Gods: The Swarm

Countless shells, and the orange energy wrapped around the shells.

The large area of ​​​​splashing formed when they exploded.

Instantly, it brought greater casualties to the alienated flying dragon group.

Countless alienated flying dragons and flying hoppers that were affected fell down with sticky blood.

"As expected of an elite force, this weapon configuration is several levels higher than the city garrison we encountered before."

Han Fei shared the vision of the alienated flying dragon and admired it sincerely.

Compared with the alienated flying dragon, the range advantage of the divine mecha is really too great.

This powerful machine gun made his eyes glow green, like a hungry wolf in the night.

"Driven by divine power, it is similar to the characteristics of electromagnetic guns and plasma guns."

"This weapon design concept is something special, it is completely black technology, and it has already been initially miniaturized."

"Has the cutting-edge divine power technology of the one-eyed tribe developed to this extent?"

Thinking of the need to cultivate subordinate races in the future, these divine power technology creations of the one-eyed tribe are now in front of him.

A golden light flashed in Han Fei's eyes: "It seems that this can also be done."

In the center of the mechanized troops, as the command center of this legion, a streamlined large shuttle-shaped airship.

"Master, the vanguard has already engaged the enemy, and we should speed up again."

The commander in general uniform looked at the picture in the battlefield real-time information system and turned to the white-robed man sitting in the command seat and suggested.

"Haha, dear General Walder."

"Have our brave warriors already gained an absolute advantage?"

"Besides, the main force of the Outer Realm Evil God has not yet been dispatched."

"The battle has just begun, why are you so anxious?"

The white-robed man smiled warmly, but his tone contained a hint of doubt.

"This............."

Walder opened his mouth, but he was hesitant to speak.

He had no intention of persuading, and felt helpless and bitter in his heart, and felt extremely ironic.

As a high-ranking general of the Holy Guard, he knew the power struggle within the church very well.

Since the invasion of the evil god, the major factions of the church have been constantly hindering each other.

Your diocese wants to ask for help?

Let's talk about it later!

Both of your dioceses have fallen cities, who should be supported first?

Let's talk about it later!

You apply to transfer some of the holy troops directly under the church to form multiple mobile support forces?

Let's discuss again..., huh? You can let Bishop Fisius accompany the army to supervise the battle...

Well, I will support your proposal.

However..., if you receive help messages from various dioceses, then..., which ones need to be prioritized and which ones can be postponed, you need to carefully consider and consider!

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When Wald thought of these scenes and conversations, his fanatical faith in his youth was constantly collapsing.

"Alas..."

He sighed silently in his heart again.

Bishop Fisius in white on the command seat did not speak again, but just looked at the battlefield map in the center of the bridge lightly, with thoughts flowing in his sharp eyes.

The real secrets can only be known by the top leaders of the church and their direct descendants.

The rumor that the God of Creation preached by the church has long been dead is true.

The so-called foreign evil gods regard this world as a livestock pen for raising livestock.

Every few hundred years, some young foreign evil gods will come here to train and plunder.

The high-level leaders of the church have actually given up the delusion of resisting the evil gods.

Over countless years, generation after generation of church high-level leaders have already figured out the rules.

After the one-eyed tribe lost their own creator god, the church is still the shepherd of the "god".

The Holy Church shepherds the one-eyed tribe for the "god", strives to develop, creates wealth, and then will be harvested by the young evil gods.

As long as the order and stability of this world are guaranteed, they will never have to worry about being destroyed.

The high-level leaders who have lost their faith only pursue survival and power.

The invasion of evil gods every few hundred years is actually the time for the major factions of the Holy Church to redistribute their sphere of influence.

After waiting for this batch of evil gods to leave.

The church's top leaders can enjoy hundreds of years of peace and the worship of hundreds of millions of believers.

It is related to the interests of the next hundreds of years.

How can it be possible to fight desperately?

This time, Fixius followed the army to supervise the battle, and also wanted to win the battle and lay the foundation for further progress.

As long as he can get greater results, he doesn't care how many casualties he has to pay.

On the contrary, this mobile support force is not a direct descendant of his faction, and appropriately weakening the power of these fanatics is also one of his goals.

The lives of hundreds of thousands of mecha warriors are completely worth it if they can find out the true combat power of the enemy.

Since he took over Wald's command and led this mobile support force.

In just a few days, he fought thousands of miles and defeated several waves of evil gods' followers in succession, winning great victories one after another.

Although the casualties were small, the results were significant and had been highly praised by the church's top brass.

At this time, the light screen projected from the bridge dome showed the fierce battle ahead.

In the early stages of the battle, relying on the range advantage, the mecha troops severely damaged the Zerg while suffering almost no casualties.

However, the flying Zerg had a low speed and quickly closed the distance despite several rounds of artillery fire.

After breaking through the firepower net, the swarm took advantage of the flying height to dive obliquely, pulling the battlefield into a melee rhythm.

The collision of mecha and flesh.

There was almost no room to dodge, and there was no skill at all.

From a distance, the sky was full of fireballs mixed with a large number of alienated flying dragons and flying springtails, like a torrential rain, falling from the sky and sprinkled on the flat thin fan.

Countless raindrops instantly penetrated the fan, carrying blood mist and debris all over the sky, and fell on the ground.

Explosions and sharp roars echoed in the battlefield.

The fierce melee then kicked off.

"For the glory of the Holy Spirit!"

The mecha warrior shouted loudly in the communication band.

These divine mechas, a pair of mechanical arms on both sides of the chest, have already drawn out two alloy swords from their waists.

"Buzz............."

The divine pattern of the sword lit up under the infusion of divine power, vibrating violently, making a harsh sound.

"Kill............."

These warriors with fanatical faith had no fear in their eyes.

Dying for the holy war, they could return to the embrace of the God of Creation.

So, they were fearless, machine guns roared, swords swung.

The alienated flying dragons and flying hoppers howled wildly, tearing the enemies in front of them with their sharp teeth, and the fireballs bombarded the dodging and flexible divine mecha at close range.

In the bridge, General Wald looked at the tragic melee scene and couldn't help clenching his fists.

"Why......? Why!"

"This is completely unnecessary casualties!"

He was extremely indignant.