Gods: The Swarm

Mu Peng turned his head, stared at Han Fei with a sneer on his face and said:

"I won't talk too much with you. You should leave all the unicorns responsible for operating these five million warships to me. Just pretend that this matter never happened."

Hearing this, Han Fei couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

Who said this girl was fierce and reckless? She is clearly a person who eats and doesn't spit out bones.

With a move of her lips, there are more than 100 million unicorns, and they have all been trained in warship operation and have rich practical experience in technical positions.

"Mu Peng! It's hard for me to cultivate these unicorns into mature bodies, and it's difficult to change their beliefs."

"If they are transformed into animal puppets, they will lose their self-awareness and can't continue to control the warships. There's no point for you to come."

Han Fei tried to persuade her to give up this unreasonable request with emotion and reason.

But Mu Peng raised his eyebrows and smiled coldly.

"Who said I was going to transform them into physical puppets? Don't worry, I'm just borrowing them temporarily. You don't have any sincerity at all, do you?"

Hearing Mu Peng's words, Han Fei was instantly choked and could only deliberately laugh.

"Oh, so you want to rent it."

"No problem, I'll give you a 50% discount on the original rental price............"

It's a pity that no matter how much Han Fei said, Mu Peng showed contempt in his eyes and stood there looking at him with a sneer on his face.

Han Fei's voice naturally became smaller and smaller.............

After a while, he disbanded the brainworms that sent the fleet, and Han Fei, with a constipated look on his face, slowly dispersed his phantom of the god.

In the end, the crew of the more than 100 million single-eyed worms could only be "forced to rent" by Mu Peng.

Fortunately, although Mu Peng did not intend to pay for this batch of monocular worms, he was finally persuaded by Han Fei's superb rhetoric.

He promised these monocular worms to participate in the battle and give him 20% of the spoils.

This somewhat made up for Han Fei's injured heart.

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Void ocean current, upstream.

A large number of fragments of the ownerless divine domain quietly surged in the dead void, turning into a slowly flowing resource-rich belt.

Millions of starships of various types are shuttling back and forth in the turbulent void.

Just like a hardworking ant colony collecting food, they constantly use traction beams to drag pieces of the ownerless divine domain together.

On the periphery of the resource belt, a huge fleet of warships is assembled and on standby, ready to go into battle at any time.

At the core of the fleet array, the fortress-like flagship has raised all the divine cannons equipped and entered the state of charging and firing.

From a distance, it looks like a porcupine with sharp thorns all over its body.

The flagship casts the shadow of the god, Cleaver, with a mixed look of excitement and anxiety.

After a long dragnet search, his family fleet finally found the resource-rich belt in the prediction.

Like the fragments of the ownerless divine domain dotted with stars, there are inestimable high-level resources inside.

Even if the cradle is a mid-level resource well, such a high-value resource belt is rarely seen.

In particular, the void wormholes randomly formed in the upstream area frequently scattered more resource fragments.

Cleaver even suspected that the other end of these void wormholes might be a post-war ruin of a certain Ming Dynasty.

Otherwise, it is hard to imagine how so many development routes similar to gods could disappear at the same time.

Regardless of whether Cleaver guessed right or not, he had no ability to explore the truth.

Because the formation mechanism of void wormholes and the source of the ownerless fragments thrown out by them are mysteries that countless predecessors have explored fruitlessly.

The top priority at this time is to salvage resources as soon as possible and put them in the bag as soon as possible.

For this reason, after discovering this resource gathering belt, Cleaver mobilized all his family fleets to gather here at the fastest speed.

If he hadn't been worried about Morrer, he would even want to pull his own domain here to collect resources personally.

After all, this place is too far away from where he parked his domain.

Relying on the clan fleet to tow the ownerless fragments, even if they risk space jump, the transportation efficiency is not very high.

Not to mention, this time there are some relatively well-preserved, high-volume and valuable ownerless divine domain fragments. If you want to rely on the fleet to tow them away, you have to cut them.

Without the divine domain, this process will be extremely inefficient and troublesome.

"Damn it!"

Cleaver gritted his teeth and regretted in his heart.

If he had known that the search would go so smoothly, he should not have sought cooperation from Morrell.

In the family, the guy who is still able to get along well now is definitely not a good person.

If you think about it, his choice in a hurry was a bit hasty.

Recently, Cleaver recalled Morrell's eyes, which always made him feel like a thorn in his back.

Resources are indeed valuable, and the value of divine domain is even higher.

If the Divine Domain is destroyed, it would be too difficult to start over.

"Forget it, let's collect as much as possible before this guy's family fleet notices it."

Cleaver didn't expect to hide it for too long. He invested all the family fleets to carry out large-scale resource salvage. Such a big movement could not be covered up at all.

Now, Cleaver can only assemble elite warships and be ready.

In case the Morr family immediately turns hostile after searching this place.

Backstabs from brothers of the family are often more lethal than external enemies.

Facts have proved that his vigilance is not unfounded.

The salvage operation had only been going on for a few days, and the large number of detectors scattered in the surrounding area had sent back warnings.

Multiple unidentified fleets were rushing from different directions at extremely high speeds.

According to the prediction of their course, the target was obviously the same.

It was this area!

The phantom of the god Cleaver stood on the command post on the bridge.

Listening to the continuous warnings, watching the fierce warships with a strong Longwa style in the images sent back by the detector before the explosion.

He was completely sick!

One, two, three, four..........

Before long, he had detected more than five fleets, with a warship scale of more than 10,000.

What made Clever even more angry was that these fleets had clearly formed a circle and were closing in from all directions.

Clever looked extremely unhappy. He knew without a second thought that the group of gods who suddenly attacked were all followers of Morr.

The other party was so unscrupulous in attacking the clan, which clearly showed that they did not care about the dignity of the family.

At this point, Clever was not so naive as to be lucky.

Morr dared to put up such a battle, so he would definitely not be soft.

If he were Morr, since he had completely torn his face, he would definitely do it thoroughly so that the other party would have difficulty turning over from now on.