"Why do I get the feeling..."
Yang Shi frowned deeply as he looked at the corpses ahead, which stretched almost as far as the eye could see.
"This Foreign-Race God seems to be deliberately buying time!"
"Members of the Wraith Race only need to split off a portion of their spirit bodies to control corpses."
"A single High-Rank Believer can even control huge numbers of vessels, forming an entire army all on his own."
"But these foreign-race corpses are worth quite a lot themselves."
"Yet our opponent seems completely unconcerned with losses, sending so many corpses to the outskirts of the Divine Kingdom in an endless stream."
"It's far too strange."
The number of foreign-race corpses they had transported back to the Divine Kingdom during this period was already approaching the total they had previously purchased from all the shops at the Frontline.
The Life Essence Conversion Pools had long been operating at full capacity.
Even so, they could not possibly process them all.
The problem had already shifted from "how to process them" to "where to store them."
Their opponent was turning vast numbers of corpses into expendable supplies regardless of the cost, solely to stop them from advancing.
It was hard not to find that suspicious.
"What do you have in mind, Deputy Marshal?"
Yang Si turned to him and asked earnestly.
Although the two had always disagreed on how to command their troops, they were fighting toward the same goal.
They had also joined forces to invade quite a few Foreign-Race Divine Kingdoms before.
So Yang Si still acknowledged Yang Shi's abilities.
Yang Shi did not keep him guessing. He simply raised his hand and pointed ahead.
"Simple. Have the Intelligent Gundams burn all these corpses!"
"Speed is the soul of war. What matters most right now