Global Deities: My SSS-Rank Talent Lets Me Evolve Everything

Chapter 292: He Is a Good Person

Ever since joining the war, these zombie armies had been wandering at the edge of the battlefield.

Responsible for spreading poison and polluting the Divine Kingdom’s environment.

They had never directly engaged with any high-tier alien believers.

Now that they finally had the opportunity to step onto the true main battlefield, they naturally could not suppress their Battle Intent and curiosity.

Meanwhile, the advance of the main battlefield had reached the Divine Kingdom Core.

The once-prosperous Divine Kingdom of the Vajra King Monkey had long since withered away.

A large number of adult warriors were slaughtered at The Frontline, and even young monkeys that had not yet grown up were forcibly conscripted into the battlefield.

Now, inside the entire Divine Kingdom, fewer than one hundred million survivors remained.

What remained were merely the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled, barely clinging to life.

Above the sky of the Divine Kingdom, an illusory figure slowly condensed.

Qitian stood between heaven and earth; his originally golden monkey fur had completely turned white, and his entire person seemed to have aged tens of thousands of years in an instant.

With believers dying on a large scale and the Foundation of the Divine Kingdom being destroyed, he, as a deity, naturally suffered severe backlash.

“Human Race…”

His voice was hoarse, carrying an undisguised exhaustion and dead intent.

“I have lost.”

“Before I completely perish, can you show yourself and meet me?”

The moment the voice fell, space twisted slightly.

Yang Fan’s consciousness followed the Divine Kingdom passage and directly descended above the Divine Kingdom Core.

Qitian looked up, his gaze falling on Yang Fan, and his expression was extremely complex.

“Who on earth are you?” he asked in a low voice.

“My name is Yang Fan, a junior student at the Primordial Academy of the Human Race.” Yang Fan spoke calmly, without any concealment.

Qitian had already been suppressed and sealed by the Primordial Academy at this moment, and his consciousness was isolated from the outside world.

Naturally, Yang Fan did not worry about exposing himself.

“A student?” Qitian’s pupils suddenly constricted. “Impossible! You are lying to me!”

“Why would I lie to you?” Yang Fan looked at him. “You are going to die soon.”

Qitian froze for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, as if he had suddenly lost all his energy, he murmured in a low voice:

“That’s right…”

“You indeed have no need to lie to me.”

“I… am already going to die.”

He suddenly laughed out loud, but there was not a trace of joy in his laughter.

“A student… actually possesses so many s-class war structures…”

“Could it be that I have been locked up for too long, and now your Human Race has annexed all the clans?”

“That’s not right… Impossible…”

He shook his head violently, his eyes gradually becoming chaotic.

“I have only been suppressed for thousands of years, and The Frontline has at most been a few local Divine Kingdom Wars… How could it become like this…”

Qitian grabbed his already whitening fur, his expression on the verge of collapse.

Confusion, absurdity, and despair continuously intertwined in the depths of his eyes.

Yang Fan, however, did not explain.

His gaze crossed over Qitian, landing on the surviving Vajra King Monkeys, and he slowly spoke:

“Before your Divine Kingdom Core is completely seized, do you want to fight another battle?”

Hearing this, Qitian was stunned, then shook his head with a bitter smile.

“Fight another battle? Is there any meaning?”

“Right now, I only have a group of remnants and defeated soldiers left.”

“Any random S-Class War Structure of yours is enough to crush them.”

His eyes had long lost their light, as if he had completely accepted the outcome.

“I won’t use any S-Rank Buildings, only a Formation.” Yang Fan said calmly.

Qitian paused slightly and looked up at him:

“Why do this?”

“Your strength is too weak.” Yang Fan’s tone remained calm. “I still have a Formation that I haven’t used, and I want to see if I can defeat the strong with the weak.”

Qitian was silent for a long time.

Suddenly, he waved his hand, his tone surprisingly relaxed:

“Whatever, but before I die, can you let the Human Race Divine Shop help me buy some things?”

He looked up at Yang Fan, his eyes actually holding a hint of relief.

“Spirit Peaches, Monkey Wine… a greater variety.”

“I’ve been locked up for too long.”

“Before I die, I want to change my taste.”

Yang Fan nodded in consent, then issued instructions through his authority, ordering Yang Da to make purchases.

The next instant, high up in the ten-thousand-meter sky, a long table unfolded out of thin air.

The two consciousness Incarnations of Yang Fan and Qitian sat opposite each other.

The table was covered with spirit peaches and Monkey Wine, with Spiritual Qi lingering, resembling a celestial banquet.

Qitian had no deity image whatsoever, directly grabbing a spirit peach and biting into it. High-tier spirit peaches were swallowed by him one by one in a single bite.

A large pot of Monkey Wine was poured into his mouth, and he let out a long breath, a long-lost slight intoxication appearing on his face.

As if he had briefly escaped the reality of being “on the verge of death.”

Meanwhile, the battlefield below had also unfolded simultaneously.

Yang Da clearly understood Yang Fan’s intention, deliberately suppressing the scale of combat power and adjusting the number of believers on both sides to the same tier.

The Four Symbols Heaven Derivation Array slowly unfolded, its Formation patterns spreading like the meridians of heaven and earth.

Qitian drank his wine while overlooking the battlefield below.

Soon, he captured the Core Formation Realm believer at the center of the Formation.

“Core Formation Realm…”

“B-Rank Formation…”

He made a casual comment, his tone extremely flat.

At this moment, he didn’t even have a shred of surprise.

After all, everything he had seen recently had long completely shattered his cognition.

Compared to those overwhelming s-class war structures, a Core Formation Cultivator could no longer even be considered an “anomaly.”

He just continued to drink, his expression numb and relieved.

Even the interest in making comments had vanished.

For him, this battle felt more like a final “condemned meal.”

Perhaps death was liberation.

The Four Symbols Heaven Derivation Array below completely unfolded.

The Formation patterns spread like a heavenly canopy, with the four symbols illusory shadows crouching on all four sides: the Azure Dragon soared into the air, the White Tiger split the earth, the Vermilion Bird burned the heavens, and the Black Tortoise suppressed the seas.

Even though the overall combat power of Yang Fan’s subordinates’ believers was slightly weak, under the command and blessing of the B-Rank Formation, their power was forcibly twisted into a single rope.

Offense and defense integrated, circulating endlessly.

Every rotation of the Formation array was like the operation of a precise annihilation machine.

As soon as the Vajra King Monkeys rushed into the Formation, they were divided, restrained, and shredded by the power of the Four Symbols.

Blood and severed limbs exploded within the Formation light, leaving almost no room for resistance.

Across the earth, corpses piled up in patches.

The battlefield quickly transformed from a stalemate into a one-sided crushing defeat.

Above the sky, Qitian’s figure also became increasingly illusory at this moment.

His divinity was being extracted bit by bit, and his consciousness began to become transparent.

If all believers within the Divine Kingdom were completely annihilated, even if the Divine Kingdom Core had not yet been seized, he would completely dissipate along with it.

Yang Fan’s gaze swept across the battlefield, his tone faint:

“A B-Rank Formation is indeed much stronger than a C-Rank one.”

“Once the number of believers is sufficient, the power will be infinitely amplified.”

He paused and casually added:

“However, that’s about it.”

It wasn’t that the Formation wasn’t strong, but in front of his dozens of s-class war structures, this level of power already appeared too “orderly” and lacked true suppressive force.

At this moment, Qitian had tasted all the Spirit Fruit and Monkey Wine on the table.

He leaned lazily against the back of the chair, his expression even carrying a long-lost satisfaction.

As if the tension before death right now was instead a belated rest.

He looked up at Yang Fan and said softly: “Human Race Yang Fan… Thank you for treating me to this meal.”

“You… are considered a good person.”