111: Chapter 111 Lucky Star Harvests Food

Eighteen alien imperial descendants, along with their most elite guards, were slaughtered to the last in less than half an hour, unable to even escape a trace of their Divine Soul.

Beneath the dark red firmament, the charred Seventh Canyon was filled with smoke and gunpowder, its desolate plains littered with chunks of flesh and treasures left behind from shattered divine kingdoms.

Those alien demigod armies that had previously been charging frantically, attempting to tear apart the Dragon nation's defense line, were now struck with incomparable panic.

Looking up at the five phantoms of the twelve-winged Judgment angels in the sky exuding the pressure of a Heavenly God, alongside the full ten six-star Holy Angels suspended not far away, their fighting spirit instantly collapsed into utter ruin.

"Clang." It was unknown who dropped their weapon first.

This crisp sound felt like a Takedown of dominoes as large swaths of alien demigods despairingly knelt in the pools of blood, unable to even muster up the Courage to resist.

In front of that level of power, numbers held absolutely no meaning whatsoever.

Fang Chuan stood atop the dragon head, his gaze sweeping across the dense sea of defeated troops below.

"Should I kill them all? Or keep them as hostages to extort resources from the Void Zerg and the Darkborn Race?"

In truth, wiping them out entirely would maximize the profits.

After all, combined with Fortune Eight and the spoils of war, these remaining seventy to eighty thousand alien demigods were basically mobile super-treasuries.

He turned his head to glance at the battle array formed by his more than twenty thousand Five-star Believers.

In this one-sided massacre, his army was not completely unscathed.

The light of about four to five hundred Five-star Holy Angels had completely extinguished, and their corpses turned into the Origin of the divine kingdom and dissipated.

This kind of loss was completely within Fang Chuan's acceptable range.

Although in terms of individual quality, Five-star Believers could easily crush same-rank aliens into the dirt, the opposing demigod army was equally adept at swarming tactics, with a baseline of eight hundred thousand right there.

Moreover, the six-star Void Consumer that Third Prince Moye had released earlier took away the lives of quite a few frontline believers during its frantic counterattack before death.

"Four to five hundred exchanged for hundreds of thousands, along with slaughtering eighteen imperial Disciples, no matter how you calculate this deal, it's an absolute windfall."

Fang Chuan's slender fingers gently stroked his chin.

His attention finally shifted to the items on the battlefield that made his mouth water the most—the overwhelming fortune orb and loot treasure chests that almost completely covered the charred soil.

At a single glance, countless light orbs of all sizes flickered amidst the blood and filth.

Prism-grade fortune orbs alone exceeded three thousand just by a rough glance!

As for those white, blue, and golden loot treasure chests, they were densely stacked together like stars on the grassland of a late autumn morning. Fang Chuan made a casual estimate, and the total definitely broke the threshold of three to four million!

Fang Chuan took a deep breath, a trace of fanaticism flashing deep within his eyes.

His thoughts stirred slightly.

"Hum—"

An invisible divine kingdom gravitational pull swept across the entire canyon.

[Ding! Picked up White Orb * 999, obtained...]

[Ding! Picked up Golden Loot Treasure Chest * 500, obtained...]

[Ding! Picked up Prism-grade fortune orb * 1, obtained SSS-grade Divine Kingdom Building Card...]

The System prompt logs on his retina rushed down frantically like a breached waterfall.

With Fang Chuan's current demigod Peak eyesight, he could unexpectedly only capture lines of text afterimages.

Massive amounts of resources poured endlessly into his divine kingdom space like rivers flowing into the sea.

After a full three minutes passed, the data stream in his vision slowly subsided.

Fang Chuan closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the divine kingdom as he began to tally up this wave of what could only be called sudden-wealth gains.

"Faith points broke through 610 trillion! Divinity points skyrocketed to 1.78 billion! Divine Power value reached 334.2 billion!"

Seeing this string of outrageous numbers, even though Fang Chuan was mentally prepared, he was still startled.

"That being said, I can get at least 61 trillion in Faith Point interest every day! Even if converted into Divinity points, that's 6.1 million!"

"It's enough." Fang Chuan clenched his fists tightly.

Once he chose to make a Breakthrough to the deity rank, these resources could almost allow him to skip the accumulation period of the initial stage, soaring in one step directly to a terrifying Realm above fifth-tier deities!

Demigods, after all, were merely borrowing the power of the divine kingdom.

Only by truly igniting the divine fire, raising the divine throne high, and breaking through to the deity rank could Fang Chuan's true body combat power be fully unleashed.

By that time, he himself would be a god!

Not only would he gain a long lifespan exceeding five hundred thousand years, but what was even more abnormal was that even if his true body was completely blasted into slag in the outside world, as long as the divine kingdom was not destroyed, he could instantly resurrect relying on the Origin of the divine kingdom!

Fang Chuan suppressed the excitement in his heart and continued to check the other spoils.

"My inventory is seriously overflowing..." Looking at the cards piled up like mountains inside the System space, he couldn't help but smack his lips.

"4-Star Believer Cards: 698,114. Five-star Believer cards: 7,921. Six-Star Believer cards... four of them actually dropped!"

Fang Chuan's eyes lit up.

Furthermore, the believer cards of the holy race among them accounted for nearly one-tenth, which not only perfectly replenished the hundreds of Five-star Believers lost in battle just now, but also brought his high-tier unit reserves up another level.

His gaze swept toward the building card area on the other side.

"S-grade Divine Kingdom Building Cards: 50,921; SS-grade Building Cards: 3,922; SSS-grade top-quality Building Cards: 877. As for those below S-grade, added together, they are already close to 800,000 cards, completely impossible to count."

"And the most important thing..." Fang Chuan grabbed a secondary believer duplicator from the Void Realm, "Little Neeko dropped over a million! Believer Duplicator (Big Neeko) also reached as many as 110,000!"

This was the true strategic-grade material!

With these 110,000 Big Neekos, Fang Chuan could duplicate a massive amount of top-quality Six-Star Believers at any time, pushing the army's overall combat power to an unimaginable Peak.

Not to mention that the space was also stuffed with various countless resource cards, environment modification cards, and special prop cards.

In this Seventh Canyon defense battle, the profit Fang Chuan scraped off single-handedly had a value that could no longer be estimated by conventional reasoning.

And this was merely the loot dropped by Fortune and the loot treasure chests.

Deep within the rift valley stretching tens of thousands of li, as large batches of alien demigods were slaughtered, their divine kingdoms shattered with a roar.

Countless treasures, weapons, and rare Ores originally hidden within the divine kingdoms scattered across the charred earth like raindrops, piling up into small mountains.

Fang Chuan did not go to collect these spoils of war.

In the ruins below, not a single one of the surviving Dragon nation soldiers who had narrowly escaped death dared to step forward and touch those ownerless treasures.

Since Fang Chuan hadn't spoken, in their eyes, everything here belonged entirely as private property to this mysterious powerhouse.