Gods: The Swarm

He saw himself, an outstanding wage earner, staring at his big bloodshot eyes, standing in front of piles of various trophies, urging a large number of labor and technicians to work hard.

"These are all trophies of the Lord's family, but if they are still valuable, they must be counted and cataloged and sorted!"

"When disassembling, be careful and be agile!"

"Wait a minute, don't mess with the transmission circuit engraved with divine patterns, let the professionals do it..."

At the lively scene, there were also many military industry bosses who had just joined the army, who also went to the battle in person and led their assistants to disassemble special equipment.

Now that they have surrendered to the Overlord of the Swarm, they also want to use practical actions to show their loyalty to the envoys and even the great Overlord.

Another reason is that they themselves are really interested in these equipment wrecks.

They were originally engaged in the military industry. Facing more advanced technological products, these single-eyed people never lacked curiosity.

The Holy Cult is directly under the elite troops, and its weapons and equipment almost integrate the most cutting-edge military technology of the One-Eyed Clan.

It is not an ordinary garrison unit, which can be compared with those standard equipment.

놇Under normal circumstances, they can't even touch it, let alone take it apart.

At this time, this group of one-eyed military engineers were dismantling and discussing with passion, and they did not forget to order their assistants to scan and make drawings.

"Well, that's good. The new employees are very conscious."

Han Fei shared Osam's vision and felt very comforted when he saw the enthusiastic work attitude of these military industry bosses.

After Osam sorted out the affairs regarding the spoils, he rushed to the prisoner camp on the edge of the city without stopping.

Because a message had been sent to him over there, saying that there were two big creatures among the one-eyed prisoners brought back by the swarm of insects.

At the same time, he also received a new mission from the Lord to obtain the specific situation of the Holy City's combat effectiveness.

Osam did not dare to neglect the master's orders after arriving at the prisoner camp.

He saw Varrick already waiting for him.

Osam strode directly into the interrogation room, got straight to the point without any nonsense, and ordered to Varrick:

"Bring 그!"

After waiting for less than a minute, Bishop Fisius was taken to the interrogation room first.

He was carried by the alienated flying dragon and flew for more than two hundred kilometers. His face turned pale at this time, and he was dragged back.

Osamu didn't even have time to threaten or induce him.

He had already knelt down, cried and begged for mercy, and shouted loudly that he was willing to dedicate his loyalty to the great existence of the outside world.

This scene directly confused Han Fei, who was secretly observing the situation here.

"The charm of 놖 is so great that it has reached the level of being domineering and showing off, and the younger brother will bow to you at the drop of a hat?"

Han Fei passed through Osam in an instant, released his spiritual thoughts, and swept over Physius, who was kneeling on his knees.

"Is this..., a pan-believer?"

As a high-ranking bishop in this world and the representative of the will of the Creator God, he was actually a pan-believer. Han Fei's brain was a little confused for a while.

After thinking for a moment, he cleared his thoughts.

"Haha, it seems that after the death of the gods in this world, they went through several major purges."

"The evil nature of these single-eyed high-level officials has completely deviated the world from its original trajectory."

Looking at Feixius who was still kneeling and crying, Han Fei passed the thread of faith and signaled Osam to start asking some questions that he was more concerned about.

With such a high-ranking member of the church, the subsequent interrogation process will naturally go smoothly.

In just two hours, this 'god' shepherd explained everything Han Fei wanted to know.

In order to save his life, Fishius also used his excellent speaking skills to deliver some dark information about the top leaders of the church. Warrick's hair stood on end as he listened.

After having a concrete understanding of the real situation in this world, Han Fei, combined with the specific situation in the current arena, felt confident.

"The combat power of the Holy City has indeed exceeded the standard. No wonder the referee said that if you can kill the lord-level units in this world, you can directly win the championship."

"A lord-level war unit, a heavily armed V3 with more than a hundred hero-level combat capabilities."

"There are also nearly a billion elite-level legions, all composed of the most top-notch divine mechas and aerial gunships..."

"With this fighting power, even if all the contestants in this competition were tied together, it would probably be useless to attack."

Han Fei was also completely extinguished, and was ready to test the Holy City's thoughts.

"No need to think about the Holy Machinery Institute or anything like that."

"We can't win at all, so let's just calm down and work on the relocation plan."

"Based on the information currently obtained, these single-eyed high-level officials who are greedy for life and fear of death will probably not let the elite forces protecting their own safety leave the Holy City."

"Well..., with Da's strength, as long as he doesn't seek death, it should be quite safe."

It turns out that Han Fei was worried that he was too arrogant. What if a lord-level war unit in this arena jumped up and gave him a hard blow.

After receiving Physius's information, he was now completely relieved.

Looking at Feixius, who was still kneeling and talking non-stop, and had already begun to shake off the number of illegitimate children of several top bishops, Han Fei's eyes flashed with light.

"This is a 그꺳!"

As the thread of faith was pulled by Han Fei, Osam received the latest order from the master.

He looked at Physius with indifferent eyes, and interrupted his ramblings with a wave of his hand.

"My Lord is merciful. Now I can give you a chance to live. It depends on you whether you can seize it."

Before the thirsty Fixius expressed his gratitude, Osem had already turned his head to look at Varrick on the side.

"Varrick, let him do the work of persuading the captives to surrender and appeasing the residents in the city. You will supervise him. If he doesn't do a good job, kill him."

After saying that, Osem stood up directly, with contempt in his eyes, glanced at Fixius who was still kneeling, and without any stop, he strode out of the interrogation room and began to rush to the next trip.

In the following time, this large industrial city once again entered the rhythm of the city's large-scale relocation.

After more than ten days, perhaps because a powerful mobile support corps was wiped out.

This area where the main force of the Han Fei insect swarm is entrenched seems calm, which is in sharp contrast to the wars that continue to break out in other arenas.

Outside the stadium, the spectators were floating in the void.

Looking at the real-time scoreboard composed of divine power outside the stadium, the rankings and points of a large number of contestants were constantly changing every moment.

Only the top position was firmly occupied by Han Fei with more than 22 million points.

The second place with less than 4 million points was so eye-catching.