99: Chapter 99 Green Tide as the Main Force, Using War to Sustain War

Sharp shrieks erupted from all directions.

Wang Pingan's Divine Thought spread out, immediately capturing the sound of countless running footsteps.

Tree canopies swayed, and the muddy ground shook.

Squads of Goblins rushed out from their tribe.

They were short, deformed, clad in tattered leather armor, clutching bone spears, poison blades, and wooden shields.

The numbers were too great; they stretched as far as the eye could see.

Wang Pingan's Divine Kingdom passage had just stabilized, and the green tide had already reached the edge of his vision.

Wang Shan led three thousand main battle troops out of the passage, their heavy shields slamming to the ground: "Xuanjia Zhenyue Formation!"

Three thousand heavy armors pressed their shields down simultaneously.

A thick Formation light connected in front, forming a black barrier.

Wang Mu brought the Artillery Battalion, Sword Qi Battalion, and Formation Maintenance Team into the defensive position.

Floating Board Shield Vehicles unfolded, Psionic Heavy Cannons were set up, and the Sword Qi Battalion took their positions on the high platforms.

Wang Pingan issued his first Divine Oracle: "Hold the passage. Kill the first wave first."

The Goblin army charged up.

There was no Formation, no probing, only numbers.

They trampled over the slimy backs of their own kind, droplets of venom from their bone spears flinging into the air, as they slammed headlong into the shield wall.

Severed limbs splattered from the front row, flesh and blood smeared onto the black armor, while the rear ranks trampled over the still-twitching corpses to continue the charge.

Formation patterns lit up beneath Wang Shan's feet, and his deep Qi and blood surged through the ley lines, permeating the entire Formation: "Hold firm!"

The black armor shield wall was like an impenetrable wall of bronze and iron.

Wang Mu swung his command flag down heavily: "Artillery Battalion, three-stage volley fire."

The heavy cannons roared, their spiritual light tearing through the air.

Scorching artillery fire slammed into the green tide, turning large swaths of Goblins into charcoal.

The Sword Qi Battalion stepped onto the high platforms in unison, and sword light skimming the ground swept out like a silver ribbon.

Foul blood and mud churned in front of the Formation.

Yet the Goblins in the rear kept rushing forward.

One hundred thousand, two hundred thousand, and even more.

Goblin corpses piled up at the front of the defensive line.

Green blood soaked into the muddy ground, and foul miasma rose up along the battlefield.

Wang Shan's Xuanjia Zhenyue Formation had already retreated thirty zhang.

This was not a rout.

This was space forced open by sheer numbers.

Wang Mu's command flag never lowered.

"Left flank Artillery Battalion, switch to concussion shells."

"Sword Qi Battalion, cut at the legs close to the ground, don't let them climb the shields."

"Formation Maintenance Team, third row of shield vehicles, fill the gaps."

Orders rained down one after another, and the defensive line remained solid.

But there were simply too many Goblins.

After the ordinary Goblins fell, elite Goblins clad in bone armor emerged from the rear.

After a batch of bone-armored elites died, frenzied mutants with blood-red eyes rushed out from the depths of the jungle.

These mutants were taller, their muscles bulging, their skin shimmering with dark green poison veins.

A direct hit from a heavy cannon only managed to cave in its chest.

It dragged its mangled body up to the shield wall, grabbed the heavy shield with both claws, and frantically tried to pry it open.

Wang Shan decapitated it with a single saber strike, his gaze darkening slightly.

"These things are tougher than the intelligence suggested."

Wang Mu stared at the churning dark green poison veins on the corpse.

"The frenzy toxin has been strengthened by the Divine Kingdom's Law."

"The Goblin Demigod has awakened."

Wang Pingan's Divine Thought swept across the entire battlefield.

Deep within the Violent Green Abyss, a massive Origin was churning.

This Divine Kingdom had no intention of retreating after just a few waves.

It intended to use the endless supply of Goblins to drag the invaders to their deaths at the edge of the passage.

Wang Pingan did not let the three thousand main battle troops fight to the death.

His gaze returned to his own Divine Kingdom.

Two million citizens, one hundred thousand Foundation Establishment and Blood Condensation reserves, thousands of half-step powerhouses, and a mature Hundred Arts Hall system.

These foundations were prepared for this very moment.

A Divine Oracle descended.

"Master of Time, activate."

The Law of Time spread across the firmament of the Divine Kingdom.

Outside, the battlefield of the Violent Green Abyss continued to press forward.

Inside the Divine Kingdom, the flow of time was stretched to its limit.

One day equaled one year.

Every department in the Divine Kingdom immediately switched to wartime status.

Wang Mu mobilized the rear Hundred Arts Hall into a temporary military supply system.

The Alchemy Pavilion ignited their Pill Furnaces.

The Formation Hall engraved Formation Plates.

The Casting Workshop repaired armor.

The Talisman Institute rushed to produce Miasma Cleansing, Pulse Protecting, and Poison Breaking Talismans.

Wang Shan selected the first batch of five thousand Blood Condensation Martial Artists and Foundation Establishment combat Cultivators from the reserve roster, sending them into the perimeter of the battlefield in waves.

The new recruits were not sent directly to the very front line.

They first took over tasks like transport, Formation guarding, clearing corpse piles, replenishing arrows, and replacing lightly wounded veterans.

The battlefield was not a training ground.

Wang Pingan would not let the one hundred thousand reserves rush up all at once to die.

On the third day after the first batch of reserves entered the Violent Green Abyss, someone died under a Goblin poison spear.

A young Blood Condensation Martial Artist was dragged out past the edge of the shield vehicle by a frenzied Goblin.

Before the rescue rope could even be thrown, a poison blade had already pierced his neck.

Before he died, he only had time to push the Formation Plate back into his comrade's hands.

His comrade's eyes turned red, but a veteran kicked him back to his post.

"What are you crying for? Keep the Formation Plate protected!"

"Only if you stay alive to fill his spot will his death not have been in vain!"

The battlefield taught these reserve troops what military orders meant in the harshest way possible.

When the first year of Divine Kingdom time ended, the first batch of reserves had suffered over three hundred casualties.

The eyes of those who survived had changed.

They no longer vied for merit, charged recklessly, or treated drills as real combat.

They knew that behind the shield vehicles stood Medical Cultivators, behind the Medical Cultivators were the Artillery Battalions, and beside the Artillery Battalions were the Formation Maintenance Teams.

If anyone took a wrong step, it wouldn't just be one person who died.

Wang Shan did not comfort them.

He only engraved the names of the fallen into the military register.

"Continue the rotation."

The second batch of reserves entered the battlefield.

The third batch of reserves followed.

The fourth batch continued training within the Divine Kingdom.

The green tide of the Violent Green Abyss kept rushing in.

Wang Pingan's Divine Kingdom also kept churning out troops, Medicinal Pills, armor, and Talismans.

This war soon turned into a massive meat grinder.

The third day in the outside world.

The third year in the Divine Kingdom.

The Goblin Demigod finally descended with the Law of the Green Abyss.

The green clouds in the sky suddenly lowered.

The concentration of miasma doubled.

Large patches of dark green bubbles emerged from the swamp.

The number of frenzied Goblins surged, and many ordinary Goblins twisted and mutated on the spot.

Their skin cracked, poison veins crawled across their backs, and both speed and strength increased.

The pressure on the front line of the Xuanjia Zhenyue Formation increased significantly.

A Floating Board Shield Vehicle was overturned by a dozen frenzied creatures.

The three maintenance soldiers inside could not evacuate in time and were dragged into the pile of corpses.

Wang Shan personally led a counter-charge, rescuing two of them, but the last one had already lost his breath.

He stood in the poisonous fog, his chest heaving violently.

"Wang Mu, give me a solution."

Wang Mu crouched beside a frenzied corpse, his jade knife slicing open the nodes of the poison veins.

"Give me samples."

He did not return to the rear of the Divine Kingdom.

He built a temporary Hundred Arts Hall workshop directly three miles behind the battlefield.

Pill Furnaces, Formation Plate stands, arrow-casting furnaces, and corpse dissection racks stood in rows within a purification Formation.

Goblin corpses were dragged into the workshop.

Poison glands were stripped.

Bone armor was dismantled.

Dark green blood was sealed in bottles.

The Cultivators and craftsmen of the Hundred Arts Hall wore protective Talismans, their hands moving with vicious speed.

They had no right to fear filth, nor time to be disgusted.

For every half hour the front line held on, the rear had to produce half an hour's worth of results.

The fifth year in the Divine Kingdom.

The Sedative Powder was finalized.

This powder specifically targeted the frenzy toxin, and when sprinkled onto the battlefield, it could weaken the frenzied outbursts of the Goblins.

The first batch of Armor-Piercing Arrows was also mass-produced.

The arrowheads were smelted from Goblin bone armor and engraved with Spirit-Guiding Patterns, designed specifically to pierce the poison cores in the chests of the frenzied creatures.

Wang Mu personally delivered the first crate of Armor-Piercing Arrows to Wang Shan.

"Try it."

Wang Shan grabbed a handful and handed them to the crossbowmen.

"Frenzied creatures in the front row, aim for the chest."

The crossbow bolts tore through the air.

The poison cores in the chests of a dozen frenzied Goblins were pierced, and their massive bodies collapsed on the spot.

Wang Shan's eyes lit up.

"Good stuff."

Wang Mu's face was stained with poisonous blood, his tone steady.

"The more corpses, the more Materials."

Wang Shan grinned.

"Then let them send more."

The Sedative Powder spread, the Armor-Piercing Arrows entered the fray, and the defensive line stabilized once more.

Wang Pingan overlooked the battlefield, his heart not relaxing in the slightest.

The Law of the Green Abyss was only the first card.

That Goblin Demigod had not yet appeared.

The tenth year in the Divine Kingdom.

The Immortal Martial Legion had already pushed three hundred miles into the interior of the Violent Green Abyss.

Along the way, dozens of Goblin tribes had been uprooted.

Every time a tribe was uprooted, Wang Pingan swallowed a piece of the Origin's edge.

The area of the Divine Kingdom grew slowly.

But the core of the Violent Green Abyss was still deep inside.

There, the green fog was thicker, the bone towers were taller, and the true Divine Core of the Goblin Demigod resided.

The fifteenth year in the Divine Kingdom.

A shrill screech emanated from the depths of the Violent Green Abyss.

Large areas of the jungle collapsed.

Millions of elite Goblins poured out from the core area.

They were no longer disorganized.

Bone drums sounded, animal-hide flags waved, and the green legion split into dozens of groups, pressing towards Wang Pingan's positions from different directions.

At the very front were a dozen giant Goblin Warlords.

They were ten zhang tall, clad in heavy bone armor, wielding massive stone axes, and dragging chains of poisonous mist condensed from the Law of the Green Abyss behind them.

The aura of each Warlord was only a hair's breadth away from the Purple Mansion and Martial Master Realms.

Before the teleportation passage, the three thousand main battle troops suffered large-scale casualties for the first time.

A Warlord swung its axe down, smashing a dozen heavy armored soldiers, along with their shields, into the muddy ground.

Another Warlord crashed into the shield wall, tearing a gap in the Xuanjia Zhenyue Formation.

Wang Shan led men to fill the gap, taking three axe blows head-on, his palms splitting and bleeding.

Wang Mu's composite Formations fell continuously, but could only trap the Warlords for a moment.

The iron Law of the Realm suppressed them.

Wang Shan could not break through to Martial Master.

Wang Mu could not enter the Purple Mansion.

Thousands of half-step powerhouses were also firmly stuck by the capacity of the Demigod's Divine Kingdom.

Wang Pingan's Divine Oracle descended at the most critical moment.

"Do not seek to break through the Realm."

"Pour all your Formations, foundations, Qi and blood, and Spiritual Qi into it."

"Use the limit of the Demigod Realm to stack up destructive power that exceeds your own."

Wang Shan looked up, Battle Intent surging in his eyes.

"Understood!"

The Formation Plate in Wang Mu's palm lit up.

"All personnel on the half-step roster, enter the Formation!"

Thousands of half-step Purple Mansion and half-step Martial Master Cultivators entered their positions in batches.

They had been waiting for this day for over a hundred years.

If they could not break through the Realm.

Then they would smash all the power pent up in their chests into the battle Formation.