The Pale God Norton went berserk in the Southern Continent, unleashing a raging inferno and forcibly conscripting large numbers of soldiers to the battlefield.
Under its Pressure, all soldiers were required to charge forward with absolute fearlessness in order to completely crush the Northern Continent army.
In order to cope with the battlefield radiation environment after a nuclear explosion, that Pale God cruelly proposed the concept of "nuclear cavalry," hoping that the army would rush into the nuclear explosion site to deploy defenses as soon as the enemy dropped nuclear bombs on the city, so as to carry out a war of attrition and pave the way for the tank troops in the rear.
In other words, Norton of Biyang was truly leading the people of the Holy Empire of the Southern Continent toward the epicenter of the nuclear explosion!
In fact, they really did charge.
Since the Northern Continent began using nuclear weapons, it has tasted the benefits of nuclear weapons.
Nowadays, for large, difficult cities, the common practice is to use air convoys to drop nuclear bombs from the sky, paralyzing the city center and rendering it 90% incapable of fighting, thus facilitating a rapid capture.
What used to be a fierce and brutal street battle has now turned into a devastating war.
What was once a frontline city that required repeated battles and where every inch of land was lost to countless lives can now be paralyzed simply by dropping a nuclear weapon of considerable yield, and the defensive lines deployed by the Holy Empire's army will completely collapse.
In this way, the Northern Continent troops can directly charge in, forcefully occupy cities, arrest Holy Empire citizens, and send them to the rear for production or to the front lines as cannon fodder.
This method is utterly inhumane, yet equally incredibly useful.
The Holy Empire employs Church control; a nuclear bomb would directly destroy the city's Church, completely paralyzing any subsequent resistance.
The Northern Continent could then take the opportunity to storm the city, set up defenses, and thus attack and defend against the aliens, using the city's terrain to continuously resist the Southern Continent army.
These methods were indeed effective, but the Southern Continent army was not to be underestimated.
After this happened two or three times, they learned about this tactic and would charge together after the nuclear explosion to compete with the Northern Continent for control of cities, turning the war into a terrifying urban warfare mode once again.
The Northern Continent is outnumbered and outgunned.
In a direct battle, individuals with superhuman abilities might find it difficult to fully utilize their terrifying physical attributes when facing overwhelming artillery fire.
However, in urban warfare, their extraordinary strength gave them a decisive advantage.
Therefore, in order to seize cities, subsequent nuclear explosions in the Northern Continent will be conducted in areas as close as possible to the Southern Continent's battlefront.
After the nuclear explosion, soldiers in protective suits and War Machine will be dispatched to rush into the nuclear blast zone. Once the Southern Continent have built a defensive line, they will break out from the inside to disrupt the front line and seize the position.
This is also the origin of the nuclear cavalry.
In order to occupy the nuclear-bombed zone more quickly and avoid being attacked from both inside and outside by the Northern Continent, the Southern Continent had to propose the concept of nuclear-bombed cavalry. This would allow them to rush into the nuclear-bombed zone much faster than tanks and infantry, and then compete with the Northern Continent to occupy the position.
The war has escalated to such an extent that humanity has been completely extinguished.
The result is already obvious.
Regardless of which faction emerges victorious, both the Northern Continent and Southern Continent will face a fate of widespread suffering.
In the seventy-seventh year of Norton's reign, the Southern Continent suffered a complete defeat, with one-third of its territory ostensibly lost, but in reality, two-thirds.
Two years of nuclear and biological warfare, coupled with four or five years of total war, severely damaged the entire Southern Continent, reducing its population by one-fifth, reaching a terrifying 310 million people according to incomplete statistics.
The majority of these were civilians who died in the war, with the unrestricted nuclear and bacteriological warfare of the past two years being the main culprits behind the massive population deaths.
Such horrific casualties, even though the Southern Continent was suppressed by the Pale God Pressure of God, had already thrown the people into complete panic.
The once firm will to resist has now begun to reverse into rebellion, and in many places, people have even begun to plot rebellion, obeying orders but not orders.
Meanwhile, the Northern Continent also entered its final, frenzied phase.
"Aaaaaah!!!"
"Kill me, kill me!"
"I feel so bad, Mom."
In the field hospital on the Northern Continent, cries of agony echoed continuously.
Due to logistical constraints, these wounded soldiers were treated without the aid of anesthesia, leaving them to endure endless pain as they watched medics saw off their hands and feet.
But in reality, those who had their hands and feet amputated were actually in a relatively good state. The truly tragic fate belonged to the nuclear soldiers who rushed into the nuclear blast zone.
The makeshift protective suits they wore offered virtually no protection, leaving most of the soldiers exposed to extremely severe radiation.
Even if they were lucky enough to survive the war, their bodies would gradually begin to rot and decay, witnessing their own bodies slowly dying.
This dual torment of mind and body created an exceptionally horrific scene in the field hospital.
And most of these wails came from these people.
The entire field hospital was filled with wails, the stench of decay and blood. In the past, no high-ranking personnel would have ever come to such a place, as it was disgusting and tedious.
But today, a large group of people of high status have arrived.
"Whoosh..." The sound of rapid, hurried footsteps echoed through the hospital filled with wounded soldiers.
A large group of believers dressed in Holy Lord Church with eye-shaped badges pinned to their chests walked briskly from outside the door, carrying large and small bags, and headed into the hospital.
The soldier stationed at the hospital entrance hurriedly raised his gun, about to issue a warning, when he was slapped hard across the face.
"Idiot, this is an officer from the Eternal Life Society!" The captain behind the soldier stood ramrod straight, saluting, and didn't forget to angrily berate the soldier beside him.
The moment the words "Eternal Life Society" were mentioned, the soldiers, who had just been angry and aggrieved, instantly became energetic, stood ramrod straight, and even their bodies trembled slightly.
The Eternal Life Society, which was virtually unknown during the reign of the late Emperor Miles XIV and whose name was concealed underwater, has descended upon the throne as a terrifying force since the ascension of Emperor Jacob the Great.
The development and release of nuclear bombs, the research and collection of souls, the forging of War Machine, and so on—the current state of conflict between the Northern Continent is all thanks to the Eternal Life Society.
The squad of soldiers at the gate did not hinder the Eternal Life Society members in the slightest.
They hurried through the hospital's lobby, filled with wails and the stench of decay, and headed to the director's office on the second floor.
"Clatter!"
A document was slammed onto the table by a member of the Eternal Life Society dressed in the robes of the Holy Lord Church, followed by a cold voice coming from beneath a hood that completely concealed his face.
"By order of High Priest Mark, the field hospital will be fully taken over by the Eternal Life Society. Dean Truman, this is your transfer appointment letter. Please leave the hospital within three hours."
"Ah? Yes!"
Just as Dean Truman stood up from the large bed behind his desk, before he could even put on his clothes or loosen his grip on the nurse's wrist, the fear on his face had not yet faded, but the sudden surge of timidity in his heart completely subsided.
So that's how it is! He thought these people were here to investigate his corruption!
Dean Truman let out a long breath, then huffed and puffed as he began to put on his clothes.
The dozen or so members of the Eternal Life Society present watched indifferently as the fat, pig-like director huffed and puffed as he struggled to put on his clothes, before running out the door with the female nurse.
"Click!" The sound of a pistol being chambered rang out.
Just as Dean Truman ran out of the room, a gunshot rang out unexpectedly behind him.
"Bang, bang!" Dean Truman and the nurse's heads exploded, and they collapsed in front of the office door.
"Idiot!"
The leader of the Eternal Life Society snorted coldly, put away his gun, and without even glancing at the two corpses on the ground, looked at the group behind him.
"Priest Mark has given the order that, based on the current state of the sun's decline, our god will be fully revived within six months at the latest!"
Therefore, six months from now, we will hold a grand blood sacrifice to welcome the only god of Garden of Eden: the Primordial God of Death!
Only a god who controls death can grant us true immortality!
"Immortal!"
"Immortal!"
"Immortal!"
A fanatical look appeared on the faces of the members of the Eternal Life Society. They chanted the words of immortality and trembled with ecstasy.
"Alright, go and prepare."
The entire Garden of Eden will witness a glimpse of the terrifying power of the gods, even a small fraction of it!