Chapter 467: So Damn Rich

Behind the lines, Yang Eleven's expression grew increasingly cold.

"Release a large number of ordinary zombies!"

"Have them all consume corpse pills!"

"Additionally, bring up all those volatile poisons refined by the Alchemy Spirit World!"

"Begin executing Plan B!"

"Yes!"

The command was quickly transmitted, and a large number of ordinary zombies poured out from the ten thousand corpse military tombs.

Bottle after bottle of poison was quickly opened, and massive amounts of poisonous mist began to gradually spread along with the war.

At this moment, Yang Eleven had already pushed his own processing power to the limit.

The armies of both sides, the war weapons, the consumption of believers, and the strength of the Formations.

Every piece of information was within his calculations.

"Report, Marshal!"

"The energy cannons released by the enemy's Intelligent Weapon are constantly increasing in penetration!"

"It is expected to exceed the current defense limit of the flesh disaster hive very soon!"

"Five million ten thousand corpse military tombs! Push them all up for me!"

Yang Eleven gave the order without hesitation.

"Share the artillery pressure! Do not fear losses!"

"Use the ten thousand corpse military tombs to forcefully charge the enemy's vanguard!"

"I want their Formation to be completely disrupted!"

"Yes!"

The next moment, a large number of ten thousand corpse military tombs directly moved to the front of the battlefield.

One a-rank war building after another, like extremely sturdy mobile fortresses, abruptly blocked the very front.

Energy cannons filled the sky, bombarding down one after another.

The sound of explosions was endless, and the ten thousand corpse military tombs began to suffer damage one by one.

But at the same time, the vanguard Formation of the Sima Family also began to loosen.

"Report, Marshal!"

"The enemy possesses a large amount of Holy Spirit Water!"

"It has severely affected our army's advancement route!"

Yang Eleven furrowed his brows slightly.

"We will pour out putrid corpse water!"

"Our God has prepared a sufficient quantity of this war resource for us long ago. Cover the entire route with it!"

"Yes!"

A large amount of putrid corpse water was rapidly poured out, and the area that had originally begun to be purified by the Holy Spirit Water once again turned into a dangerous corpse poison zone.

The entire battlefield began to completely spiral out of control.

"Report, Marshal! The left army has suffered heavy losses and needs reinforcements!"

"White Zombie believers, go and provide support."

Yang Eleven quickly issued the order.

"The enemy consists mainly of Cultivation believers. Everyone, equip yourselves with spirit-breaking Talismanic Incantations in advance."

"Once their Spiritual Qi protective shields are shattered, they will immediately be infected by the corpse poison."

"Understood!"

"Report, Marshal!"

"…"

Battle reports poured in one after another, yet Yang Eleven never showed the slightest trace of panic.

He was like a cold war machine, constantly adjusting his deployments based on the changes on the battlefield.

…

At this moment, Ma Huainan's Divine Kingdom had completely transformed into a purgatory.

The casualties of both armies began to rise rapidly, especially with a large amount of corpse pills and special poisons poured into the battlefield, the environment of the entire Divine Kingdom began to undergo drastic changes.

The air was filled with thick corpse poison, and the ground was covered with various corrosive liquids.

The Spiritual Qi structures in the sky also began to experience disorder.

Aside from those Intelligent Life forms, both the believers of the Martial Route and the believers of the Cultivation Route began to feel obvious discomfort.

Difficulty breathing, obstructed circulation of Qi and blood, and decreased spiritual power recovery speed.

Their combat power also began to decline bit by bit.

And all of this was continuously spreading toward the Divine Kingdom Core area.

…

High above in the sky, Ma Huainan's conscious projection had become extremely weak.

His expression grew increasingly ugly, and a hint of fear even faintly surfaced on it.

Because he discovered that those corpse poisons had actually spread to his own Divine Kingdom Core!

The believers there were all the elderly, children, and a large number of ranked beings who could not participate in such a war.

And now, these people who should have been hiding in the Divine Kingdom Core waiting for the war to end were also beginning to show abnormalities.

Bloodshot eyes, rotting skin, and some people had already begun to undergo slight zombie transformation.

"Lord Sima…"

Ma Huainan's voice trembled.

"My believers… They can't hold on much longer…"

Sima Jin was currently maintaining the Frontline battle situation with all his might.

Hearing this, he suddenly turned around, his eyes filled with annoyance.

"Think of a way to solve it yourself!"

"Go buy resources like detoxification potions or holy water!"

"Stop f***ing bothering me!"

Having said that, Sima Jin threw his attention back into the battlefield.

At this moment, Sima Jin couldn't help but start cursing inwardly.

There was no other way.

This war was simply too ruthless.

It would be one thing if they were just facing these zombie armies.

After all, the individual combat power of the Corpse Cultivator believers was not strong to begin with.

Relying on the five hundred billion grand army sent by the Sima Family to support them, logically, it should have completely formed a crushing momentum.

But alas… the opponent somehow managed to procure a massive amount of disposable war supplies from goodness knows where.

And what was most outrageous was that almost every single zombie believer carried a massive amount of war resources on them.

Whenever local skirmishes broke out between the two sides, the opponent didn't consider cost at all.

Bombs, Talismanic Incantations, corpse pills, and various disposable war supplies were thrown out crazily as if they didn't cost money.

As long as it could trade for enemy casualties, they didn't care how much they consumed themselves.

Thus, an extremely bizarre scene appeared.

Clearly their overall forces held an absolute advantage, and clearly the combat power of the Corpse Cultivator believers was far inferior to theirs.

Yet when they actually fought, their losses were instead even greater!

"Bastards! The Lu Family is so f***ing rich!"

"This is simply going too far!"

Sima Jin gritted his teeth.

In just this short while, he felt that the war resources he had invested had already reached hundreds of billions of Divinity Points.

Was this f***ing fighting a war?

This was simply burning money!

And tossing Divinity Points into the fire handful by handful at that!

"Is it necessary?"

"Is this really worth it?"

Sima Jin even developed a trace of doubt about life.

Thinking that a High-tier God might be standing behind the opponent to support the battlefield, an urge to retreat rose in Sima Jin's heart.

Now that Ma Huainan had actively made public the Divine Kingdom coordinates, the Sima Family naturally should protect him as much as possible.

But the problem was…

Everything in this world had a price tag.

If protecting Ma Huainan required all these elite believers under their command to die here, he was definitely unwilling.

These believers were all the most core combat power within his own Divine Kingdom.

Once they suffered heavy losses, it would affect the development of the Divine Kingdom for the next few decades, or even a hundred years.

The subsidies given by the Family were simply not enough!

Thinking of this, Sima Jin's mood grew increasingly annoyed.

…

On the other side.

Yang Fan looked at the back-and-forth tug-of-war offensive between the two sides on the Frontline, and his previously slightly tense emotions gradually relaxed.

Judging from the current situation, both sides had fallen into a war of attrition.

And this was precisely the situation Yang Fan was most willing to see.

"Yang Da, purchase a large amount of flesh energy and pour it into the life essence conversion pool."

"The Frontline troop losses are severe. Continue to transfer troops from the Eternal Corpse Mine for me, and send them to the Frontline in a steady stream."

Yang Fan's expression was calm.

"I have the Hundredfold Evolution Talent, so what if there are a dozen or so Tier 3 Gods?"

"I don't believe they can outlast me in a war of attrition. I will drag them down to their deaths alive!"

"Yes, Master." Yang Da immediately responded.

Yang Fan continued to issue orders:

"The Alchemists in the Alchemy Spirit World, refine poison pills with all your might to continuously support the Frontline."

"Do not stop purchasing disposable war supplies either. Continue to make massive purchases from various shops on the Frontline."

"As long as it is useful for the war, buy as much as you can."

A trace of coldness flashed through Yang Fan's eyes.

"If that is still not enough… then transfer all of the Great Void Warship and Mechanical War Puppets over as well."

"Anyway, these things weren't produced by my own Divine Kingdom to begin with."

"Even if they want to investigate, they won't be able to trace it back to me."