139: Chapter 139 A Battle of Attrition? I Activated Time Acceleration Immediately

The eastern front battlefield was the first to bear the full impact. Hundreds of siege chariots withstood the artillery fire, bringing one hundred thousand crab soldiers to crash against the outpost's shield wall.

A thousand Shield Soldiers pressed their heavy shields into the Formation base. Four layers of armored soldiers behind them simultaneously braced against the backs of the shields, and all the Qi and blood Formations of the xueming mysterious armor connected completely.

The first chariot crashed against the surface of the shield. The three-zhang battering ram bent the outer Formation barrier, and the immense force penetrated deep into the military Formation, causing the seabed beneath the feet of the front-row armored soldiers to sink on the spot.

The armor plates and the battering ram continuously frictioned, the blood patterns guiding the impact to the leg armor and the ground, while three sub-Formations in the rear shared the pressure under Wang Mu's coordination.

The Shield Soldiers standing at the very front had trembling arms, muffled sounds came from their shoulder bones, and fresh blood overflowed from the corners of their mouths, but the heavy shields never left their Formation positions.

"Rear army relay, blood pattern counter-shock, push that chariot back for me!"

The commander of the eastern front dropped the military flag, and three sub-Formations simultaneously poured in Qi and blood. The shield wall pushed forward by half a step, and the accumulated power of the blood patterns rebounded accordingly.

Cracks appeared at the front of the siege chariot, and the skeletons fixing the battering ram snapped one after another. The crab soldiers inside the chariot were struck by the counter-shock force, causing their carapaces to crack.

The chariot lost its momentum, but the crab soldiers in the rear did not stop. Rows of bone pincers propped against the rear of the chariot, using the damaged chariot as a heavy siege shield to continue pushing forward.

Baal stood above the mud waves, raising his war hammers with six arms together, pouring the Divine Kingdom's Origin into the force-discharging Formation patterns on the backs of the crab soldiers.

Earth-yellow light covered the eastern line, and the power of the heavy-armored crab soldiers increased once again. The vanguard stepped on the wreckage of the chariots, their bone pincers taking turns smashing towards the shield wall.

Every heavy blow caused the bones of the front-row armored soldiers to creak, and the xueming mysterious armor emitted continuous frictional sounds, while the blood patterns on several shoulder armors began to overload.

The light of the master console's Formation Plate shifted. Wang Mu immediately transferred two sub-Formations to the eastern line, and the Formation Hall rushed onto the city wall carrying backup Formation piles.

The injured armored soldiers were supported by the shoulders of the rear soldiers. As they withdrew from the Formation eyes, replacement Shield Soldiers already stepped onto the original positions, leaving no gaps in the military Formation.

The Medical Cultivator Camp took away the wounded behind the city wall, cut open the deformed armor plates, first used Medicinal Pills to stabilize the Meridians, and then checked the bone and internal organ damage.

"The shoulder armor of the third Formation on the eastern line has excessive counter-shock. Immediately reduce the blood pattern output by twenty percent, and transfer the remaining force to the leg armor. Do not let the armored soldiers throw away their lives for the Formation!"

Wang Mu's military order was transmitted to the eastern line. The Formation Master knelt beside the Formation base to modify the nodes, and the pressure of the blood patterns quickly dispersed along the ground.

The front-row armored soldiers finally stabilized their bodies, and the shield wall pushed forward again with the help of the counter-shock, overturning two siege chariots into the middle of the muddy road.

The crab soldiers' Formation was cut off by the wreckage of the chariots, but the rear army was still crowding forward. Thousands of crab soldiers piled up under the city wall, leaving no space to swing their bone pincers anymore.

The Artillery Battalion seized the opportunity. Seventy heavy cannons on the eastern line lowered their muzzles, and Pure Yang Explosive Shells fell into the crowded military Formation, the waves of fire spreading outward along the muddy ground.

Heavy crab shells could withstand scattered artillery fire, but they could not stop the centralized coverage of seventy heavy cannons, and the vanguard was quickly blasted with several vacancies.

Baal swung his war hammer to urge the rear army to fill the gaps. One hundred thousand crab soldiers still pressed forward, dragging the eastern shield wall firmly in front of the Formation Plate.

The sky of the western line had long been covered by poisonous needles. One hundred thousand stingers jellyfish were divided into dozens of layers, taking turns contracting their poison sacs to release a black rain of needles toward the outpost.

Every poisonous needle carried venom that corroded flesh and blood, and some poisonous needles were also wrapped in Tuya's Divine Power, enough to pierce the protective Spiritual Qi of ordinary Purple Mansion Cultivators.

Three thousand Cultivators of the Sword Qi Battalion lined up above the city wall, their Flying Swords connecting to the Guiyuan Formation. Tens of thousands of Sword Qi intertwined into a curtain of swords covering the western line.

The first round of poisonous needles crashed into the sword curtain, and the sharp Sword Qi cut them in half from the middle. The broken needles and venom were swept by the Formation's power to both sides of the seabed.

Subsequent poisonous needles continued to fall, the outer layer of the sword curtain was soon stained with venom, and large gaps were corroded out of the spiritual light on the Flying Swords.

"The third team of the Sword Qi Battalion, fall back and change swords; the seventh team take over the southwest Formation position. The Guiyuan Formation cannot stop!"

The western line captain waved his flag continuously. Hundreds of Cultivators whose Spiritual Qi was exhausted withdrew from their Formation positions, and the replacements in the rear immediately sent Flying Swords into the sword curtain.

The six bone spurs behind Tuya's shoulders simultaneously pierced into the giant jellyfish beasts, extracting the Divine Kingdom's Origin to pour into the poisonous mist, intending to exhaust the Spiritual Qi of the sword curtain.

The firmament of the western line turned dark blue, and more poisonous stingers condensed from beneath the jellyfish legion, their numbers already exceeding the normal carrying limit of the Sword Qi Battalion.

The second round of needle rain fell. The outer layer of the Guiyuan Formation shattered consecutively, and thousands of poisonous needles crossed the sword curtain, crashing toward the Shield Soldiers and Formation Masters on the city wall.

The soul-cleansing bone patterns of the xueming mysterious armor actively operated, stripping away the alien Divine Thoughts within the poisonous needles, while the nine blood patterns evenly distributed the piercing power to the entire set of armor.

There were still some poisonous needles that penetrated through the joints of the armor plates, and dozens of armored soldiers fell on the city wall. The Medical Cultivator Camp immediately braved the needle rain to drag the people back into the Formation.

The scale of the Spiritual Qi reserves on the western line dropped. The Guiyuan Formation remained fully open, devouring a large amount of Spirit Stones every breath, and the existing Formation treasury had dropped by twenty percent.

"Connect the Ancestral Court's main Formation to the western line, and transfer three temporary Spiritual Veins over. Fill the Guiyuan Formation first; the Sword Qi Battalion must not use its own Foundation to hold on stubbornly."

At the other end of the cross-realm passage, the spiritual power pipelines within the three Divine Kingdoms lit up accordingly, and boxed Spirit Stones were sent to the western wall through the logistics Formation tower.

Replenished, the Guiyuan Formation closed the shattered sword curtain again, and the jellyfish soldiers that had just crossed the defense line were also nailed to the seabed by hundreds of Flying Swords.

Tuya did not stop. Sitting on the back of the giant jellyfish, it continuously urged the poisonous needles, trying to force Wang Mu to consume all spiritual power on the western line.

The corpses of the jellyfish outside the western wall piled higher and higher, the venom gathered into puddles on the seabed, and the purifying Formation continuously extracted the venom, causing several parts of the Formation Plate to burn out.

The Formation Maintenance Team braved the needle rain to replace the Formation Plates. Young Formation Masters ran under the city wall with backup Formation boxes on their backs, having no time to look up.

The northern battlefield had turned into close-quarters bloody combat. Carlo threw all his remaining elites into this place, solely seeking to tear open a gap that could lead directly to the Formation Plate.

Tens of thousands of Scale Demons stepped on the corpses of their own kind to climb up the shield wall. Bone forks, bone knives, and war hammers fell from all directions, and dark green blood flowed along the armor plates.

Wang Shan personally guarded the center of the northern line. His crimson flame saber split open the bone shield of a Scale Demon captain, and the blade fell along the momentum, cutting the opponent apart along with the shoulder and armor.

More Scale Demons lunged from both sides. Three bone forks simultaneously pierced his chest armor, and the blood pattern counter-shock shattered the handles of the forks. Wang Shan swung his saber back to sweep across three heads.

The corpses of the alien race under his feet had already piled up into a small mountain. The following Scale Demons could only step on the corpses to charge upward, and as soon as they exposed their bodies, they crashed into the crimson flame saber.

The first crimson flame saber was chopped with a dozen notches, and the blade finally could not withstand the continuous collisions, breaking into two pieces along the middle section.

Wang Shan nailed the broken saber into the chest of a Scale Demon, reached out to catch the backup long saber thrown by his personal guard, and turned around to hack into another Formation line.

"If the saber rolls, change the saber; if the armor breaks, change the armor. As long as there are still people breathing on the northern line, these Scale Demons don't even think about getting past!"

The personal guards stuck a row of backup crimson flame sabers behind the Formation. Every time Wang Shan chopped one to ruin, he retreated half a step to replace it, and his position underfoot never fell.

Carlo stood on the distant waves, his bone staff continuously extracting the ocean's Origin. Dozens of sea beasts were forcibly urged by it to crash toward the northern city wall.

The Artillery Battalion detached twenty heavy cannons to bombard the sea beasts, while the remaining muzzles suppressed the rear army of the Scale Demons, and waves of fire spread continuously outside the city wall.

After the sea beasts fell, they blocked the attacking route, but the Scale Demon army cut open passages from the bellies of the corpses, continuing to transport troops toward the outpost.

Wang Shan led one thousand Extreme Realm Martial Artistss to guard the very front. Everyone had already changed their weapons several times, and the xueming mysterious armor was also covered with cracks.

mad blood battle pills were used successively, dark red Qi and blood converged into the northern military Formation, pushing Carlo's elites down the city wall again and again.

The fifty-thousand-strong Immortal Martial Legion guarded the three lines separately. The manpower available for rotation was getting fewer and fewer, and all eight sub-Formations had been thrown into the battlefield, leaving no complete reserves.

The stretchers in front of the Medical Cultivator Camp were arranged in rows, and the wounded were constantly sent back from the three city walls. Pill Furnaces and rejuvenation Formations had not stopped operating since the outbreak of the war.

The Medical Cultivators cut open armor plates, cleaned venom, and reconnected bones. Those with lighter injuries took Medicinal Pills, and after being bandaged, they returned to their logistics Formation positions.

A young Medical Cultivator had just finished treating three heavily injured Shield Soldiers when a new batch of stretchers was carried to his feet. He raised his hand to wipe away his sweat and continued the treatment.

All thirty medical treatment points were full to capacity. Logistics craftsmen temporarily set up more tents, but they still couldn't keep up with the speed at which the wounded were sent back.

Wang Mu stood on the master console. The general logistics ledger was updated every quarter of an hour, and the numbers of Medicinal Pills, Spirit Stones, and backup Formation Plates were constantly declining.

The shell reserves could still last for several days, and the profound armor also had Twelve Study Cities providing replenishment, but the healing Medicinal Pills and Spiritual Qi-restoring Medicinal Pills were rapidly being consumed.

The fifty-thousand-strong legion could rely on Formations to hold off the three hundred thousand allied forces, but the price paid would not disappear, and every time they bore pressure, Medicinal Pills had to be used to heal injuries.

Wang Mu flipped through the newly sent logistics records, his gaze stopping at the red consumption line, his back of the hand knocking against the edge of the master console.

"The consumption of Medicinal Pills is too fast. According to the current growth of wounded personnel, the reserves won't last until the counterattack."

The logistics officer beside him flipped through the roster, his Adam's apple rolling: "Should we contract the eastern and western lines and push the three city walls back to the inner city?"

"We cannot contract. The nine main Formations of the Nine Suns Heaven-Locking Formation are on the outer wall. If we contract the defense line, seawater will flood half the outpost first."

Wang Mu closed the general logistics ledger and mobilized the Formations once again, letting the armored soldiers of the three lines take turns bearing the impact of the Divine Kingdom's Origin to minimize actual casualties as much as possible.

The alien allied forces also paid a heavy price. Thirty thousand crab soldiers had fallen on the eastern line, jellyfish corpses covered the sea surface on the western line, and casualties of Scale Demons on the northern line exceeded half.

Yet the three alien deities did not retreat. Possessing the populations and resources of three Divine Kingdoms, the casualties they could endure were far higher than those of the fifty-thousand-strong Immortal Martial Legion.

Baal continued to urge the crab soldiers to ram the eastern wall, Tuya's poisonous needles never stopped, and Carlo even drove the civilian army from the island city onto the northern line.

Carlo stood on the sea surface, his gaze locked onto the Human Race's shield wall that had not yet collapsed. The scales on his face were stained with blood, and the tip of his bone staff cracked due to Divine Power overload.

"They only have fifty thousand people; wear them to death. When their Medicinal Pills and Spirit Stones are exhausted, even those armors won't be able to save them!"

Baal and Tuya made no response. The three legions pressed forward once again, their offensive even more urgent than before, clearly intent on dragging down the outpost with sheer numbers.

The three city walls bore pressure simultaneously, the Guiyuan sword curtain shattered again, two shield Formations on the eastern line were knocked back several zhang, and more than a hundred armored soldiers on the northern line lost their combat effectiveness.

Wang Pingan stood in the firmament, his Divine Thought crossing the three battle lines, taking in all the consumption of Medicinal Pills, the number of wounded, and the logistics reserves into his consciousness.

The three alien Divine Kingdoms could continuously replenish troops, and the Immortal Martial Legion could also receive support through the cross-realm passage; what truly decided victory or defeat was the speed of logistics production.

More than half of the Medicinal Pills accumulated by the Twelve Study Cities over a hundred years had already been sent out, and normal production could not fill the front-line consumption; continuing to hold stubbornly would only hollow out the inventory.

Wang Pingan's Divine Thought fell beside Wang Mu, his voice directly transmitting into the master console, as well as into the core of the thirty-six sub-Formations.

"Hold the passage; leave the logistics to me."

Wang Mu looked up at the cross-realm passage, not asking how the Divine Lord would replenish the reserves, only handing the general logistics ledger to the officials in the rear.

"Pass the order to the three lines: maintain the defense line, let all Formation Plates take pressure in rotation, and no one is allowed to trade their Foundation for the lives of the aliens."

Wang Pingan withdrew his Divine Thought, his consciousness returning along the cross-realm passage to the one-hundred-and-eighty-thousand-square-kilometer Divine Kingdom, where the Twelve Study Cities and the Hundred Arts Hall came into view.

The Pill Furnaces in the Alchemy Pavilion were still operating, but the Spirit Medicine in the herb garden needed time to mature, and the Casting Workshop and Formation Hall also needed time to make up for the losses.

Every hour that passed in the outside battlefield, a large number of wounded would be sent back, and ordinary production speeds simply could not keep up with the consumption of the three lines.

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