A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Next to the collapsed thirty-six giant demarcation pillars,

Jiang Ding stood on the super aerospace fighter and looked around.

The ground was covered in smoke.

There are huge craters everywhere, golden elixir-level spells melting boulders, and beside broken tanks, the broken limbs of foundation-building monks are placed randomly.

The diffuse smoke gradually dissipated.

The sun shines on the earth again.

"Very good. At least the lives of the people in the southern part of Huangtong Xiaojie will be much better than now."

Jiang Ding said to himself.

With a slight movement of spiritual thought, a corpse with dried essence and blood appeared in front of him. The originally fat body now became loose and wrinkled, and the wrinkled skin wrapped around the body randomly, which was a dull brown color.

The eyes were dim and lifeless, and the life force in them had long since disappeared.

"Xiang Jia, this name is worth remembering."

Jiang Ding thought.

Dots of azure sword energy flew out from his fingers, cutting the corpse in front of him into fragments that filled the sky. Countless sword energy erupted in it, destroying every trace of life sensed by the sword intention.

Pieces of powdery flesh and blood were flying in the wind.

It's a great tribute to an opponent who remembers his name.

A palm-sized turtle shell double-sided shield appeared in his hand.

There is a hole the size of a copper coin in the center, the fracture is as smooth as a mirror, and there is a trace of the sword of destruction contained in it, and the gangrene attached to the bone.

It can be seen that the fracture shows signs of mana being washed away many times.

The effect is miraculous.

Even if there is a "solid" aspect in this magic power, it is still not enough and there is some level suppression.

"Another god-level material has been obtained. The candidates for Xuanwu Heavenly Palace are all good people."

"Xiahou Ding, plus Fairy Li Han's."

Jiang Ding's face showed the joy of harvest.

"The original plan to build one thousand and twenty-four Dyson sunglass sword-type drones has been cancelled. All of them will be made of God-class materials. At least the main structures will be made of God-class materials. They will not be used until the Nascent Soul stage. Outdated.”

"Don't look at the small size of this tortoise shell. It is actually refined from a large amount of god-level materials. Let go of the floating formation. It weighs tens of thousands of kilograms. The materials of more than a thousand drones are completely enough."

"It seems that after the Nascent Soul stage, at least ten times the number of sword-shaped drones will be built? Where can we get so many god-level materials..."

Jiang Ding's scalp went numb when he thought about the god-level materials needed to build 10,000 Dyson sword torture drones.

Immortal gate?

The level of education in Xianmen is too high and too involution.

It is already very rare to support a large number of high, middle and low-level monks with the resources of twelve small worlds.

The monks of the same level are all poor in the eyes of the monks of the Nine Immortal Sects. Most of them use the patchwork space carriers and space battleships that have been passed down from generation to generation.

The higher the level, the more it becomes impossible to build.

When he reaches the Nascent Soul stage, he can of course apply for god-level materials, and he will definitely be approved with a very high priority.

But the quantity will never be too much.

It's not that Xianmen is stingy, it really isn't.

"It's also a bit unbearable. The old man was so frugal that he was reluctant to build a personal war magic weapon. I am too extravagant..."

Jiang Ding shook his head and no longer thought about these distant things.

His spiritual consciousness swept through and found a fourth-level spiritual vein node among the collapsed delimiting formation pillars, and he entered the cultivation state with his legs crossed.

This is actually the fifth-level spiritual vein, in the center, which is enough for cultivating the god-transforming monks.

The concentration of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth there was too frightening. If he absorbed a little bit, the meridians would tend to crystallize, which scared him to give up immediately.

Being able to use the fourth-level spiritual veins in the foundation-building realm is already a luxury.

Fifteen or sixteen days later.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

God's consciousness swept over it, and the devastated land has now returned to smoothness. In the sky, 365 stars are shining brightly, flickering once or twice from time to time, providing a solid anchor for the outer military formation.

Use the Far Sight spell to see thousands of kilometers away.

The stars in the outer formation also shone brightly, clearly visible in the daytime, like lighthouses in the misty bay.

The Xianmen’s star delimitation formation!

"Your Excellency, Commander-in-Chief!"

An Siyan, Director of the General Staff Office, said loudly: "The anchor formation of the star demarcation formation and the teleportation formation in the southern theater of the Huangtong Xiaojie have been laid. There have been some interferences and damage by the Xuanwu Tiangong foundation-building monks, and they have been dealt with."

"The subsequent defensive and offensive formations will still take many years to complete."

"Well, very good."

Jiang Ding stood up, and the big blue and gold tree behind him rustled. The branches, leaves and trunk shrank, turning into a blue flying sword and flying into the center of his eyebrows. The big silver-white bird perched in the shade of the tree disappeared into the half-space layer.

"Tell me about the East China Sea Theater."

East China Sea War Zone, this area is covered by waves and deep sea, and the combat environment is complex. Xuanwu Tiangong has been operating here for decades and is deeply rooted. The difficulty of breaking it is not comparable to other areas.

However, once it is breached, Xuanwu Heavenly Palace's tentacles in this world will be completely cut off, the Tianwai military formation will lose all anchor points, and the Xianmen Sky Legion military formation will be strengthened.

Between one addition and one subtraction, the originally stalemate war situation will immediately undergo huge changes.

"The terrain of the East China Sea is special. The tank troops need to be replaced with amphibious tanks, underwater torpedoes need to be added, and the second-order spirit radar on the armored command vehicle needs to be modified to be more suitable for underwater operations. The soldiers need to be replaced with underwater camouflage..."

An Si spoke quickly and rattled off a lot of things that needed to be done.

Involving the four million troops that have been replenished, it is very cumbersome and complicated, requiring at least ten times the number of people to do the logistics.

This is also a situation where the Immortal Army is special and the logistics required are greatly reduced.

In a world without extraordinary beings, billions of people would not be able to handle the logistics of four million tank troops for decades if they were put together.

Of course, this is the work that the General Staff Office, Jin Lingfeng and other legion commanders and the logistics department within the Immortal Sect need to do.

Jiang Ding always only asks about the results.

"So, it will be at least several months or even years before we can launch an attack?"

He frowned.

"No, you can launch an attack now, immediately!"

But An Siyan said: "Jiang Ding, do you know who are the workers in various arsenals and transportation lines in Xianmen now?"

"who?"

"They are all Nascent Soul and Golden Core cultivators!"

An Siyan had a shocked expression on his face.

"The logistics officer who took over the handover told me that foundation-building monks are rarely seen in the arsenal now. They are pushed to the side and cannot be ranked at all."

"Many high-level monks went to the arsenal before the end of the war in the southern theater, working like ordinary workers for free.

When the Nascent Soul cultivator spreads his domain, one person's efficiency is the sum total of hundreds of thousands and millions of workers, assembling amphibious tanks, sewing underwater camouflage uniforms, and producing military rations..."

"We also use the space teleportation and teleportation abilities of many Nascent Soul monks to transport logistics supplies over short distances... the Golden Core monks can only act as helpers, not as the main force."

"These old-timers are very powerful. They can do everything and know everything. One person is the total productivity of countless workers, and the efficiency is terrifyingly high."