Chapter 322: It Is Not That I Do Not Want To, But That I Truly Cannot

Yang Fan's tone was as calm as if he were discussing the most ordinary matter.

Li Tianheng's mouth twitched violently, and he felt completely dazed.

He stared at Yang Fan for a long time, unable to help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

"Brother Yang… Are you kidding me?"

To directly use poison to drag a demigod's Divine Kingdom to death?

Just how many resources would that consume?

Even if they actually won in the end, could they even recover a fraction of the cost?

In his view, this style of fighting was simply outrageous to the extreme.

The world of the rich was completely incomprehensible.

He even faintly had the illusion that city folk knew how to play too well, and he wanted to return to the countryside.

"Since the effect is quite good, increase the supply of the corpse pill tenfold starting now."

Yang Fan continued.

"The believers no longer need to participate in deep combat; leave everything to the Robot Soldiers."

"You only need to send the corpse pill into the outer perimeter of the opponent's Divine Kingdom and deploy it."

"The corpse poison will continue to spread through the air, so there is no need to push forward any further."

After listening, Li Tianheng fell completely silent.

This was no longer a war; it was a pure "resource poisoning war".

For a moment, he didn't even know how to evaluate it.

Hesitating for a moment, he still couldn't help speaking up.

"Um… Brother Yang, there is something I don't know whether I should say or not."

Yang Fan glanced at him. "Speak."

Li Tianheng's expression was serious, even carrying a hint of admonition.

"Brother, I actually envy you quite a bit for marrying a good wife."

"But as for living off a woman, it is best not to do it with such righteous confidence."

"Whatever can be saved should still be saved."

His tone was extremely earnest, faintly carrying a worry for Yang Fan's future.

In his view, the Divinity Points Yang Fan was currently investing relied almost entirely on the support of the Gu Family.

If he squandered them like this, problems would arise sooner or later.

After all, he had seen too many gods.

Even his Old Ancestor, Li Fengzhu, clearly already a Fifth-Order God, still had to run a tavern as a manager on the Frontline to subsidize resources in order to maintain the operation of his divine kingdom.

Even for god-level existences, every single Divinity Point had to be meticulously calculated.

Resources were never enough.

The more they earned, the more they felt it wasn't enough.

Looking at Li Tianheng's restrained yet sincere expression, Yang Fan couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"Do as I say, stop talking nonsense."

"Fine, you're the boss, your word is final!"

Li Tianheng sighed deeply with grief, but still obediently agreed.

At the same time, Yang Fan once again descended a Divine Decree.

Inside the Eternal Corpse Mine, more White Zombie-grade believers began to condense corpse pills with all their might.

Under the blessing of the Hundredfold Evolution Talent, one day in reality allowed the mine to stably produce over a million corpse pills.

And this was still far from the limit.

The number of White Zombie believers under Yang Fan's command had long broken through the hundred millions.

If they all stopped to Cultivate and poured their full effort into condensing corpse pills, producing hundreds of millions a day would not be a difficult task.

However, to deal with a mere Beast-Race Demigods, this level was still far from necessary.

At this moment, the beast-race divine kingdom had completely transformed into another appearance.

The outer perimeter of the divine kingdom was long completely shrouded in dense corpse poison, and everywhere the eye could see was grayish-green mist.

The originally vibrant vegetation, trees, and flowers all withered and rotted, and the ground presented large patches of lifeless gray-white decay.

A large number of beast-race believers had long undergone mutations, their eyes turbid and movements stiff, wandering slowly through the divine kingdom as if they had lost consciousness.

On the outer Frontline of the divine kingdom, batches of Robot Soldiers were continuously entering.

Each and every one of them carried a dozen or so Tianshu Spirit Sealing Boxes in their hands.

Upon reaching the designated area, they neatly opened them.

Inside each spirit sealing box, seven or eight emerald-green corpse pills were packed.

The corpse pills were directly dumped onto the ground, and immediately the robots quickly retracted the containers and returned to Li Tianheng's divine kingdom.

The entire process was as efficient and ruthless as an assembly line operation.

…

At this moment, Li Tianheng's consciousness was suspended above the outer perimeter of his own divine kingdom, his expression exceptionally solemn.

I don't know since when, but he had already purchased tens of thousands of sets of testing equipment at his own expense.

All Robot Soldiers returning from the enemy divine kingdom had to undergo a strict inspection process.

First was high-pressure rinsing to remove surface contamination residue.

Then entering the full-body disinfection cabin for chemical spray sterilization.

Finally, undergoing multiple energy scans, and only after confirming no residual corpse poison whatsoever were they allowed to enter the next transportation link.

Even though it was impossible for these robots themselves to be infected, he still insisted on enforcing the full-process anti-poison standards.

He was even more serious than in any previous frontal war against an Alien Demigod.

Li Tianheng issued a Divine Decree.

"All Mechanical units pay attention."

"After this Divine Kingdom War ends, within one year, all Robot Soldiers must undergo quarantine observation in the outer area."

"It is strictly forbidden to enter the Divine Kingdom Core."

"Each Mechanical unit must enhance its anti-poison awareness and strengthen self-management capabilities."

"Anti-poison is no small matter; hidden dangers must be eliminated from the source."

"Starting from myself, starting from now, starting from every single robot."

"Whoever brings illness back to the city will bear the consequences!"

As soon as this Divine Decree came out, the entire outer perimeter of the divine kingdom fell into a brief silence.

But very quickly, those Robot Soldiers equipped with basic intelligent Systems responded in unison.

"Obey!"

The voices were neat and uniform, echoing within the divine kingdom like the oath of a Mechanical legion.

At this moment.

The beast-race Divine Kingdom Core.

Two tall beast-race phantom figures stood quietly in the Void Realm.

One of them was precisely that Beast-Race Demigods.

At this moment, he was kneeling on both knees, his expression extremely wretched.

"Lord Abdol, I beg you, lend me another fifty thousand Divinity Points!"

"Those corpse poisons are about to spread to the Divine Kingdom Core!"

The beast-race god named Abdol lowered his head to take a look at his Subordinate God's current divine kingdom environment, and his expression also grew increasingly solemn.

After a long while, he let out a soft sigh.

"The cost is too high."

"To completely curb these corpse poisons, it will require investing at least five million Divinity Points."

"You…"

Speaking up to here, he fell silent for a moment.

In the end, he still shook his head.

"You haven't lost unjustly."

"In this Divine Kingdom War, the resources invested by the opponent have already exceeded tens of millions of Divinity Points."

"Your divine kingdom… is already done for."

Hearing this, that Beast-Race Demigods's face instantly turned pale as paper.

"My Lord!"

"Over the years, I have always been loyal and devoted to you, and even obtained the divine kingdom coordinates of several Alien Gods for you."

"You cannot stand by and watch me die!"

Abdol closed his eyes and slowly shook his head.

"It is not that I do not want to, but that I truly cannot."

"I have lived for over ten thousand years, yet I have never seen such a crazy way of waging war."

"Moreover, my current divine kingdom cannot produce this much circulating capital either."

"The Divinity Points I lent you these past few days do not need to be repaid."

"As for the rest… May fortune favor you."

As his voice fell, Abdol's phantom figure slowly dissipated.

"No—"

The Beast-Race Demigods let out a heartbreaking roar of fury.

The voice was filled with despair and unwillingness.