"Why?"
"Just lend me one Rank A defensive structure! As long as I can hold off this War Structure, I won't lose!"
"Once the Divine Kingdom Core is seized, your Divine Kingdom coordinates will be at risk of exposure too, my lord!"
"I'm willing to return all the payment for this Divine Kingdom war!"
"I'm willing to sign a true divine vassal contract!"
"I'm willing to become your servant!"
"I..."
"I just want to live!"
His voice had grown unbearably hoarse.
Watching the Cannibal Race army break through the last defensive line and slaughter his believers in a frenzy, he could only offer one final prayer.
He hoped his voice would reach Yang Fan's ears.
Of course, Yang Fan could hear him.
Not only could he hear him.
He could also see his every move.
But at that moment, Yang Fan sat high upon his Divine Throne, his expression as calm as ever, without the slightest ripple.
He merely watched it all in silence, even finding it somewhat dull.
For these proxy demigods on the Frontline, the very purpose of their existence was to shoulder the risks of war on behalf of the gods.
In the eyes of the vast majority of gods, they had never been comrades-in-arms, but tools.
Tools that helped the gods spread their risks and reap profits.
They were also an asset held jointly by the entire divine class of the Human Race.
Were it not for the interests of other gods and the Federation's existing rules, Yang Fan would even have wanted to bring all these proxy demigods under his command.
Given that, how could he possibly break the rules he had set himself for the sake of just one of them?
Time flowed far faster within the Divine Kingdom than in reality.
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