434: Do a big job

Xiao Fan took a deep breath and continued his Cultivation.

He couldn't go to the battlefield yet, firstly, because he was still a bit short of reaching the Martial Venerable Realm.

Secondly, because Li Fufeng had already planned everything.

From a utilitarian perspective, for these 300,000 people to die here today was the most valuable outcome.

Because in the unrestricted, unregulated warfare that would come later, people of their low Realm and advanced age, with insufficient combat power, would actually not be able to play much of a role.

So they were going to their deaths today.

They would use their deaths to ignite the flames in people's hearts, to make those who stepped from the interior into the border understand what war was, and understand what everyone was fighting for!

Only bloody corpses, shocking death tolls, and countless death lists would fully unite the people.

Only then would the subsequent war be fought more smoothly, easily, and with greater unity!

Li Fufeng told Xiao Fan.

This was very cruel.

But he also said:

"This is called prioritizing the greater good."

Prioritizing the greater good!

These four words were too heavy, and Xiao Fan disliked them greatly.

But Li Fufeng also said:

"If you can fight hundreds of thousands of aliens by yourself, then I can change the plan because of you."

"But can you do it?"

Xiao Fan shook his head.

Let alone hundreds of thousands of aliens, although Xiao Fan could slaughter opponents of the same Realm, human power had its limits; a few tens of thousands of alien species could overwhelm Xiao Fan and exhaust him.

What's more, aliens also had means like Runes, Formations, Seals, and so on... specifically used to suppress people like Xiao Fan who were outside the rules.

So Xiao Fan could not change any of this.

He could only accept these cruel four words.

Prioritizing the greater good.

The leaders and generals of each of the Eight War Zones.

Their hands were not only stained with countless alien blood, but behind them, countless Human Race souls were watching them, telling them... "Don't let us die in vain!"

Therefore, the word 'general' not only represented power and authority, but also represented a responsibility that ordinary people simply could not bear.

Thinking of this, the seven-colored pidi crystal appeared in Xiao Fan's palm.

He suddenly clenched the crystal, then closed his eyes tightly, and began to Breakthrough to the Martial Venerable Realm!

At the same time.

On the front line of the battlefield.

Black Heaven Squad and Light Squad were hidden among the dense crowd of strong individuals, watching the old warriors constantly pouring into the barrier below.

At this moment, Li Qingqiu suddenly gave a self-deprecating smile.

Looking at this group of old people who feared no death, she suddenly felt how childish it was that she had once been deeply entangled in emotional problems.

In this Universe, there were too, too many things more important than love between men and women.

At this moment, she seemed to have truly let go of Xiao Fan, or rather, hidden him beneath these more important matters.

The emotional fluctuations of Black, who was beside her, were also very strong.

Finally, she couldn't bear to watch what was about to happen in the field any longer and closed her eyes.

On the other side, Song Mingguang's gaze was sharp at this moment.

His body had regained its former robustness, and with the help of that Divine-Grade Twelve Palace Divine Scripture, his spirit was completely stable, and his talent degradation was reversed.

The aura of light once again occupied the high ground of his will.

At this moment, he only wanted to rush into the battlefield quickly, unleash his power, kill countless enemies, and use these military merits to atone for his past decadent actions.

Suddenly, a new order came to Song Mingguang's and Black's ears.

"You will follow the main army, stealthily infiltrate the battlefield, and collect the corpses of all aliens who die in battle."

Without any questions, the two led their teams and infiltrated the battlefield.

This was an order issued by Li Fufeng.

Liu Yuan had already recalled many Martial Arts that could transform alien species on the battlefield into pure source energy and rare Materials.

At the same time.

On the alien front, Sea Emperor and Barren Cave were also watching the battlefield.

Sea Emperor looked at the continuously pouring in elderly Human Race members and frowned slightly.

Barren Cave, beside him, sneered and said, "I used to think the Human Race was so noble."

"Nothing more than that."

"Someone, throw those cannon fodder in."

With a command, behind him, a vast army surged towards the Human Race land.

But anyone with a discerning eye could see that among these nearly 500,000 aliens, not a single one had high Battle Intent.

Their faces were filled with despair and sadness.

They didn't want to die, but they had no choice.

To deal with these cannon fodder who didn't want to go to the battlefield, the aliens had two methods.

Either directly conscript them by force and take them away.

Or, seize their relatives as threats.

As for those without relatives, it was the same: you either go to the battlefield, or you die off the field and become nourishment for other aliens.

Anyway, dying sooner or later was still dying.

But the aliens also gave these cannon fodder a glimmer of hope: if they could return alive from the battlefield and achieve a certain level of military merit, there might even be a reward.

But the reason they were cannon fodder was precisely because their strength was insufficient.

The lowest were only third-tier aliens, equivalent to the Human Race's Martial Artists.

But in the Human Race, Martial Artists didn't even have the qualification to go to the battlefield; at least a Little Grandmaster was needed to come to the border!

Today, these 500,000 alien cannon fodder were sent to erode the Human Race's Battle Intent.

These old warriors in the Human Race wanted to die a meaningful death, wanting to exchange their lives one-for-one with the enemy's core combat forces.

But what about the aliens?

They directly used cannon fodder, whom they wouldn't feel bad about losing, to exchange lives with you!

Making it seem as if these 300,000 old Human Race warriors were just cannon fodder too!

Li Fufeng had naturally anticipated all of this.

But there was no choice; using cannon fodder was a common tactic on alien battlefields, and it always had to be fought.

However, Liu Yuan gave him some good things that made this alien tactic incredibly ridiculous.

Dragon Ascending Water Formation!

This Formation was the core combat tactic of Liu Yuan's race; as long as the Formation core was placed near water, the Formation would continuously absorb water elements, nourishing warriors within a ten-thousand-meter radius.

As long as they weren't instantly killed.

As long as the water elements weren't completely absorbed.

These warriors would have an endless supply of power!

Previously, the Formation's characteristic was that it could nourish any water element creature, because Liu Yuan's race was the strongest water-element race in the Universe, and for them, this was an advantage.

But when placed here, it became a bit troublesome, as many alien races were also water-element and would also be nourished by the Formation.

However, Liu Yuan quickly recompiled the Formation so that it only affected the Human Race.

Therefore, at this moment, a hint of disdainful smile appeared at the corner of Li Fufeng's mouth.

Who said these 300,000 old warriors were cannon fodder?

It was deliberately showing weakness to deceive the opponent, and even his teammates were deceived; only a few important old warriors holding the Formation cores knew about this.

Then next.

It was about gaining the initiative!

Several white-haired old men holding the Formation cores looked at each other, and from each other's eyes, they all saw that hint of youthful arrogance they once had!

The old men laughed heartily, only thinking of fighting a big battle!

On the opposite bank was the vast alien army.

Behind them were the Juniors who still needed time to grow.

Here, this was the battlefield where we, the remnants of the old era, would emit our last light and heat.