Chapter 253: Key Defense of the Jiuyou River

Although it was only a distance of a few tens of thousands of kilometers, the Undead Race army's advance was exceptionally slow at this moment.

On one hand, they had to remain constantly vigilant against the remote firepower suppression from Yang Fan's side.

On the other hand, they needed to rely on the mechanical war puppets to provide cover for the rear legions.

The army of believers needed to coordinate with the two behemoths, constantly adjusting their angles—sometimes turning sideways, sometimes changing direction—to let the steel bodies block as much artillery fire as possible.

Although they could not block everything, eighty to ninety percent of the attacks still landed on the mechanical war puppets. Boom! Boom! Massive amounts of laser cannons bombarded them incessantly.

However, those attacks, which were easily capable of annihilating believers at the Foundation Establishment Stage, could only leave charred marks upon the mechanical war puppets. Their high-strength alloy bodies remained almost completely unscathed.

Watching this scene, Yang Fan could not help but fall into thought.

There were too many alien races in reality, and each race had its own advantages and its own flaws.

Even for an S-Rank Building, if it did not match the God-Kingdom system, its brilliance would be buried. The true value of a building was never just its rating. What suited oneself was the best.

Fortunately, this Undead Race did not have subordinates similar to Intelligent Life. Otherwise, if they could fully unleash the combat power of the mechanical war puppets, I fear only two Great Void Warships would be able to suppress them. The losses in this battle would be immense.

…

Due to being in the decisive battle stage, Yang Fan spent most of his time in the Alien God-Kingdom.

After giving instructions to Gu Le, he returned directly to his room and locked the door. His consciousness re-entered the God-Kingdom to oversee the battle.

In the real world, five days had passed. Inside the God-Kingdom, however, five years had already passed.

For five whole years, the Undead Race legions still had not finished traveling this distance. However, the distance between the two sides was now less than a thousand kilometers.

The closer they got, the more severe the losses of the Undead Race became. Because the distance had shortened, the margin of error for the bomb landing points became smaller, and the hit rate of the elven arrows became higher.

At the same time, the Undead Race finally began to counterattack.

On top of the mechanical war puppets, a large number of high-tier Undead Race members began to cast Spells. Fireballs, ice spears, thunder, and death magic fell upon Yang Fan's positions, covering the sky and earth.

Everything had only one goal: to cover the army's advance and disrupt the attack rhythm of Yang Fan's legions.

Just then, Yang Da suddenly spoke. "Master."

"The surprise troops I arranged are at the perfect distance now."

Yang Fan tilted his head slightly. "What are the odds of success?"

Yang Da shook his head and said, "It cannot be calculated."

"The secret passages in the design of the mechanical war puppets are extremely small. If the opponent knows about them,"

"they only need a few high-tier believers to guard them, and our army will be unable to break through."

"But if the opponent doesn't know… perhaps we can take control of the two mechanical war puppets before the true decisive battle begins."

"At most, it's just a few hundred thousand high-tier believers; the losses if we fail are limited."

Hearing this, Yang Fan nodded slowly. "Granted."

Upon receiving the order, Yang Da waved his hand. Yang San quickly withdrew to make arrangements.

Meanwhile, the interception on the front battlefield continued without any pause.

Large quantities of war supplies were continuously transported to the front line through the spatial channel. Artillery shells, Spirit Stones, arrows, and Medicinal Pills—they almost never stopped.

The Adult Elves were already exhausted; many elves had blisters worn into their palms, and some even had tears. When one batch was injured, they returned to the God-Kingdom to recuperate, and another batch continued to replenish them.

Over the past five years, they did not know how many batches had been rotated. But even so, not a single elf complained. Because all the elves knew that this was a divine war.

If they failed, they would also lose their home. All the elves liked the current Elven Kingdom very much, and as dependents, they were naturally willing to contribute.

Because Yang Fan was constantly modifying the environment of the opponent's God-Kingdom, this area was no longer suitable for the Undead Race to survive.

In five years, the losses of Yang Fan's believers were not considered large. On the contrary, the Undead Race had already suffered over ten billion deaths. But even so, there was still no end in sight for the Undead Race soldiers.

Behind the mechanical war puppets, an endless legion of the Undead Race kept appearing, as if they could never be killed off completely.

And at this moment, an army of about one hundred thousand in the corner of the battlefield began to move slowly. The number was not large, but they were extremely elite. Most were Second-class Intelligent Life, mixed with Martial Masters and believers at the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Placed on a battlefield of this scale, they were like a group of inconspicuous ants; no one noticed them at all.

Yang Da commanded coldly. "Firepower coverage attack."

"Launch the smoke bombs."

"Within a month, I want this area completely covered by fog."

After the order was given, a large number of shipping containers were transported to the top of the wall. The container doors opened, and inside were densely packed with large quantities of special-grade smoke bombs.

These smoke bombs were of extremely high value and could even interfere with a god's perception of their God-Kingdom.

The next moment, the Intelligent Life began to load them. Click. Click. Click.

Tens of thousands of launchers adjusted their angles simultaneously. Then.

Boom—a deafening roar resonated through heaven and earth. Countless smoke bombs ascended into the sky at the same time.

The scene looked as if the entire sky was spitting fire. Densely packed shells traced huge arcs, obscuring the firmament. It was like a meteor shower covering the entire battlefield.

A few minutes later, the first batch of smoke bombs landed. Boom! Thick white fog began to spread.

Then the second round, the third round, the fourth round…

Countless smoke clouds continuously stacked, covered, and spread. Finally, between the Zhenjie Xuantian Great Wall and the Undead Race legions, a fog zone spanning a thousand kilometers was formed.

Looking out, it seemed as if the entire battlefield had been forcibly cut into two worlds.

These were smoke bombs worth fifty million divinity points; their effect would likely not dissipate for hundreds of years.

Yang Da was very satisfied with this; as long as the opportunity succeeded, this investment was nothing.

Seeing this scene, the Undead Demigod, who was also overseeing the battle, gradually wore a grave expression.

"My King, this item will affect our judgment of the battle situation."

"Now the central area between the two sides has completely become a fog zone."

"This Human Race… is likely preparing to send out surprise troops." The Advisor spoke slowly.

The Undead Demigod turned his head to look at him. "What are your thoughts?" The Advisor bowed his head slightly.

"Reporting to my King, since they are surprise troops, their purpose is nothing more than two things."

"Either they want to seize special buildings, or they want to split the battlefield and deal heavy damage to our army."

Saying this, the Advisor slowly raised his hand, pointing in the direction of the Jiuyou River.

"The original buildings have long been cleared out."

"Now, the only likely target left is here."

"The Jiuyou River."

"This river is the most important march route for our race."

"Because it lacks the protection of the mechanical war puppets, the losses have always been the most severe."

"Although we changed the method of advance and now have a large number of high-tier believers forming Formations to advance and defend against attacks,"

"if an elite force suddenly appears from the enemy and tears open the Formation,"

"then the rear legions… will become sitting ducks." By the end, the Advisor's voice gradually lowered.

"At that time, the losses will likely be immeasurable."

"The area around the Jiuyou River must be defended as a priority."

Hearing this analysis, the Undead Demigod nodded slightly.

Then he looked at the mechanical war puppets. "What about those two mechanical war puppets?" The Advisor was clearly well-prepared.

"My King, there is no need to worry. Although the mechanical war puppets do not belong to our race and cannot unleash their full combat power,"

"they are still S-Rank Buildings. Even if they are just mobile war fortresses, their defense is absolutely not something a Demigod can break."

"Now that the opponent has relied on the terrain to establish a defensive line on the outside,"

"our army only needs to rely on the mechanical war puppets to push forward, which will be enough to erase most of the disadvantages."

After hearing this, the Undead Demigod finally nodded slowly.

"Do as you say."

"Send out the notice to increase troops around the Jiuyou River."

"At the very least, we cannot be caught off guard."

"Yes, my King."