140: Chapter 140 Time Acceleration, Logistics Overwhelming

Wang Pingan raised his hand to press down on the divine core, and the SSS-Rank Master of Time authority surged along the Law patterns, causing the 180,000-square-kilometer territory to break away from the external flow rate simultaneously.

The sun and moon in the vault of heaven accelerated their rotation, the bells of the Twelve Study Cities rang out one after another, and the Hundred Arts Hall and the Ancestral Court main array all entered the highest wartime production state.

Wang Pingan sat in command of the divine kingdom, pressing down on the divine core as the Time Law operated at full speed.

The Time authority covered the 180,000-square-kilometer divine kingdom. While the fires of war outside had not ceased, the sun and moon within the divine kingdom were already revolving at high speed.

The Ancestral Court main array received Wang Pingan's divine decree, the Twelve Study Cities sounded their battle bells in unison, and all Hundred Arts institutions shifted to the highest wartime Rank.

Wang Mu had long since left a complete production roster. Alchemy, casting, Formations, Spirit Planting, and transportation each performed their own duties, eliminating the need to temporarily adjust personnel.

All eight hundred Pill Furnaces of the Alchemy Pavilion were fully activated. Earth fire surged along the array patterns into the bottom of the furnaces, and cartloads of Spirit Medicine were transported from the Twelve Study Cities to various branch pavilions.

The Alchemists were divided into six rotating batches, each on duty for two consecutive months. Upon exiting the pill rooms, they immediately entered the gathering spirit arrays to recover their spiritual power.

The mad blood battle pill was listed as the frontline's primary necessity, closely followed by nourishing pills, soul-returning pills, and detoxifying pills. The refining of all unrelated Medicinal Pills was temporarily suspended.

Apprentices responsible for processing medicinal materials filled the plaza, cutting herbs, refining liquids, purifying, and packaging. Every single process had its losses recorded by the Formation.

An old Alchemist guarded the front of the main furnace. His cuffs had been burned into several holes by the earth fire, his gaze locked tightly onto the medicinal liquid inside the furnace, and he had not moved his feet half a step.

Beside him, a Disciple was covered in sweat, tugging at the old Alchemist's hem. "Master, if you keep guarding like this, the Medicinal Pills won't be out of the furnace before you get carried into the Medical Cultivator Camp!"

The old Alchemist kicked the Disciple's hand away. "Cut the crap, send the third batch of blood ginseng in! The frontline is waiting for their lives to be saved; when do I have time to lie down and rest?"

As the first year ended, the eight hundred Pill Furnaces had produced 400,000 nourishing pills and 100,000 mad blood battle pills, and the inventory began filling the Ancestral Court warehouses.

The Spirit Planting Department was not idle either. The power of the Creation Pool was guided into the Spirit Medicine fields, and hundreds of gathering spirit arrays were deployed around the high-grade parent plants.

Spirit Medicine that originally required decades to mature was harvested in batches under the nourishment of the Time authority and earth veins, and the medicine fields quickly completed their second round of sowing.

The fires of the Casting Workshop soared into the sky. Thousands of smelting furnaces were lined up along the blood essence Ore veins, and after the Ore was purified, it was sent directly to the ordnance production line.

The main structure of the xueming mysterious armor had already been finalized. The blacksmiths did not need to re-deduce it; they only needed to batch-engrave according to the nine core blood patterns.

Set after set of armor plates fell from the forging platforms. Once checked and passed, they were packed into array boxes; unqualified ones were immediately remelted on the spot and not allowed to flow into the frontline warehouses.

Backup crimson flame sabers, Black Iron Shields, and blood-patterned long spears piled up thirty-six armories, and transport teams had to expand new storage areas every day.

The Formation Hall likewise operated at full speed, placing the auxiliary Formation Plates, purified land Formation Plates, and cross-realm Formation piles of the Nine Suns Heaven-Locking Formation into the highest production sequence.

Ten years passed within the divine kingdom, and the first batch of large-scale supplies completed inventory. The spatial gates of the Ancestral Court warehouses pointed straight at the outpost logistics array tower.

Only a single day had passed on the external battlefield. The three city walls were still besieged by the alien coalition forces, and the Shield Soldiers on the eastern front had just completed their ninth Formation position rotation.

Baal pushed more Crab Soldiers onto the muddy road. Without time to repair their damaged carapaces, they used sea beast bone plates to bind their wounds and continued pushing the chariot Formations.

The Stinger Jellyfish legion on the western front had already depleted most of their venom sacs, but Tuya was still extracting the divine kingdom's Origin to maintain the rain of poisonous needles covering the city wall.

Casualties among the remnant forces of the Scale Demons on the northern front exceeded half. The new recruits conscripted by Carlo from the island city lacked training, yet they were driven toward the frontline by priests wielding bone whips.

Wang Mu stood atop the Master platform. The Medicinal Pill reserves in the military requisition ledger had fallen below the warning line, and several medical treatment tents began restricting the amount of medication used.

The quartermaster was just preparing to report the next round of distribution plans when continuous vibrations came from inside the logistics array tower, and thirty-six delivery gates opened simultaneously.

Crated Medicinal Pills poured out from the delivery gates, filling transport carts one after another. The serial numbers on the crate lids went all the way up to tens of thousands and beyond.

Following closely behind the Medicinal Pills were backup armor, weapons, Formation Plates, and Spirit Stones. The supplies piled up behind the three city walls along the military roads.

The quartermaster stood before the Master ledger, his gaze falling upon the filled reserve scale. The recording pen in his hand hung suspended in mid-air, only falling back down after a moment.

Wang Mu lifted the lid of a pill crate, confirming that the contents were all freshly baked nourishing pills, and his tense jawline relaxed as a result.

He grabbed a command flag, and the military order spread throughout the outpost via thirty-six sub-arrays. "Pass down the order: use the Medicinal Pills without restriction, and save every single wounded soldier for me!"

The armored soldiers on the three city walls shouted in unison, their wave of sound overpowering the artillery fire. Logistics soldiers pushed carts of Medicinal Pills into various medical treatment points.

Wounded soldiers who originally could only be allotted half a nourishing pill now directly received entire bottles, and the Medical Cultivators no longer needed to meticulously calculate the medicinal potency of each portion.

On the eastern front, a Shield Soldier suffered sternum damage. When he was carried down the city wall, he could no longer lift his arms, yet after taking the medicine for half an hour, he stood right back up.

A Medical Cultivator reached out to stop him and inspect his injuries, but he hoisted the Black Iron Shield back onto his shoulder with a single heave. "The bones are reconnected, and the Formation positions are short of people. Lying down is even more uncomfortable."

The Medical Cultivator kicked his leg armor. "Get lost to the second line. If you dare charge the first line, I'll make you lie down for a full three months first."

More wounded soldiers completed treatment, the crowded tents gradually emptied out, and the armored soldiers who had recovered their combat power stepped back into the military Formation.

The alien coalition forces quickly noticed the change. The bearing capacity of the Human Race shield wall rebounded, and the gaps that had appeared several times were refilled.

Armored soldiers who had been carried down the city wall half a day prior once again donned the repaired xueming mysterious armor and stood back into their Formation positions, their vital blood already largely recovered.

Baal continuously urged three rounds of offensives, but the Crab Soldiers could no longer shake the shield wall by even a fraction, and large areas of the chariots on the eastern front were instead overturned.

It looked toward the rear of the Human Race, where cartloads of Medicinal Pills were sent along the military roads to the frontline, and the transport teams inside the cross-realm passage never ceased.

"Carlo, didn't you say that their divine kingdom had just completed expansion and their resources were completely exhausted?"

Carlo gripped his bone staff tightly as dark green blood dripped down his wound. "They were indeed lacking in medicine these past few days, these things shouldn't just appear out of thin air!"

Tuya did not utter a word, his gaze locked onto the Flying Swords rising into the air again on the western front, and his six bone spikes adjusted their direction accordingly.

Human Race Cultivators swallowed soul-returning pills, rapidly replenishing their depleted spiritual power, and the Guiyuan Sword Veil appeared even thicker and heavier than in the Early Stage of the war.

Another twenty years passed within the divine kingdom while only two days passed in the outside world, and the second batch of supplies reached the standard for delivery.

The Casting Workshop delivered 100,000 pieces of backup weaponry and 15,000 sets of xueming mysterious armor, and the Formation Hall sent out 200,000 various Formation Plates.

The Alchemy Pavilion raised its output once more, adding four hundred Pill Furnaces to the Twelve Study Cities, and young Alchemists began independently undertaking production tasks.

Wang Pingan sat enthroned above the divine core, maintaining the operation of the Time authority. Civilization feedback poured in endlessly, and the acceleration process was never interrupted.

He understood clearly in his heart that the 300,000 alien coalition forces had not reached their bottom line; if he wanted to completely crush them, the supply volume had to overwhelm the frontline consumption.

On the third day of the outside world, the Medicinal Pill consumption of the Immortal Martial Legion fell below the rear's replenishment for the first time, and the reserves on the military requisition Master ledger began to climb back up.

On the fifth day of the outside world, the backup armor sent by the Twelve Study Cities filled the outpost warehouses, allowing wounded armored soldiers to directly replace entire sets.

On the seventh day of the outside world, the Formation Hall completed all wartime damage replenishment, and the backup Formation Plates of the Nine Suns Heaven-Locking Formation reached three times the number of active-duty ones.

By the tenth day of the outside world, a hundred years had already passed within the divine kingdom. The Hundred Arts system completed expansion once more, and a new batch of talent was put into operation.

During these hundred years, the eight hundred Master furnaces never ceased their fires, and the newly added Pill Furnaces piped medicinal potency into the Ancestral Court's earth veins, stabilizing all production institutions.

The Casting Workshop completed its fourth round of expansion, with new ordnance zones spreading along the northern mountains, and underground warehouses already piled high with backup weapons.

Graduates from the Twelve Study Cities were assigned to the Hundred Arts Hall, legions, and the logistics department, providing continuous reinforcement to the entire wartime system.

On the outpost battlefield, the 300,000 alien coalition forces attacked continuously for ten days, and corpses along the three battle lines paved a hundred miles of the sea floor.

Baal's 100,000 Crab Soldiers were left with only a little over 50,000 remaining. Many Crab Soldiers had cracked carapaces yet lacked sufficient mineral materials to perform repairs.

Tuya's Stinger Jellyfish suffered losses exceeding sixty percent, their venom sac inventories were emptied, and subsequent legions could only rely on their Physical Bodies to approach the city walls.

Carlo's situation was even more embarrassing; the conscriptable troops within the island city were exhausted, and priests began driving ordinary Scale Demons to participate in the battle.

All three alien deities were desperately waiting for the Human Race defense line to collapse, yet that outpost before their eyes was still increasing the height of its city walls, and the sound of artillery grew increasingly dense.

At noon on the tenth day of the outside world, the cross-realm passage expanded once again, and hundreds of heavy artillery carts drove into the outpost along the Formation military roads.

Two hundred newly rolled-off zifu heavy cannons were clad in blood essence protective plates, their cannon body array patterns fully connected, allowing them to enter battle the moment they hit the ground.

The Artillery Battalion captain stood atop the eastern front high platform, looking at the doubled number of heavy cannons, and raised a hand to pat the pressure-bearing Formation Plate of the veteran cannon beside him.

"In the past, seventy cannons guarded a single line; today, I'm giving you a hundred and forty. Whoever says the firepower is still not enough, I'll stuff them straight into the cannon barrel!"

The artillery soldiers burst out laughing, quickly taking over the new cannons. Pure yang explosive shells were sent along the transport tracks into the ammunition racks of the four hundred heavy cannons.

Wang Mu adjusted the deployment of the Artillery Battalion, adding seventy cannons each to the eastern and western fronts, sixty to the northern front, with some heavy cannons remaining in the central army.

With the Formation connections completed, the four hundred zifu heavy cannons calibrated their landing points simultaneously, their muzzles covering all dense areas of the three alien legions.

The first round of volley fire descended. The muddy road on the eastern front was severed into several sections by waves of fire, the front and rear military arrays of the Crab Soldiers lost connection, and all city-battering chariots were overturned.

The second round of artillery fire blanketed the western front. Blood-breaking runes pierced the venom sacs of the surviving Stinger Jellyfish legion, burning the venom in mid-air as massive swaths of corpses plunged into the sea.

Scale Demons on the northern front had just been driven onto their positions when pure yang artillery shells smashed into the sea wall, destroying it along with the rear array foundations.

With the artillery density doubled, the alien races left behind patches of corpses every hundred zhang they advanced, making it difficult for the three battle lines to approach the city wall ever again.

The Immortal Martial Legion completely changed its defensive approach. The Shield Soldiers actively pushed forward, and the Sword Qi Battalion cleared out remaining enemies along the gaps created by the artillery fire.

Nourishing pills and soul-returning pills were sent up the city wall in crates. Whenever armored soldiers were injured, they would withdraw from their Formation positions, only to slaughter their way back to the frontline with fully replenished vital blood half an hour later.

Baal stood atop the mud waves, its six arms taking turns to urge Divine Power, yet it could not allow the Crab Soldiers to cross the heavy cannon blockade.

The submarine Ore veins were mostly exhausted, and the rear had even used up all the bone plates for repairing carapaces, forcing the Crab Soldiers to fight with injuries.

Tuya ceased the poisonous needle coverage; its venom sacs were insufficient to support another round of volley fire, and the Stinger Jellyfish Legion began retreating toward the edge of the divine kingdom.

Carlo stood atop the sea altar, watching the transport carts continuously driving out from the Human Race passage, its bone staff squeezed until several cracks formed.

That passage devoured its last bit of hope. Every single crate of Medicinal Pills sent out from within brought Carlo's army one step closer to total collapse.

Carlo stared fixedly at the endless Immortal Martial passage, blue veins bulging on its four arms, its chest heaving violently.