Chapter 258: I Can Negotiate Too

The Great Void Warship.

Descended.

Immediately after, countless Void Realm cannons lit up on the hull simultaneously.

Boom—!!

The first shot fell.

Space itself seemed to be torn apart.

A massive beam of black light pierced through the battlefield.

Everywhere it passed, nearly a million ordinary Undead Race vanished instantly, not even leaving behind remains.

The second shot, the third shot, the fourth shot.

A single volley caused millions of the Undead Race to evaporate.

The divine kingdom core area.

The Undead Demigod gripped the ancient mirror in front of him so tightly that his finger bones turned white.

Watching the Great Void Warship that blotted out the sky, he suddenly burst into wild laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

"Impressive!"

"Steady enough! And ruthless enough!"

"To think you still had a trump card!"

With the Great Void Warship joining the battlefield.

Those ordinary Undead Race armies could barely advance.

Time continued to pass, and the reinforcements Yang Fan had summoned finally arrived.

A large number of believers began to ascend the Zhenjie Xuantian Great Wall.

More and more firepower joined the battlefield.

The long-range attacks became increasingly terrifying, and not only did ordinary Undead Race begin to die in large numbers.

Even high-ranking believers began falling in droves.

This was a war that possessed every advantage of time, location, and unity.

Even those elite believers on the Martial Route were resting in the rear to avoid taking up space.

Only if the opponent could truly advance to the foot of the wall would it be their turn to act.

However, looking at it now, the opponent seemed completely unable to advance.

Yang San and the other war-type Intelligent Life were still diligently commanding the battle.

Yang Yi and Yang Er were constantly allocating war supplies.

Across the entire front line, everyone was busy.

Only Yang Da, who had somehow brought over an armchair, placed it right in the center of the Zhenjie Xuantian Great Wall.

And Yang Fan was sitting there, enjoying this near-total crushing victory.

At this moment, Yang Da stood to his left.

Ling Xuzi stood on his right, wagging her tail, her little face scrunched up in a smile as she diligently poured wine for Yang Fan.

"Master, the opponent has exhausted all their tricks."

"Looking at it now, aside from the unknown method used to rapidly produce believers."

"This Undead Race lacks special war buildings; the outcome of the battle is decided!"

Yang Da was full of excitement.

As he spoke, his gaze couldn't help but drift toward the distant divine kingdom core.

Clearly, he had already started coveting those core buildings.

On the other side, Ling Xuzi was pouring wine while frantically sucking up to him.

"Master's Divine Might is peerless."

"I have truly opened my eyes during this battle today."

"Having lived for so many years, I have never seen anyone as calculating and infallible as Master."

"Every step the enemy took was within Master's calculations."

"If Master had been born in the ancient era, I fear even the gods would have had to abdicate and yield their positions."

"What Demigod?"

"Although Master is currently a Demigod, in my view, there is no difference between you and a True God."

"For me to be able to follow Master, it is as if the ancestral graves of the Void Spirit Race have been smoking with good fortune for eighteen generations."

"If I had known Master was this magnificent, I should have knelt to sign the contract back then."

Ling Xuzi became more and more excited as she spoke, and in the end, her eyes even turned slightly red.

"Master, if not for you."

"I fear I would still be a muddled little Demigod."

"To be able to stand here and pour wine for you now, this is my honor!"

Listening to this stream of words, the corner of Yang Da's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

This Void Spirit Race Demigod… is too good at bootlicking.

He felt embarrassed just listening to such words.

"Not bad." Yang Fan raised his wine glass and nodded with satisfaction.

"After this battle ends, you shall be heavily rewarded."

Ling Xuzi was overjoyed.

"Thank you, Master!"

As she said this, her wine-pouring movements sped up a bit.

Beside her, Yang Da was even more speechless.

After his master overcame his lecherous habits, how did he develop a new hobby?

Isn't this favoring sycophants and distancing oneself from virtuous officials?

However, thinking of his own palace, Yang Da ultimately kept his mouth shut.

Just at this moment, the entire battlefield suddenly fell silent.

All Undead Race believers stopped in their tracks simultaneously.

The next moment.

An illusory figure slowly condensed.

The Undead Demigod appeared.

Yang Fan couldn't even be bothered to look up, continuing to lift his wine glass and sip gently.

The next second.

Bang!

A dull sound rang out.

The dignified Undead Demigod, in front of his own believers, in front of Yang Fan's army of ten billion.

Knelt down directly.

"Please spare my life! I am willing to offer everything!"

The Undead Demigod prostrated himself on the ground, his head pressed tightly against the floor.

Seeing this scene.

Those Undead Race believers likewise knelt in unison.

For this Undead Demigod, when facing the Human Race, even if defeat was certain, he would still choose to fight to the death.

But at this moment, he suddenly saw another path.

Because he was within his own divine kingdom, he could clearly perceive.

Aside from Yang Fan, the Void Spirit Race member wagging her tail and pouring wine was also a Demigod.

The other party actually accepted an Alien Demi-god as a Subordinate God.

Why couldn't he?

Since he couldn't see a way to survive, then he would change his way of living.

The Undead Demigod suddenly felt that he might still have a glimmer of hope.

Regardless of what this Alien Demi-god and the Human Race had discussed! Or why they had signed a Subordinate God contract.

But as far as the current situation was concerned.

He indicated: "I can negotiate too, I can also be a Subordinate God!"

"What is the meaning of this?"

Yang Fan chuckled. He put down his wine glass.

The Undead Demigod hurriedly looked up.

"I want to be like her. Become your Subordinate God, my Lord."

"I only ask for a glimmer of life."

"My divine kingdom talent is Proliferation. Coupled with special buildings, my believers are almost endless."

"In the future, when you launch a Divine Kingdom War, I can act as cannon fodder."

"Scouting. Dying. Consuming the enemy."

"I am very useful!"

"I only ask to live!"

As he spoke, the Undead Demigod was even somewhat excited.

Because in his perception, Ling Xuzi was pitifully weak.

If such trash was acceptable, why wouldn't he be?

"You want to be my Subordinate God?" Yang Fan was somewhat surprised.

"That's right."

"You still have so many believers."

Yang Fan's gaze swept toward the distance.

"You wouldn't be trying to trick me into entering the divine kingdom core."

"And have other tricks up your sleeve, would you?"

Hearing this, the Undead Demigod's eyes turned ruthless.

He immediately turned his head to look at the billions of believers below.

Subsequently, a Divine Oracle descended.

"My believers, you were born from death."

"Now, it is time to return because of death."

"The time for the divine kingdom's survival has arrived; offer up your remains."

"Return the Death Qi, and return to the heavens and earth."

"With your end, exchange for the continuation of the divine kingdom."

"This is an honor, and also a gift."

As the Divine Oracle descended.

Those Undead Race believers below the Qi Refining Realm did not hesitate at all.

The next moment.

Boom!

Countless Undead Race simultaneously detonated themselves, and a large amount of skeletons scattered.

Dense Death Qi surged into the sky.

The entire world was once again shrouded in death.

Seeing this scene, Yang Fan was stunned for a moment.

Then he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Interesting, truly interesting."

"Fighting until the end, and you still want to be my Subordinate God?"

Yang Fan put down his wine glass, his gaze falling back toward the distance, and then he spoke calmly.

"Pass the order: deploy the troops."

"Seize the opponent's divine kingdom core."