Chapter 456 To the Death

"These Zombie Generals are no ordinary zombies."

"They already possess independent thinking capabilities. Won't doing this cause problems?"

There was a hint of caution in Yang Fan's tone.

He did not oppose sacrifices in war, but these Zombie Generals were different from those completely mindless zombies in the beginning.

Once intelligence was born, it meant they already possessed thoughts of their own.

The Zombie Kingdom had once experienced a protest because of this issue.

Yang Fan did not wish for such a thing to happen again.

"Rest assured, Master."

Yang Da said immediately.

"Nowadays, the reproduction and cultivation of the entire Zombie Kingdom are all completed through cloning nutrient pods."

"The newly born zombie believers do not have memories from their human period."

"As for these suicide squads, Yang Eleven has long since designated a special area within the Eternal Corpse Mine, and all members undergo fully enclosed management."

"Furthermore, any believers who Breakthrough to the Zombie General rank will no longer be allowed to continue to Cultivate."

"Every month, Intelligent Life will organize collective meetings."

"To conduct ideological education in aspects such as dedication, sacrifice, guarding the Divine Kingdom, and loyalty to the deities."

"At the same time, this matter has also gained the unanimous consent of the current White Zombie believer upper echelon of the Zombie Kingdom."

"According to the simulation calculations of Intelligent Life, the risk of this plan is close to zero."

Yang Da said earnestly.

After listening to this explanation, the corners of Yang Fan's mouth twitched slightly.

"Yang San… Ahem, this fellow Yang Eleven always manages to cook up some new tricks for me."

"This suicide squad is somewhat interesting."

Yang Fan said after pondering for a moment.

"After this Divine Kingdom War ends, reward Yang Eleven with one billion Divinity Points in resources."

"Yes, Master."

Yang Da respectfully replied.

For Yang Fan, what he needed to consider was never the fairness of a certain portion of believers, but the development of the entire Divine Kingdom.

As a deity, the position he stood in determined his way of thinking.

As long as a certain matter could make the entire Divine Kingdom become even stronger, then he would support it.

In this world, absolute fairness never existed to begin with.

For those ordinary zombie believers born in cloning nutrient pods, the moment they were selected into the suicide squad, one could only say that was their destiny.

Within Yang Fan's Divine Kingdom, when some lives were born, their parents were Martial Emperor powerhouses, or they possessed the Bloodline of Nascent Soul-level powerhouses.

There were others who were merely descendants of ranked lifeforms.

Even though Yang Fan's Divine Kingdom currently had abundant resources, believers of different statuses still enjoyed different treatments.

There was also a high probability of a huge gap in the heights they could reach in the future.

As for those ordinary zombies born from cloning nutrient pods, their starting point was far lower than other lifeforms right from the very beginning.

This was not caused by Yang Fan, nor was it the fault of any single person, but rather the rules of the world itself.

As a deity, Yang Fan would not forcefully change this disparity.

His Divine Kingdom was not some utopian world where everyone was equal.

As long as life existed, there would be desires.

With desires, disparities would be generated.

With disparities, social strata would be formed.

The Divine Kingdom was like this, and how could the real world where he resided be any different?

Someone once yearned for a world of absolute fairness, but the real world never operated according to ideals.

Life had strong and weak points, resources had amounts, talents had highs and lows, and backgrounds had differences.

This was the rule by which all things operated.

"The weak ask the heavens: why are fates so different?"

"The strong tread the world, naturally forging thousands of paths."

"Noble or humble at birth is determined by heaven, yet highs and lows follow the worldly path."

"Ten thousand years of the Divine Kingdom are all like this, the myriad states of all living beings enter the wheel chart."

Watching the cruel imagery of the war, Yang Fan's gaze remained calm.

The path of a deity was inherently a road of continuous competition, continuous devouring, and continuous ascension.

At this moment on the Frontline battlefield, as more and more suicide squads rushed into Ma Huainan's army,

one micro-nuclear bomb after another was detonated.

The terrifying explosions, like the Grim Reaper's sickle, continuously harvested the lives of Human Race believers.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Every single explosion represented the death of tens of thousands or even more believers.

The grand Formation that had been barely maintained relying on the immortal army soul stele finally began to show irreversible cracks.

One, two, more and more fissures emerged.

Rumble!

The entire blood-red grand Formation completely collapsed.

After losing the protection of the Formation, the Intelligent Weapons on the zombies once again revealed a ferocious side.

Countless energy cannons poured down frantically from the sky like a torrential downpour.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of explosions resounded throughout the entire Divine Kingdom.

At this moment, the once mighty fifty billion Human Race army began to usher in true destruction.

"O God…"

"We have already tried our best…"

"The enemy is simply too strong…"

A severely injured Martial Master believer who had fallen to the ground looked at the energy cannons falling from the sky, his eyes filled with despair.

"My child…"

"Father can no longer protect you…"

As the voice fell,

the next moment, a terrifying explosion completely swallowed his body.

…

The entire battlefield had completely transformed into a living hell.

The earth was completely soaked in blood, and those low-lying areas even gathered into pools of blood-red lakes.

Looking as far as the eye could see, there were broken limbs and severed arms everywhere.

Shattered armor, broken weapons, and those corpses lying in pools of blood.

Screams, weeping, desperate wails, and roars before death

continuously echoed between this heaven and earth.

And right at this moment,

"Rumble!"

the ten thousand corpse military tombs in the distance slowly opened, and a large number of ordinary zombies surged out from within them.

They had no consciousness, only the most primitive instinct for infection.

Countless Human Race believers who were severely injured, had fallen to the ground, and had lost the ability to resist quickly became their targets.

Sharp fangs tore open flesh and blood, and cold sharp claws pierced through bodies.

A large number of wounded personnel were dragged into the horde of corpses amidst despair.

Afterwards, the bodies of these believers began to undergo changes.

Flesh rotted, and pupils turned ashen.

In just a short moment, these Human Race believers who had once fought side by side became new ordinary zombies.

They turned around, joined the ranks of their former enemies, and continued to pounce toward the remaining Human Race believers.

The entire battlefield seemed to form an unstoppable cycle of death.

…

In the sky, Ma Huainan's conscious phantom was becoming increasingly faint.

His aura was also rapidly weakening.

Fifty billion troops—this was the most powerful force within his Divine Kingdom.

It was also the core foundation he had cultivated by expending countless resources ever since he became a deity.

Yet now, all of it was buried here.

As for the remaining believers stationed in the Divine Kingdom Core area, most of them were ordinary believers without much combat power.

They were simply unable to withstand this level of invasion.

At this moment, Ma Huainan finally understood.

Relying on his own power, he could no longer guard his Divine Kingdom.

He had lost, completely lost.

But even so, there was still no fear in his eyes.

He looked towards the distant location of Yang Fan's zombie army, and his voice slowly spread throughout the entire Divine Kingdom.

"No matter who you are…"

"I, Ma Huainan, swear an oath here."

"As long as I am still alive, one day, I will surely trample your Divine Kingdom to pieces!"

"Between you and me… it is to the death!"

As his voice fell, his consciousness instantly withdrew from the Divine Kingdom.