Gods: The Swarm

After these puppets were created, they immediately moved to the front of the Knights' Corps and slowly formed a line of puppet defense.

500,000 magician followers took more than half an hour right under Han Fei's eyes.

They created a 5 million earthen puppet army.

On average, each magician created 10 puppet combat units.

For a moment, Han Fei was stunned and drooling, and couldn't help but sigh:

"No wonder this female classmate is so confident. It turns out that she has such a trump card. This is a [real] krypton crystal warrior!"

After expressing his feelings, Han Fei turned his head and looked at the end of the horizon.

There has begun to appear, a surging purple flood.

And it is gradually spreading and spreading to this side.

"Finally arrived? It seems that as the battlefield gradually expands, the efficiency of the Zerg movement needs to be improved." Thinking of this.

Han Fei silently kept this newly discovered problem in mind.

He planned to record it in his notebook later to avoid forgetting it.

The reason why this Zerg army of more than 300 million came so slowly.

It was entirely because of the mobility of the Hydralisk, which slowed down the advancement of the entire army.

Otherwise, with the mobility of the Zerglings, they should have arrived long ago.

Shaking his head, Han Fei did not give real-time command to this Zerg army.

He just possessed the flying Zerglings and waited for the battle to start.

This was the first large-scale mixed army battle since the Zerg entered the supernatural.

Han Fei had designed a set of offensive tactics for this mixed army of Zerglings and Hydralisks.

Therefore, Han Fei is not involved in the command now, just to test the actual combat effect of this set of tactics.

As the insect tide gradually approached, the first thing that appeared in the vision of this magic army was the flying springtail that covered the sky and the sun.

They were densely packed in the sky, forming a dark cloud with their numbers, pressing from the distant sky.

The buzzing sound of the wings flapping caused the air to vibrate, as if the world was trembling.

Then on the horizon, springtails and hydralisks all over the mountains appeared in the vision of this magic army.

Like a rolling purple-red wave, it submerged the yellow earth everywhere it passed, surging.

As the insect swarm approached quickly, the number had expanded to 13 million magic army, but it seemed so small.

The sheer number of people brought a terrifying sense of oppression, which destroyed the hearts of this magic army in real time.

Except for the earth puppets that stood at the forefront, they had no emotions.

The magicians and knights in the back had already been soaked in cold sweat.

The calm expression on their faces was replaced by fear, and the atmosphere of despair gradually spread throughout the army.

As the wave gradually increased, facing the terrifying number that would make people with intensive phobia shudder and have a mental breakdown at a glance.

A young knight at the back of the formation could no longer bear this terrifying pressure.

As if he had collapsed, tears streamed down his eyes, and he screamed: "We can't win this, let's run away, I just became a knight, I don't want to die!"

As he said that, he threw away the lance in his hand, turned his horse's head, and ran wildly towards the open space between the magician array behind.

This was like a guide, instantly causing a great disturbance in the knight array.

Some people took the lead in running away, and some knights who had the same idea as him saw this scene.

Some people ignored the obstruction of their companions and followed him to make the same action, dropped their lances and turned to run away.

Unfortunately, just as they had just left the array, dozens of light blue energy moon blades.

Just like swimming fish, they flexibly crossed the open space between the magician and knight arrays.

Kill those deserters who left the knight formation on the spot.

"Those who retreat before the battle will be killed without mercy!"

The cold voice spread throughout the legion under the blessing of the amplification magic.

In the magician's position, the leader of this legion, a magician wearing a white robe and holding a gorgeous staff, gently lifted off the ground and floated in the air.

Strong magic fluctuations emanated from his body.

Dozens of pale blue energy moon blades that killed deserters did not dissipate, but returned to his side and slowly rotated.

"It is our destiny to give everything to God. Those who retreat and betray their faith before the battle will be punished, whether it is their family or their soul."

Han Fei, who was observing the battlefield in the sky, felt his anus tighten when the leader appeared.

"No way!"

Han Fei instantly focused his eyes on the past and observed carefully.

Sensing the energy intensity of this leader, although it is stronger than ordinary elite-level followers, it is still far from the real hero level.

Han Fei then relaxed again and stopped preparing to trigger the faith line and mobilize 100,000 Thunder Dragons to come to reinforce.

"Fuck, this is so shocking. He doesn't have the strength of a hero. What are you trying to do? Who are you trying to scare? I said I can't be so unlucky."

"How can I just start the game and casually meet a student with a hero-level follower."

"This level of follower, how can it be opened up in the divine domain? Students can be trained in less than a year. Stay calm."

Han Fei calmed down his heart, which was still beating because of the shock, and he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned his eyes back to the front line of the battlefield and watched the rolling insect tide.

As he gradually approached this magic army, Han Fei was also full of expectations.

At this moment, above the legion, the demigod projection of Guo Meng condensed again.

She was still in the same goddess shape, but her face was no longer cold and arrogant, and she looked extremely pale.

"Classmate, I accept your proposal to give up this game on my own. Stop it." The words were spoken very quickly, accompanied by a loud voice, and immediately transmitted to the other side.

Hearing Guo Meng's words, Han Fei controlled the flying worm and stopped in front of her projection with a dive.

This time, even the demigod projection was not materialized, but the thoughts were directly transmitted to the other party.

"I spent so much energy to mobilize the followers. How can you stop it just by saying so? What do you think of war?"

Han Fei's voice was as cold as ice, which made Guo Meng's mood fall into the abyss instantly.

In order to cultivate this army below, she has spent almost all her energy and time since the opening of the God's Domain to reach this level now.

If all the losses are here, it will not be an exaggeration to describe the damage to Guo Meng as painful to the bone.

The results of decades of hard work have been lost without bringing any value.

For any new demigod, it will be a huge blow to the soul.

Suddenly, Han Fei's thoughts came again, continuing the previous words.

"Unless... you have to pay more..."