Gods: The Swarm

When Han Fei devoted himself to the analysis of the genes of the void behemoth.

All the affairs in the divine domain were thrown to Fixius to take care of.

As the only foreign holy spirit, and with the title of the brain worm saint master.

Whether in the swarm or in the single-eyed tribe, Fixius has an extremely transcendent status.

Compared with Dimi, who is obsessed with scientific research, Fixius is undoubtedly a more competent steward of the divine domain.

However, for Fixius, who has become a holy spirit and has the same life as God.

The long years are enough for Fixius to see through the true meaning of life and gradually reach another realm of human beings.

Now for Fixius, secular power is nothing but clouds, and only a leisurely and luxurious beautiful life is Fixius's unremitting eternal pursuit.

Therefore, Fixius is no longer enthusiastic about managing affairs.

Fortunately, apart from the cunning brain worms, the rest of the Zerg population basically does not need to be worried about.

The most important job of Feixius is to manage the single-eyed people, the only affiliated family under Han Fei.

Not only must they maintain their internal stability and pious faith, but they must also follow the will of the ruler and steer the development direction of the single-eyed people.

Over the years, even with a large number of outstanding single-eyed elites assisting him, Feixius still devoted a lot of energy to this.

Preaching is his strength, and his talent in government administration is not outstanding.

Whenever Feixius is exhausted by various things, he will miss his old friend, the messenger of God Osem, who has been smoking a lot.

"Alas, it has been several hundred years without me noticing."

With a long life span, Fixius rarely remembers the time that has passed like water.

Only the anniversary of Osem's death has become a time scale for him to count.

On the anniversary of the death of the envoy of God, many one-eyed people go to Osem's tomb to mourn, in gratitude for his great contribution to the entire tribe.

In the past, Fixius would go to the tomb of this old friend in person every day.

Today, seeing that Osem's death is approaching, he suddenly doesn't want to go anymore.

Closing the folder, Fixius slowly got up from the chair and walked out of the magnificent Holy Church with him on his back.

The priests he met along the way bowed to him.

However, Feixius did not return the kind and gentle smile to us as usual.

Stepping out of the palace gate, he raised his eyelids slightly and looked at the towering statue in the central square.

And the statue of the messenger of God kneeling on one knee at the feet of the statue, swearing allegiance.

Deep in Feixius' eyes, there was a glimmer of entanglement and hesitation.

"Ah............!"

After a long time, Feixius sighed heavily and walked slowly towards the Holy City Hospital near the square.

Holy City Hospital, top floor intensive care unit.

The warm sunlight, through the clear window, brought a trace of warmth, dispelling the gloomy atmosphere in the ward.

Videger, with gray hair on his temples, leaned against the backrest pillow, half lying on the bed.

He leaned sideways, looked out the window with cloudy eyes, and looked at the statue in the central square from afar, with a tired but relieved smile on his face.

At this moment, outside the half-closed door, footsteps suddenly came from far away.

Hearing the familiar footsteps, Widger retracted his sight, propped up his upper body with his body as much as he could, and turned to look at the door.

"Godfather, you are here!"

Looking at Fisius pushing the door in, the old Widger was respectful and had a faint feeling of admiration.

This scene looked a little weird.

After all, Fisius's appearance was much lighter than Widger's.

Hearing the complex emotion of the "Godfather", Fisius's body trembled slightly.

As the founder of the One-Eyed Church and the only One-Eyed Holy Spirit, not everyone is qualified to be baptized by him and called Godfather.

In fact, Fisius has only adopted one adopted son, the current Vidger.

"Vidger, you still don't want to accept the brain transplant?"

"Replace this rotten body, and you can live at least a few hundred more before your soul completely withers."

Looking at Vidger who even had difficulty supporting his upper body, Fisius said helplessly.

"Godfather, if I live like the past, I am just wasting my time."

"It's better to return to the Kingdom of the God of Zai as soon as possible and pray for a new reincarnation, isn't it?"

Vidger smiled indifferently and said meaningfully.

Hearing this, Fisius raised his eyelids and stared at Vidger.

Looking up at him, Vidger's eyes did not evade, but there was still a faint smile on his face.

Not long after, in the increasingly silent atmosphere, Phicius was completely defeated in the mutual gaze.

"When did you know?"

He shook his head slightly, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"It was a long time ago, so long that I can't remember it clearly. Maybe it was when I became a fanatic?"

"Or even earlier, when I accidentally looked up the ancient language and found that the name 'Vidger' meant the resurrectionist."

"It's a pity that I didn't awaken any memories of my previous life, so I can't really confirm it."

Vidger's smile at this time couldn't help but have a little more cunning of success and relief of having fulfilled his wish.

Phicius looked at Vidger's smile, as if looking at the past again.

The young child holding the holy book and learning to speak.

The stubborn boy who insisted on leaving the church school and entering the government academy.

The passionate young man who always refused to take the priest examination, but unknowingly, had already possessed fanatical faith.

The beloved who could not pass the government officer examination due to limited talent, but was unwilling to use his identity to take the back door.

"Alas, I came here..., but I never thought that I would hinder your growth."

"Really, I'm sorry."

Fisius sighed with an indescribable look of guilt.

"Godfather, you don't have to blame yourself so much."

"I understand that you did this because you didn't want me to become a fanatic, and thus lose myself in fanatical belief and completely cut off the hope of becoming a Holy Spirit."

"I should be the one who should be sorry."

Videger couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly, then he restrained his expression and said sincerely:

"Godfather, please allow me to say something willful again."

"If I can be favored by the Lord again and let me live another life, I only hope that you can let go of your obsession and stop forcing me to embark on the path of the Holy Spirit."

"Although I haven't awakened my past life memories, I can vaguely feel that even I in my previous life have never regretted not being able to be promoted to a Holy Spirit."

"In my previous life, I was able to contribute a little to the great Lord, and at the last moment of my life, I saw the Lord ignite the divine fire with my own eyes, and I have no regrets in death."