Chapter 266: I Have Come Late

As the voice fell, dozens of Zombie Kings knelt down in unison behind him, followed by millions of Zombie Generals.

The sound swept through the entire Eternal Corpse Mine like a tidal wave.

"We ask for the Divine's guidance!"

"We ask for the Divine's guidance!"

"We ask for the Divine's guidance!"

Countless voices converged, resounding across heaven and earth.

Yang Fan saw this scene and frowned slightly. "What is going on?"

Yang Da immediately explained.

"Reporting to Master."

"As ordinary zombies undergo a Breakthrough to become Zombie Generals, parts of their memories from when they were alive begin to gradually recover."

"This includes their experiences of being sent by robots arranged by Yang San into the Extra-dimensional Research Institute."

Yang Fan nodded thoughtfully. "Do you have any suggestions?"

After pondering for a moment, Yang Da spoke.

"This subordinate believes it is not a big problem."

"After these zombies regain their sentience, they are still your believers in essence."

"They are currently confused, uneasy, and even fearful."

"And the Divine Oracle is precisely the best placebo for believers."

"As long as Master bestows a Divine Oracle, giving them new goals and a sense of belonging."

"This matter will naturally be resolved."

Yang Fan was silent for a moment, then spoke.

"Go, call Yang San here."

"Yes."

Yang Da sighed softly and turned to leave.

Just a few breaths later, Yang San followed Yang Da back to the main hall.

"Yang San."

"You know about the matter, right?"

Yang Fan said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Yang San immediately knelt on the ground.

"Master, this matter was indeed due to this subordinate's lack of consideration."

"When the decision was made to develop the Zombie System, ordinary zombies were already sufficient to participate in the Divine Kingdom War."

"This subordinate…"

Yang Fan did not speak, just watched him quietly, and the atmosphere in the hall gradually became oppressive.

After a moment, Yang Fan spoke again.

"Then what is your opinion on this matter?"

Yang San took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"Reporting to Master, this subordinate believes that we only need to launch a war."

"Let them exert their final value."

"As for the future Zombie System, it can be developed using clones, and these problems will naturally not arise."

As the voice fell, the hall instantly fell into dead silence.

Yang Fan shook his head slowly.

"Yang San, when you chose to use believers to develop the Zombie System initially."

"What was your reason?"

"The highest cost-performance ratio." Yang San replied with his head bowed.

"Not bad." Yang Fan stepped forward slowly, his gaze becoming sharp.

"Then do you know."

"How many resources I invested to cultivate these tens of billions of zombies?"

"The Eternal Corpse Mine, the life essence conversion pool, a large number of alien corpses, and countless corpse Qi resources."

"And the continuous investment in purchasing Spirit Plants for the past ten days."

"Is this what you call the highest cost-performance ratio?"

Yang San's body trembled violently, instantly realizing where the problem lay.

These zombies were no longer the cannon fodder they were initially, but a strategic asset of astonishing value.

If they were all abandoned because of memory issues, the loss would be even greater than fighting a Divine Kingdom War.

Thinking of this, Yang San slammed his forehead heavily onto the ground.

"Master, please forgive me!"

"This subordinate was in a rush for a moment, which is why I came up with such a foolish strategy!"

"Please punish me, Master!"

In the main hall, only the heavy sound of kowtowing echoed continuously.

Yang Fan watched this scene quietly, then slowly stood up and came to Yang San's side.

He reached out and patted his shoulder.

"I have never doubted your loyalty."

"But this time, you were wrong."

"These zombies are not a burden, so naturally they cannot become consumables."

"Since they have regained their intelligence, they are a part of the future of my Divine Kingdom."

"I will have to wrong you for a while."

Yang San's body shook slightly, then he nodded heavily.

"This subordinate understands."

Yang Fan was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Yang Da.

"Create an image, prepare for projection."

"You should understand what I mean."

Yang Da was stunned for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Master, rest assured! This subordinate understands!"

In just a few breaths, everything was ready.

Meanwhile, in the Eternal Corpse Mine.

A magnificent and vast Divine Oracle suddenly descended.

Endless golden light tore through the sky full of corpse Qi, illuminating the entire mine.

Tens of billions of zombies looked up at the same time.

Countless turbid, scarlet, and confused eyes looked towards the sky.

The next moment, a majestic and compassionate voice slowly sounded.

"My believers, you have suffered."

The voice echoed across heaven and earth, and the entire mine instantly quieted down.

"I have investigated this matter clearly; you have been harmed by a treacherous villain."

"My spokesperson Yang San has committed the crimes of embezzling Divine Kingdom resources, concealing believer casualties, deceiving the God, and abusing power."

"He even privately threw a large number of believers into the experimental grounds."

"Causing you to suffer such hardships, this is a grave crime."

"Unforgivable."

Boom—

The sky suddenly shook, and a huge light screen slowly unfolded.

Countless zombies subconsciously looked up.

They saw that in the light screen, Yang San was fleeing frantically with a face full of terror.

Behind him was an endless tide of corpses, and countless zombies tackled him.

Biting, gnawing, and scratching.

Miserable screams were heard continuously.

His face was full of despair and regret.

"No!"

"I was wrong!"

"Please let me go!"

"Ah—!!!"

The miserable screams resounded across heaven and earth.

Seeing this scene, the high-level zombies' eyes turned red, and the long-suppressed resentment finally exploded completely.

"Kill him!"

"Bite him to death!"

"Let him never be reincarnated!"

"Kill!!!"

Millions of Zombie Generals roared in unison, the rolling sound waves sweeping across heaven and earth.

It was not until a long time later that the light screen slowly dissipated.

And the voice of the Divine Oracle sounded again.

"According to the laws of the Divine Kingdom, Yang San will be thrown into another world."

"To endure the same torture as you for ten thousand years."

"After ten thousand years, he will be executed."

Once these words were spoken, the entire mine instantly boiled over.

Countless zombies kowtowed frantically.

They did not care whether Yang San lived or died.

What they cared about was that the God saw them, and the God had not abandoned them.

Just at this moment, endless divine light gathered between heaven and earth.

A magnificent light figure slowly appeared above the sky.

Its height seemed to connect heaven and earth, and its eyes were like two scorching suns.

It was Yang Fan's Divine Thought Incarnation.

At this moment.

The Zombie Kings' bodies trembled violently, and they knelt on the ground one after another.

Millions of Zombie Generals followed suit, and even those ordinary zombies that had not yet developed intelligence knelt down under the drive of instinct.

They were all once Yang Fan's believers, and that awe and worship originating from the depths of their Souls had long been engraved into their bone marrow.

"Greetings to our God!"

"The God has manifested!"

"Our God has not abandoned us!"

"Thank you, our God!"

"Praise our God!"

Countless voices converged into a sea, resounding throughout the mine, and even the corpse Qi in the air was vibrating.

Watching this scene, Yang Fan was quite satisfied in his heart.

This was not entirely his improvisation.

In fact, these methods were all things he had learned from a book titled "How to Be an Excellent God".

The book clearly recorded that believers do not necessarily need the God to help them all the time, but they must be made to feel the God's attention.

Whether it is sincere or a performance.

As long as believers are made to believe that the God cares about them, they will repay with even more devout faith.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan spoke slowly, his voice carrying a hint of pity.

"My believers."

"You have suffered."

"I have come late."

"Allowing you to suffer such great grievances."