The World Conquest: Giving Birth To Become A God

Chapter 321 Last Stand (3)

Amalgamation of Will is not unlimited.

Although it could be replenished, it's not so fast.

The Emperor of the Westle Empire was basically using the Amalgamation of Will he had accumulated over the past hundred years to resurrect billions of puppets simultaneously.

Of course, Khan also knew this.

Thus, after watching the battle, he frowned.

"These puppets are really useless; they couldn't even dodge a bullet."

The puppets had already gone berserk; all the pilots controlling them were gone.

What they could only do now was to fight forward against the enemy until they were destroyed.

Under the precise coordination of the Moonlight Empire soldiers, such struggle made them die faster.

Not wanting to waste his Amalgamation of Will.

Khan quickly looked for a way he could directly control the puppets.

After examining the internal structure of the puppets, Khan frowned.

"Damn Puppet God!" He cursed.

"Is that Puppet God a lunatic or something?"

Looking at the dense runes of encryption.

If one didn't know anything, one would think these puppets were a peerless treasure.

Putting such encryption is not only resource-extensive, it's also time-consuming.

Just a few trash puppets had these dense inscriptions.

He could only imagine how cheap and stingy the God of Puppets was.

If someone got these trash puppets, they could only destroy them and put them where they belong.

"What a dog!" Khan clicked his tongue

With his limited rune and encryption knowledge, looking at it was like deciphering unknowable scratches.

Giving up, Khan could only use brute force to control the puppets.

Gathering the Amalgamation of Will, he slowly cracked the encryption, destroying it bit by bit.

Soon after a few minutes, wasting a vast amount of Amalgamation of Will.

The central command of the puppet was under his control.

"Damn! What a waste of Amalgamation of Will!"

Although he successfully cracked the encryption.

The cost made his heart twitch in distress.

"Hmph! I can only vent my anger on you..."

...

Meanwhile, on the battlefield, the stalemate continued.

"This is too easy!"

With each fire of the cannon, hundreds of millions of puppets are destroyed.

Although the puppets would immediately be resurrected, wasting their effort.

They were already informed that the enemy was also consuming a lot of energy.

Thus, although it looked like a stalemate, as the battle continued, their chances of winning grew geometrically.

"Don't be too complacent; the enemy wouldn't be that simple."

"Captain, you worry too much!"

"What haven't we seen?"

"These puppets are mere cannon fodder, like insects to a fire."

"No matter their number, they'll die out sooner or later."

"I hope so..."

Unfortunately, like a curse, the puppets suddenly stopped advancing and quickly backed out.

The sudden situation made them momentarily pause.

They had been informed that the puppets had already lost control and were merely running on automated programs.

However, looking at it now, something seems to have changed.

"This is?"

"What happened?"

"Don't worry, just fire!"

Knowing that they couldn't think much, they just fired.

However, another miraculous scene appeared.

The puppets that the Arcane Cannon locked dodged.

Each puppet seemed to have a mind of its own and dodged like an independent unit.

In the past, each believer controlled thousands to millions of puppets.

The puppet could only follow simple and rough commands.

Yet, looking at the extreme movement, dodging a bullet at the speed of light, they couldn't help but be shocked.

"Is this still a puppet?"

"Did they gain a mind of their own?"

Soon, with each fire, they grew in despair.

Although the puppet couldn't dodge all their fire bombardment.

All extreme operation minimized their casualties to less than a million.

From hundreds of millions to less than a million.

The disparity made their hearts thump, feeling fear of the enemy.

...

In the Command Center:

"It can't be..." Johnson, seeing this, couldn't believe his eyes.

"Hmm, it's about time," Isabela muttered as if she expected this.

"Did the Emperor of the Westle Empire just control each puppet individually?" Smith asked jokingly.

"That's right, this is quite normal."

"Normal?"

The people in the room couldn't help but mutter speechlessly.

To dodge over a hundred billion bullets simultaneously.

One must have perfect control of each puppet, exerting their full power.

Hearing the confirmation of their Field Commander, it seemed that the Emperor of the Westle Empire really controlled each individual puppet.

A person having the capability to control billions of puppets perfectly?

How insane is that?

Although they already expected that defeating the Westle Empire wouldn't be easy.

Seeing one individual defeat them to this degree is despairing.

"Don't be too shocked; controlling the Amalgamation of Will, the will of trillions of people is not easy."

"Being able to control billions of puppets individually is normal."

Isabella had heard from her husband that controlling the Amalgamation of Will is like splitting your head into millions and millions of pieces.

The more you split it, the more energy and proficiency you have in the Amalgamation of Will.

Thus, seeing the Emperor of the Westle Empire control individual puppets easily, she felt it was normal.

"Then what do we do now?"

As they talked, the puppet army was getting closer and closer.

After dodging almost all their bombardment, coupled with immortality, they were basically an invincible army.

"This is indeed a problem."

"In this way, we could only disregard the previous plan..." Isabella sighed.

Isabelle thought that with over a hundred million arcane cannons, they would have the edge over the Westle Empire.

Who knew just one change would bring them back to square one?

Now, they could only stall for time again and wait for Maximus.

"Dispatch all the Legions; we'll hold off the enemy as long as possible..."

The Moonlight Empire had seven divisions in the army.

Three support units and five fighting units.

The three supporting divisions were:

Headed by Hazel, Erica, and Zoe were the Supply and Food division.

Headed by Angeline and Irene were the Weapon and Potion division.

Headed by Emma and Serene was the Life Division.

As for the Fighting division:

Headed by Isabella was the Imperial Legion, numbering ten thousand tier 8 elites.

Headed by Rose was the Berserk Legion, numbering a thousand berserkers.

Headed by Johnson was the Navy, numbering a hundred billion soldiers with at least tier 6 strength.

Headed by Smith was the Infantry, numbering over four trillion soldiers with at least tier 3 strength.

Then there were the Secret Divisions.

Headed by Livia was the Symphony of Death, numbering a hundred thousand tier 7 conductors.

Headed by Luna was the Rhythm of Death, numbering a million tier 7 battle dancers.

Headed by Jane was the Guardian Legion, numbering 1 million tier 7 Imperial Guards.

Although it looked like the Secret Divisions was outnumbered and surpassed in the quality of soldiers.

Combined, they could all defeat the fighting division of the Moonlight Empire.

Livia and her Symphony of Death are a group of tier 7 battle conductors.

A profession known for its war capabilities of supporting, enhancing, or even mass killing.

Especially Livia's physique, the Nether Sound.

A heavenly physique that can play the orchestra of death.

All those who hear the sound would wail and embrace death themselves.

The louder, the more beautiful, the more complete a symphony is, the more powerful the effect of the physique.

Like a curse, they would die no matter the defense as long as they heard it.

As for Luna and her legion, they were like the blood of the Symphony of Death.

If a conductor without a battle dance combat power is one, a conductor with a battle dancer combat power is a thousand.

As for the Guard Legion, they were individuals chosen from all of the Moonlight Empire.

Their talent, skill, combat power, and resources are the best in the Empire.

The only reason why they were only tier 7 is that they were laying a solid foundation.

Cultivating an element condensed with all the others, no matter how many resources they take, it will take time to advance to tier 8.

These three secret divisions are considered the Moonlight Empire's strongest force, besides those hidden tier 9 weapons.

The tier 9 weapons are the real trump card of the Moonlight Empire.

Without encountering a life-and-death situation, they could never be fired.

This is a weapon of mass destruction, a game-breaker to the game.

For the unknown powerhouse setting the competition, it would be akin to cheating once they used the tier 9 weapons.

Although the unspoken rule only said that they were not allowed to get external help from other continents.

It's clear that a weapon bought from another dimension does not comply with the rule.

Not wanting to provoke this unknown power, they tried to avoid using Tier 9 weapons as much as possible.

They would rather lose some people than provoke this game maker.

Because according to Maximus, the one setting the rule is a powerhouse from ancient times.

Without him present, they couldn't make enemies that they couldn't defeat everywhere.

Of course, once in danger, they couldn't care less.

All hell breaks loose for all they care.