Gods: The Swarm

Even though they were full of panic and knew they were about to die.

They still shouted "For the glory of God" and moved their warships to the rear of the array without hesitation.

One heavy cruiser after another spontaneously reduced their speed to block the trajectory of the scarlet high-energy rays.

They used their lives to block the attacks from the rear for the battleships in front of the array, hoping that these compatriots could escape.

Countless warships and all the crew members on board turned into fireworks in the void.

Through the line of faith, they felt the determination of a large number of followers to face death without regrets, and the faith that suddenly flourished.

Priss's originally closed eyelids could not help but tremble slightly.

It took thousands of years of hard work to develop the weak followers in the barren God's domain to such a point.

He stumbled along the way and experienced many ups and downs.

Although Priss himself paid a lot, these devout and tenacious followers.

They also used the efforts of generation after generation to create a brighter future.

At this moment, he vaguely recalled the early days when he had just opened up the divine domain, and the joy he felt from the bottom of his heart every time his followers grew up.

The relationship between God and believers should not be that of master and slave with life and death.

Along the way, they depended on each other and achieved each other, and only then did Priss come into being.

On the other hand, Morrer, to whom he swore allegiance, regarded him as his confidant and gave him many preferential treatments.

But in essence, in the eyes of the other party, Priss was always just a dog that could come and go at will.

"Ah!"

After a sigh, Priss silently opened his eyelids.

At this moment, his eyes were no longer filled with panic and anger, but with endless sadness.

After sighing, he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips in self-mockery, revealing a bitter smile.

Perhaps, being abandoned by Morrell this time and becoming a so-called "wild dog" that was laughed at by others might not be a bad thing.

Didn't he rely on desperate efforts and collecting resources everywhere to get to the top?

Why should he bury his family members who he had worked hard to develop here for the leftovers given by his direct descendants?

Thinking of this, Priss looked at the bridge, those who were determined to die in their hearts, still looked at his family members with fanatical eyes.

Looking at the picture on the projection screen again, the warships were constantly overturned and collapsed in the scarlet ray stream.

Priss understood that even if his family fleet could barely survive this wave of attacks, it would inevitably be completely crippled.

The remaining warships are absolutely unable to withstand the next wave of attacks. It is only a matter of time before the entire fleet is completely wiped out.

Moreover, this time will definitely not be too long.

Priss took a deep breath and said to his followers in a sincere tone that he had not heard for thousands of years:

"I! I am with you!"

After that, his divine thoughts instantly left the followers that were possessed.

I saw a towering shadow of a god gradually appearing in the void, and performing the highest courtesy of Longwa in the direction of the scarlet rays.

"Powerful human god, Priss hopes to talk to you."

Without sparing any divine power consumption, the majestic divine thoughts carried this idea, penetrated the endless void, and transmitted it to the location of the Zerg fleet.

Far away from his own divine domain, but always paying attention to the battle situation, Mu Peng saw all of this.

A Zerg warship responsible for launching meshworms slowly sailed out from the depths of the void.

The believers on this warship were used as projection anchors.

Mu Peng's phantom of the god, with a more majestic image and the attitude of a victor, descended here.