After Chen Shouyi left, He Qingming stood in the command center for a long time, staring at the patch of red on the military map with his brows knitted tight.
This was all densely populated territory.
Before the mutations, the population of this region alone had reached as high as five hundred million, nearly a third of Great Xia Nation's population.
So many people, so many believers.
Once the Barbarian God digested and absorbed them, turning them into power and building up its momentum, Great Xia Nation might not be far from... utter ruin.
In fact, it wasn't just this region. Taifo Nation, next door, had recently been occupied by a Barbarian God who was the God of Conspiracy. To the northwest were the God of Strength and the God of Light.
Great Xia Nation seemed to be maintaining stability, but in truth it was already beset by troubles at home and abroad, surrounded on all sides, and buffeted by storms.
But in terms of the threat it posed, the God of Bloodshed was undoubtedly the greatest.
This time, the war had mobilized five army groups and a million soldiers. The goal was to strike once, win a decisive victory, and make an example of the enemy.
This war was crucial to Great Xia Nation. If it succeeded, Great Xia Nation would have a chance to catch its breath.
The real fear was failure. By then, the wolves would be watching...
Just then, the chief of staff walked over and looked at the map. He asked softly, "Old He, do you think Chief Chen can kill this Barbarian God?"
He Qingming's expression froze for a moment. He looked away from the map. "What are you talking about? If he could kill the God of Bloodshed, what would we need an