tide-like, ceaseless impact, they might really not have been able to hold up.

To reduce the losses of the Martial Master believers, Yang San had long since changed the Formation.

"Spirit Tortoise Life-Protecting Formation—activate!"

Boom—

The next moment.

Above the ten million believers, countless Formation patterns lit up simultaneously.

A cyan giant tortoise, several hundred miles in size, slowly emerged, its giant phantom tortoise shell enveloping the entire army Formation.

Heavy, ancient, and seemingly unshakeable.