Chapter 390: Before Death

Without a large number of believers guarding it.

There was almost no effective resistance in the core area of the Angel Race.

The massive army drove straight in.

Inside the Divine Kingdom hall.

Through the battlefield footage, Yang Fan finally saw the appearance of the core area of the Angel Race's Divine Kingdom.

It was a world completely different from the Human Race's Divine Kingdom.

In the sky, tens of thousands of A-grade buildings radiated pure white Holy Light.

Huge buildings were suspended above the ground.

There were things similar to Angel altars, special buildings Yang Fan had never seen before, and even some strange facilities whose purposes could not be understood at all from their appearance.

The Divine Kingdom architectural systems differed greatly between different races.

Many buildings were almost impossible for other races to use directly.

However… this was the Frontline battlefield, after all.

These Advanced buildings themselves represented enormous value.

Even if they couldn't be used, they could be exchanged for military merit.

And now, these Advanced buildings of astonishing value had no believers guarding them.

They were left to be looted by the army.

At this moment, Battalion Commander Lufa was still sitting on the divine throne.

His Divine Power was weak, and his aura was withered.

He looked like a dying old man, waiting for death to arrive.

On the other side.

The zombie army led by Yang Eleven was currently retreating steadily.

Apart from the continuous deaths of a large number of Zombie Generals, even Zombie King-level believers were beginning to suffer large-scale casualties.

On the battlefield, orders were continuously issued from Yang Eleven's mouth.

"Leave two hundred million Zombie Generals to cover the retreat!"

"The rest of the army, retreat in an orderly manner under the cover of the flesh scourge hive!"

"Remember, do not fight to the death with the enemy!"

"As long as the main force captures the Divine Kingdom Core, these alien believers will instantly lose their ability to act!"

"Our mission is to stall them!"

As the orders were issued.

The massive zombie legion began to quickly adjust its formation.

Yang Eleven knew very well that the outcome of this Divine Kingdom War had long been determined.

As the supreme commander of the Zombie Kingdom, the most important thing for him now was not to continue fighting for results.

But to minimize losses as much as possible.

At the front of the battlefield.

A large number of Zombie Kings held fourth-tier Intelligent Weapons specially crafted for them by the Mechanical Civilization.

At this moment, one Zombie King after another stood at the very front of the battlefield.

The Intelligent Weapons in their hands kept transforming, eventually turning into mobile artillery turrets.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Terrifying energy attacks poured out continuously.

In the sky, those Fallen Angels who were diving down crazily were constantly hit by the beams of light, falling from the sky in large numbers.

Even powerful Fallen Angels found it difficult to withstand the power of these Intelligent Weapons.

However… faced with such terrifying casualties.

The Angel Race did not shrink back in the slightest.

Under Battalion Commander Lufa's command.

Almost all the remaining Fallen Angels in the entire Divine Kingdom charged towards the direction where Yang Eleven was.

The number was simply too great.

It was as if they were endless.

Even with the support of Mechanical Civilization weapons, the casualties of the zombie army continued to increase.

"Commander."

"Why not let us preside over the Corpse Tide Dance Array?"

A White Zombie-level believer said in a deep voice.

"These Angel Race believers have a natural resistance to the zombie virus."

"The effect of the flesh scourge hive is limited."

"If this continues, the losses will likely become greater and greater."

Hearing this, Yang Eleven shook his head directly.

"No need."

"In the Zombie Kingdom, every one of you is of great value."

"Your most important task is to condense corpse pills."

"That is the resource the deity truly needs."

"Continue to control the flesh scourge hive and retreat while fighting."

"Use the poisonous mist and the hive's defensive capabilities to delay their advance speed."

"They won't be able to hold on for much longer."

Yang Eleven's tone was firm.

Among ten thousand Zombie Kings, it might not even be possible to produce one White Zombie.

As a war-type Intelligent Life, besides needing to consider the outcome of the battlefield, he also needed to consider the cost of war.

Consuming precious White Zombie believers for short-term results.

In his view, it was not worth it.

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

"Seeing that I'm easy to bully, right?"

"If I were in charge of the entire battlefield, I would have wiped you out long ago!"

Yang Eleven watched the Angel Race army rushing over continuously and complained frantically in his heart.

In this battle, because the Corpse Cultivator system was naturally countered by the Angel Race.

The army he led had limited results, but the losses were extremely heavy.

This feeling of frustration made Yang Eleven feel very uncomfortable.

"After I go back…"

"I must apply to Yang Yi to purchase more cloning nutrient pods."

"The Zombie Kingdom needs more fresh blood to replenish."

Yang Eleven secretly made up his mind.

As time passed.

The army led by Yang Four finally succeeded in occupying the core area of the Angel Race's Divine Kingdom.

Without believers guarding it, there was almost no resistance in this area.

The next moment.

An Intelligent Gundam walked to the front of the Divine Kingdom Core, and its huge Mechanical arm reached directly into the depths of the earth.

Subsequently, a huge crystal was slowly taken out from underground by it.

That was… the Angel Race deity's Divine Kingdom Core.

It was a full hundred zhang high, like a small building.

And just at the moment the Divine Kingdom Core was controlled.

A figure slowly emerged.

It was the Angel Race deity—Battalion Commander Lufa.

However, what surprised Yang Fan was.

His Divine Kingdom Core was controlled by the enemy, yet there was no panic on Battalion Commander Lufa's face; instead, he wore a look of relief.

It was as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"Human Race deity, I have been defeated."

Battalion Commander Lufa said slowly.

"Before I die, I wonder if it is possible…"

"To meet you all?"

His voice was very calm.

Although Yang Fan was in his own Divine Kingdom.

Relying on his believers, he clearly heard the other party's words.

"Yang Da, if I meet him."

"Does he have the ability to transmit information to the outside world at this moment?"

Yang Fan asked.

This Divine Kingdom War had lasted for so long.

Although he had not used all his trump cards, his own Divine Kingdom troop types had already been displayed on the battlefield.

He did not want his identity to be grasped by an Alien God.

"Reporting to Master, the opponent's Divine Kingdom Core has been completely controlled."

"His consciousness cannot leave to transmit any information to the outside world."

Yang Da responded respectfully.

Hearing this, Yang Fan finally felt relieved.

The next moment.

His consciousness descended instantly to the location of the Angel Race's Divine Kingdom Core along the spatial channel established by his believers.

Battalion Commander Lufa stood there quietly.

Seeing Yang Fan appear, he did not speak immediately.

He just watched Yang Fan silently, as if waiting for something.

"Angel Race deity."

Yang Fan looked at him.

"What is your purpose in seeing me?"

His voice was calm.

Battalion Commander Lufa frowned slightly.

"The other few…"

"Why haven't they appeared?"