Chapter 312: Fellow Townsman Meeting Fellow Townsman

"This Lord!"

A voice interrupted his thoughts.

A demigod had already arrived in front of Yang Fan.

"I possess the C-rank Divine Kingdom talent 'Breeding', which is suitable for protracted battles!"

"I only need basic food supplies!"

"My believers reproduce at an extremely fast rate, which can continuously replenish troops!"

"It only costs 2,000 Divinity Points!"

Yang Fan glanced at him, then shook his head and left directly.

That demigod was slightly stunned, then showed a look of disappointment and slowly sat back down in his original place.

Through the communication with Tang Yue on the spaceship, Yang Fan had long understood the rules of the proxy war.

The essence was very simple.

Demigods fought on the Frontline, while gods provided resources such as weapons, Medicinal Pills, and war buildings in the rear to influence the direction of the battle.

The winner could seize the opposing demigod's Divine Kingdom Core.

And through the Divine Kingdom Deduction Card, attempt to lock onto the Divine Kingdom coordinates of the Alien God.

As long as the deduction was successful, whether or not to choose to invade was entirely decided by the winner of the proxy war.

One could make sufficient preparations before launching a surprise attack.

One could also choose to sell the Divine Kingdom coordinates or directly submit them to the military exploits System, which could similarly exchange for huge rewards.

As for the direction of the war between demigods, while the resource support of the gods was certainly important, ultimately, what had the greatest impact was still the strength of the demigods' believers themselves.

As for the C-rank "Breeding" talent, it fundamentally did not belong to combat-type talents at all.

Since Yang Fan wanted to select a Subordinate God, naturally he had to choose a strong one.

Yang Fan continued walking forward.

The number of demigods stationed on the Frontline was extremely large.

But most of them were uniformly C-rank or even D-rank talents.

Occasionally, a B-rank would appear, but almost all of them were non-combat-type talents.

Either biased towards resource production or biased towards development.

Demigods with genuine combat talents were few and far between.

Yang Fan walked all the way, yet still hadn't found a satisfactory candidate.

He looked up at the demigods sitting at the entrance waiting to be chosen, his gaze pausing slightly as a hint of complex emotions inevitably arose in his heart.

If these people were placed in a place like Yang County, they would already be considered existences with good talent, and could even be called "Geniuses".

Yet here, they were merely commodities waiting for a high price.

Having painstakingly managed their Divine Kingdoms all their lives, there was a high probability they still couldn't cross that step to step into the divine level.

Therefore, they came to the Frontline.

Trading their lives for a possibility.

"This Lord, I am a C-rank talent 'Mad Blood'. My believers have decent combat power, but the price is a bit more expensive, requiring 20,000 Divinity Points…"

A familiar voice suddenly came from behind.

Yang Fan's footsteps paused slightly as he slowly turned around.

The moment he saw the other person's face, he froze completely.

That face caused him to be somewhat dazed.

He had actually encountered a "fellow townsman" from Yang County on the Frontline.

Within this boundless territory of the Human Race, spanning countless Star Domains and planes, they were still able to meet on the Frontline.

Such a probability was almost low enough to be negligible.

Yet it happened precisely.

At this moment, the other party also finally saw Yang Fan's face.

The next instant, their pupils shrank violently.

"Yang Fan!!!"

"Why are you here?!"

There was shock in the voice, as well as disbelief.

This person was none other than Li Tianheng.

Back at Yang County No. 1 Middle School, he was a Genius second only to Luo Bing.

No one expected that in a mere three years, he had actually stepped into the demigod level as well, even faster than Luo Bing.

"Take my punch!"

Li Tianheng suddenly let out a low shout.

The blood Qi all over his body suddenly erupted, surging like a raging fire.

All his power instantly converged onto his right fist, punching out fiercely!

The speed was extremely fast, and the power was extremely fierce.

Quite a few demigods nearby subconsciously glanced over.

"???" Yang Fan looked dumbfoundedly at Li Tianheng, who was attacking him.

He didn't even have any intention of defending, letting this punch land directly on his chest.

It wasn't that he couldn't dodge, but that there was simply no need.

A demigod's full-strength strike.

For him now, it couldn't even achieve a "defense break".

As the punch landed, Li Tianheng's body violently shook.

The force of the rebound instantly exploded.

He retreated several steps in a row, his right hand trembling uncontrollably.

His left hand tightly grabbed his already deformed finger bones, his face turning pale.

His eye sockets were even somewhat red, but he stubbornly gritted his teeth without uttering a sound.

The surrounding air instantly fell silent.

Quite a few people had already noticed the commotion over here.

This was the rear garrison of the military district, a place for transactions between gods and demigods.

Who dared to directly take action here?

Have they grown tired of living?

"How is this possible? You've actually made a Breakthrough to a god!"

Li Tianheng stared fixedly at Yang Fan, his eyes filled with shock and a questioning of life, even mixed with a hint of indescribable… breakdown.

"???"

Yang Fan fell into silence, his expression a bit subtle.

Just a moment ago, this person still looked like he was conducting a transaction, but the moment he recognized him, he immediately flipped out and attacked without any hesitation.

Now it was great; only after finishing the fight did he start doubting reality.

Were gods and demigods really that hard to tell apart?

After so many years, why was this guy's thought process still so novel?

Right at this moment, a dense burst of footsteps suddenly sounded from afar.

A team of enforcement robots quickly ran over, their metal joints emitting neat and cold echoes.

The red light in the eyes of the leading robot swept across, immediately locking onto the scene.

"Demigod-level power fluctuations detected. Confirmed occurrence of illegal action."

"According to federal law, your actions are suspected of criminal violations, carrying a maximum sentence of three years in prison."

"You have the right to remain silent, and you are entitled to legal counsel."

The cold Mechanical voice echoed in the air.

Li Tianheng gave a start, instantly sobering up entirely.

"Wait! It's a misunderstanding! He's my high school classmate, we were just messing around, we didn't fight!"

He spoke extremely fast while nonchalantly hiding his already fractured right hand behind his back.

The robot turned its head, its gaze falling upon Yang Fan.

"Is this situation true?"

It bowed slightly, its tone still Mechanical, yet obviously with a trace of added courtesy.

Yang Fan glanced at Li Tianheng and spoke indifferently:

"True."

He and Li Tianheng didn't have any animosity; to be precise, back then the other party had even used the entire power of his Divine Kingdom to help him out.

Moreover, apart from being a bit reckless and having a screw loose in the brain, Yang Fan didn't have any ill feelings toward him either, so naturally he wouldn't want to send him to prison.

At this moment, Li Tianheng also visibly let out a huge sigh of relief, as if he had just been pulled back from the edge of a cliff.

"Even if it's sparring, actions must not be taken within this area."

"Considering it's your first offense, this is only a warning. Do not let it happen again."

The robot coldly finished announcing the handling result, then turned and led the team away.

Until the other party completely disappeared from view did Li Tianheng raise a hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, letting out a long breath.

He still had a huge loan on his back.

If he were really locked up for three years, with compound interest, he might never crawl out in this lifetime.

"Yang… greetings… Lord God."