111: Chapter 111 Pure Yang Explosive Bullet, the Bone Sea Will Never Regenerate

Wang Mu did not smile. He raised his command flag: "Heavy Artillery Battalion, fix targets three miles ahead, three rounds of suppression."

The commander of the Artillery Battalion responded loudly: "Heavy Artillery Battalion, understood."

Two hundred Purple Mansion-grade Runic Heavy Cannons charged simultaneously. Spiritual energy converged along the Formation patterns on the cannon bodies, and balls of crimson-gold light ignited at the muzzles.

Wang Mu swung his command flag down.

"Fire!"

Two hundred beams of spiritual energy tore through the grey wasteland, slamming directly into the Undead Bone Sea.

The land three miles ahead was plowed by artillery fire. Swaths of skeletons didn't even have a chance to struggle; their bone bodies were blasted into powder, and the grey Death Qi was sent surging and scattering.

A massive gap was forcibly carved into the offensive of the Bone Sea.

The undead in the rear were still rushing forward, but the pressure at the tunnel entrance was reduced by more than half by this round of artillery fire.

Wang Shan pulled up his crimson flame saber, his voice echoing through the military Formation: "Shield soldiers forward! Artillery Battalion, continue reloading! Whoever lets a single bone touch the tunnel, they can go to Wang Mu and copy the military regulations themselves."

A unified response echoed from the military Formation.

Everyone in the outside world thought Wang Pingan's reserves were empty, but in the first collision in the Skeleton Wasteland, the Xianwu Heavy Armored Legion pushed the undead tsunami back.

Wang Pingan overlooked the battlefield, but his gaze did not relax.

Bone dust and powder fell into the depths of the Death Qi, and the grey mist soon came rolling back.

Those shattered bones began to reassemble. Broken bones reconnected, fragments gathered, and bone beasts, each taller than before, stood up from the craters left by the artillery.

Conventional spiritual energy damage was mostly swallowed by the Undead Law. With a swirl of Death Qi, the remains could fight again.

Wang Mu looked at the bone beasts rising again, his expression cold and stern: "Divine Lord, the Undead Resurrection Law is stronger than the mission description. Relying solely on artillery fire cannot clear them out."

Wang Shan gripped his crimson flame saber: "Then we'll hit them until they can't get back up."

Wang Pingan's voice descended from the firmament: "No rush. First, hold the tunnel. Hundred Arts Hall, begin analyzing the Death Qi Law."

After he spoke, golden time patterns lit up at the boundary of the Divine Kingdom.

The Laws of the two realms collided violently. The Death Qi of the Skeleton Wasteland constantly assaulted the tunnel. If he forcibly activated maximum acceleration, the ley lines of the Divine Kingdom would suffer excessive pressure.

Wang Pingan did not act rashly.

After the time authority was compressed into a stable range, the tunnel between the Divine Kingdom and the Skeleton Wasteland became completely stable.

One day outside, one year in the Divine Kingdom.

Although the flow rate was not at the limit, it was enough for the Hundred Arts Hall to complete debugging on the battlefield.

Wang Pingan did not have the main force push forward urgently. The frontline legion only held thirty miles outside the tunnel, with the Heavy Shield Formation and Heavy Artillery Formation operating alternately, blocking the Undead Bone Sea on the periphery.

Wang Shan personally sat in command at the front line. The ten thousand Xianwu Heavy Armored Legion were divided into ten combat rotations: three thousand in front, three thousand in the back, two thousand maintaining positions, and two thousand transporting military supplies.

Every time the Bone Sea pressed up, the two hundred heavy cannons would fire a volley, followed by the shield soldiers advancing, the Sword Qi Battalion severing the limbs of the bone beasts, and the Formation Maintenance Team repairing the Formation Plates eroded by the Death Qi.

The battle line seemed stable, but everyone knew that the undead had not truly been killed.

Artillery fire would shatter one batch, and the Death Qi would piece another batch back together.

If the Resurrection Law was not cracked, this battle would be dragged into a bottomless pit.

In the third year of the Divine Kingdom, the Hundred Arts Hall fully transitioned to a wartime state.

The Alchemy Pavilion dismantled undead bone powder, residual Death Qi liquid, and bone beast soul fire, repeatedly testing the Fusion ratio of fire-attribute spiritual liquid and soul-protecting Medicinal Pills.

The Talisman Institute dismantled and redrew all Miasma-Clearing Talismans, Pulse-Protecting Talismans, and Fire-Pattern Talismans, attempting to create a Talisman capable of directly suppressing Death Qi.

The Formation Hall sealed the Death Qi samples brought back from the front line into Formation Plates, using small-scale Yang-Gathering Formations to repeatedly scorch them, recording the extent of Death Qi dissipation each time.

Wang Mu sat at the central command desk, which was piled high with battle reports, experimental logs, and fragments of Formation Plates.

A manager from the Alchemy Pavilion hurried forward holding a medicinal liquid log: "Commander, Pure Yang Fire Liquid can burn through the adhesion of Death Qi, but direct spraying consumes too much. It can support the front line for at most three months."

Wang Mu's gaze swept over the ratios, and his command flag tapped the table lightly: "Change it to an adhesive agent. Hang it on the outer layer of the shells, and let the explosion spread the fire liquid."

The manager of the Talisman Institute followed closely: "The initial version of the Soul-Cleansing Talisman can suppress the reassembly of shattered bones, but the disadvantage is that the duration is short, and the effect is unstable when attached to weapons."

Wang Mu raised his command flag: "Don't attach them to weapons; attach them to the shells of the heavy cannons. When the artillery explodes, let the Talisman power spread across the ground."

The manager of the Formation Hall wiped the ash from his face, speaking at a rapid pace: "The Spirit-Guiding Formation can withstand the Pure Yang Fire Liquid, but the cannon barrels will be scorched. After thirty consecutive rounds, the inner patterns must be replaced."

Wang Mu did not hesitate: "The Casting Workshop will re-engrave the inner patterns of the cannon barrels. The Maintenance Team will move forward, and the Artillery Battalion will replace the Formation Plates every ten rounds."

Once these orders were issued, the Hundred Arts Hall shifted immediately.

Three hundred miles behind the battlefield, a temporary military supply city was quickly built.

Pill Furnaces fired day and night, and Pure Yang mineral powder and fire-attribute spiritual liquid were refined into crimson-gold medicinal liquid.

Apprentices from the Talisman Institute formed long lines, sealing Soul-Cleansing Talismans one by one into the inner shells of the artillery shells.

The Casting Workshop dismantled the Purple Mansion-grade Runic Heavy Cannons to extract spare barrels, and the Formation Hall engraved short-term Yang-Gathering patterns on the outer layer of the shells.

Wang Shan returned from the front line to collect the first batch of sample shells. Looking at the crimson-gold shells piled up in the warehouse, he rarely restrained his smile.

He grabbed a shell with one hand and weighed it: "Can this thing actually make the bones lie down for good?"

Wang Mu turned a page of the logbook without raising his head: "The first round can only guarantee a seventy percent effect. If it fails, you keep blocking."

Wang Shan tossed the shell to the commander of the Artillery Battalion and curled his lips: "You sure have a way with words; don't say it next time."

Several maintenance soldiers nearby couldn't help but chuckle, but were quickly glared back by Wang Shan.

In the fifth year of the Divine Kingdom, the Artillery Battalion was fully equipped with Pure Yang Burst Shells.

The Bone Sea pressed up again at the front line. Grey Death Qi rolled with bone beasts and skeleton Cavalry, crashing into the shield wall. The remains of the dead undead covered the ground, only to be lifted up again by the Death Qi the next moment.

Wang Mu stood on the Formation platform and raised his command flag: "Pure Yang Burst Shells, three-stage volley."

On the Artillery Battalion position, two hundred Purple Mansion-grade Runic Heavy Cannons reloaded simultaneously.

The first round of artillery fire fell. Crimson-gold firelight exploded in the center of the Bone Sea. The Pure Yang Fire Liquid burned along the gaps in the shattered bones, and the Soul-Cleansing Talisman power spread across the ground.

The shattered remains never reassembled.

The Death Qi was burned through by the firelight, and bone powder scattered all over the ground, with no further movement.

The second round of artillery fire slammed down immediately after. The bone beasts in front had just stood up half their bodies when the soul fire in their chests was extinguished by the Pure Yang Fire Liquid, and their massive skeletons fell apart on the spot.

The third volley was fired, and the thirty miles in front of the tunnel were completely cleared.

Wang Shan raised his blade and pointed forward, his voice full of satisfaction: "Entire army, advance!"

The ten thousand Xianwu Heavy Armored Legion stepped over the scorched bone soil. The shield wall pressed forward, the Artillery Battalion dismantled their Formation to follow, and the Auxiliary Army laid down Pulse-Stabilizing Formations and Soul-Cleansing Talisman Formations in the rear.

The Undead Resurrection Law was forcibly torn open for the first time.

The battle line began to push deep into the Skeleton Wasteland.

From the sixth to the tenth year of the Divine Kingdom, the Immortal Martial Legion continued to push forward for three thousand miles.

Along the way, bone hills were leveled by heavy artillery, undead nests were sealed by Soul-Cleansing Talisman Formations, and the remaining Death Qi had its Foundation burned away by the Pure Yang Fire Liquid.

Wang Pingan was not in a rush to devour the territory because these areas were heavily polluted; rashly incorporating them into the Divine Kingdom would only increase the subsequent cleanup costs.

He only had Wang Mu record the flow of Death Qi and mark the Origin nodes, waiting to process them collectively after the core battle ended.

In the twelfth year of the Divine Kingdom, the Undead Deity finally could not sit still.

The clusters of bone castles deep in the wasteland lit up with grey light simultaneously. Death Qi spewed from cracks in the ground, and a Death Knight regiment clad in black bone heavy armor stepped out of the bone mist.

There were over ten thousand of these Death Knights. Each rode a bone horse, held a long spear, and had soul fire burning beneath their faceplates. When they charged, the entire earth shook.

Behind them, over a dozen Bone Dragons rose from above the bone castles, their wing bones spread, Death Qi wrapping around their bodies, casting a massive shadow over the front line.

The frontline Auxiliary Army felt pressure for the first time.

The charge of the Death Knights was far fiercer than the ordinary Bone Sea. The Pure Yang Burst Shells could kill them, but it was difficult to annihilate them all in a short time.

The Bone Dragons flew directly over the artillery fire, pouncing toward the Heavy Artillery position.

Wang Shan looked at the descending Bone Dragons and instead grinned and laughed aloud.

He shouldered his crimson flame saber and strode toward the front of the Formation: "Five thousand Purple Mansion Martial Masters, follow me!"

Wang Mu shouted a reminder from the Formation platform: "Don't stray too far from the heavy artillery coverage."

Wang Shan waved his hand without looking back: "Don't worry, I won't steal your cannons."

Five thousand Purple Mansion and Martial Master elites stepped out of the military Formation, and the Xianwu Meat Grinder Array unfolded with a boom.

Blood energy and True Essence connected as one. Shield soldiers in the front, blade soldiers in the middle, and Purple Mansion Cultivators holding the rear, the entire battle Formation slammed head-on into the Death Knight regiment.

The Death Knights' long spears were like a forest; the power of the ten-thousand-Cavalry charge caused the ground to crack.

Wang Shan stood at the head of the Formation. The crimson flame saber swept out, and the front row of bone horses had their front legs severed in unison. The knights fell to the ground and were crushed by the heavy armored army in the rear in the blink of an eye.

The five thousand elites did not retreat a single step.

They had risked their lives in the Violent Green Abyss and had endured sixty years in the Blood Energy Pool and Purple Mansion Legacy; discipline was already carved into their bones and blood.

The Death Knight regiment charged fiercely, but the Xianwu Meat Grinder Array was even fiercer.

The shield wall took the long spears head-on, the blade Formation severed the bone horses, the Purple Mansion Cultivators ignited the soul fire with Soul-Cleansing Talisman flames, and the Martial Master heavy troops smashed the Death Knights into shattered bones.

The Bone Dragons dove down, their giant claws aiming straight for Wang Shan.

Wang Shan stomped hard, the ground cracking. The crimson flame saber whipped up blood energy and firelight, slashing upward against the Bone Dragon's chest.

The first blade brought up flames, forcibly severing the left wing.

The second blade turned with the momentum, cutting open the thick dragon neck.

The third blade drove straight in, hacking directly at the soul fire deep within the chest cavity.

The Bone Dragon disintegrated in mid-air, its massive bone wings slamming into the rear of the Death Knight regiment, crushing swaths of Cavalry.

Wang Shan landed using the momentum and shouldered the crimson flame saber heavily: "Just this little pile of bones, and you dare to charge my military Formation?"

The five thousand elites roared in unison, and the Formation pressed forward again.

On the other side, Wang Mu's command flag moved frequently.

He directed the Heavy Artillery Battalion to target the rear of the Death Knights. The Pure Yang Burst Shells swept along the dense areas of Cavalry. The Death Knight regiment was caught in a pincer attack from front and back, and their Formation was forcibly cut into several segments.

The dozen or so Bone Dragons pounced one after another, only to be cut down one after another by the heavy artillery, the Purple Mansion Formations, and Wang Shan's team.

This battle lasted for three full months.

The Death Knight regiment was crushed into bone dregs, and all the Bone Dragons fell to the ground.

The Xianwu Heavy Armored Legion had zero casualties, with one hundred and ninety-six severely injured, all of whom were rescued by the Medical Cultivator Camp.

Wang Shan stepped onto the Formation platform covered in bone ash. His first sentence was: "Don't make the military supply log look too ugly this time."

Wang Mu's gaze swept over the battle damage records: "Medicinal Pill consumption exceeded the estimate by twenty percent. Go explain it to the military supply depot yourself."

The satisfaction on Wang Shan's face diminished by more than half.

Wang Pingan stood in the firmament, his Divine Thought sweeping over the entire battlefield.

After the Death Knight regiment was shattered, the middle-layer defense line of the Undead Divine Kingdom collapsed.

Deep within the Skeleton Wasteland, the true core bone castle finally revealed its outline.

But just at this moment, the Death Qi covering one hundred thousand square kilometers began to contract toward the core.

Wang Pingan's gaze darkened slightly.

The Undead Deity was about to play its trump card.