Chapter 385: Military Parade

That night.

Yang Fan was resting in bed when, suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind.

"Master."

Hearing Yang Da's voice, Yang Fan instantly opened his eyes.

With a thought, his consciousness descended directly into his Divine Kingdom.

The next second, the scene before him shifted rapidly.

"Master, the Frontline army has now advanced to the core area of the Angel Race's Divine Kingdom."

"According to our reconnaissance, the enemy's final line of defense is about to be deployed, and the final decisive battle between the two sides will erupt very soon."

Yang Da reported respectfully.

Yang Fan nodded slightly upon hearing this.

Afterward, he looked up at the real-time battlefield footage transmitted from the front.

Within the vast, boundless sky, two great armies stood in a distant standoff.

On the Angel Race side.

Countless angels flapped their pitch-black wings, holding Holy Spears, arranged neatly in the Void Realm.

Looking out, they were dense and packed, with no end in sight.

These angels radiated intense light, but now, within that pure white light, madness and killing intent were intermingled.

They had been pushed to the brink of despair.

In the center of the endless Angel Race army, a massive throne floated in the Void Realm.

The Angel Race deity, Battalion Commander Lufa, sat atop it.

At this moment, he had long since lost his former majesty.

His eyes were bloodshot, his eyes wide with rage, staring fixedly at the enemies ahead.

Over these years, he had watched helplessly as his Divine Kingdom was slowly devoured piece by piece.

Watching countless believers die.

Watching his Foundation be continuously destroyed.

Now, only one thought remained in his heart—kill!

Even if it meant paying any price, he would make the enemy pay a heavy price for this.

On the other side, Yang Fan's army still maintained its initial formation.

At the very front was a massive number of Intelligent Gundams.

Each massive Mechanical body stood tall in the Void Realm, their cold metal armor reflecting a chilling light, like an insurmountable Great Wall of steel.

Behind the Intelligent Gundams was a massive legion composed of Cultivation-system believers, Martial Arts-system believers, Intelligent Life, and Elf Warriors.

Compared to the near-mad state of the Angel Race, the army under Yang Fan's command appeared incredibly calm.

Over these years, very few attacks had truly been able to break through the Intelligent Gundam defensive line and threaten them.

Most of the time, they hadn't even truly participated in the battle.

Therefore, fighting until now, these believers had almost no injuries, save for their clothes being slightly soiled.

The two armies formed a stark contrast.

One side had fallen into madness.

The other still maintained an absolute advantage.

In another direction, the Zombie army led by Yang Eleven was fighting fiercely against the Angel Race.

Even though Yang Eleven had set up the Zombie Tide Wild Dance Array in advance, facing these Angel Race warriors who had already gone blood-crazy, it was still difficult to gain an advantage.

A large number of Zombie Generals charged onto the battlefield.

But the next moment.

Beams of brilliant Holy Light streaked across.

The heads of countless Zombie Generals were directly severed.

It was as if these Angel Race warriors had completely lost their sanity.

They didn't even focus their main attention on Yang Fan's main legion.

Instead, it was as if they had locked onto the Zombie army, determined to wipe out every single believer of the Corpse Cultivation system, vowing not to stop until they did.

…

Inside the flesh calamity mother nest, Yang Eleven's expression was extremely ugly.

In the current Zombie Kingdom, the one thing they lacked the least was the number of soldiers.

Even if a large number of Zombie Generals died, it meant nothing to Yang Eleven, who possessed the vast Foundations of a Divine Kingdom.

But the problem was… these Angel Race warriors possessed an extremely strong ability to restrain the Corpse Cultivation system.

Their Holy Light power had a natural suppression effect on undead and Corpse Cultivation-type life forms.

This caused the army under Yang Eleven's command to be unable to unleash its full strength.

To reduce losses, Yang Eleven even directly withdrew a large number of White Zombie-level believers into the flesh calamity mother nest.

Relying on the defensive capabilities of the s-class war structures, he constantly maneuvered against the Angel Race.

Even upon his request, another twenty flesh calamity mother nests were mobilized from the Eternal Corpse Mine, continuously transporting troops to the Frontline.

But even so, fighting until now in this battle.

Over twenty billion Zombie General-level believers had already died!

Looking at the losses on the battlefield, Yang Eleven's face was extremely grim.

"Does this Angel Race deity have a problem with his brain?"

"Why ignore the biggest threat and keep fixating on me?"

"Can't he see who the real enemy is?"

Yang Eleven complained frantically in his heart.

Now that he was in charge of the entire Zombie Kingdom, his position naturally determined his perspective.

Standing from the perspective of the Corpse Cultivation system, no matter how he looked at it, he felt he was the most wronged one.

Clearly his threat level was the lowest, yet over these past ten-plus years, he had borne the greatest rage of the Angel Race.

At this moment, Yang Eleven even missed the time when he was still Yang San.

Back then, he was responsible for commanding the entire Divine Kingdom army and could mobilize the power of all systems to fight.

Unlike now, where he could only control believers of the Corpse Cultivation path.

Facing a natural nemesis like the Angel Race, his combat ability had dropped significantly.

Watching his subordinates die continuously, Yang Eleven gritted his teeth in hatred.

Ultimately, he couldn't help but send a message to Yang Four.

"Yang Four, hurry and send troops to invade."

"My losses here are too great."

After the message was sent, a reply was received quickly.

"Master has an order."

"Master is currently watching the battle from the Divine Kingdom."

"A mere Angel Race deity is nothing to worry about."

"Master's intention is to treat this battle as a military parade."

"To let Master see the current comprehensive combat power of the Divine Kingdom more clearly."

"So that he can make more accurate judgments when conducting Divine Kingdom War in the future."

Hearing this, Yang Eleven was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"Understood."

The next moment.

Yang Eleven took a deep breath and looked at the battlefield again.

"All Zombie armies, reform your formation!"

"Continue to engage the enemy!"

Yang Fan sat high upon the main throne of the Divine Kingdom, watching the battlefield images transmitted from the front with a calm gaze.

"I have already witnessed with my own eyes the terrifying destructive power of the war structures created by Mechanical Civilization."

"Since this Angel Race deity is now at the end of his rope…"

Yang Fan's mouth curled up slightly.

"Then, let me see what level the combat power of the believers themselves has actually reached."

"This subordinate understands."

Yang Da bowed respectfully.

The next moment, with a thought, he transmitted Yang Fan's order to the Frontline.

…

On the battlefield.

Yang Four, who was commanding the army's advance, received the message instantly.

"Master has ordered to begin the second phase of operations."

A sharp light flashed in Yang Four's eyes.

"Execute!"

As the order was issued.

The Intelligent Gundams and mechanical battle puppets that had originally blocked the very front began to move rapidly to the sides.

The massive Mechanical bodies slowly parted, revealing the true main force hidden behind them.

The next moment.

The vast, boundless army of believers began to advance forward.

Cultivation, Martial Arts, Intelligent Life, Elf Warriors.

The believers of the four paths, under the command of Yang Five through Yang Ten, quickly arranged themselves according to the formation of the Four Symbols Heaven Evolution Array.

In an instant, an Aura completely different from that of the Mechanical legion swept across the entire battlefield.

Seeing this scene.

A glimmer of hope suddenly flashed in the originally desperate eyes of the Angel Race deity, Battalion Commander Lufa.

"What happened?"

"Could it be… that the number of these Mechanical monsters in the opponent's Divine Kingdom has been exhausted?"