Gods: The Swarm

The two fleets continued to close the distance while chasing and escaping at full speed.

Seeing the constant losses of enemy warships, it is only a matter of time before they are completely annihilated.

The entire Zerg fleet was completely disconnected from the Zerg consciousness network without even realizing it.

"襙!"

Feeling that his fleet was disconnected from the ethnic group, Wilson couldn't help but feel very angry.

The enemy fleet was right ahead, and at the critical moment when the victory was within easy reach, the conventional mesh worms he carried this time were actually used up.

Without the meshworm, it acts as a mobile network cable to maintain communication with the tribe at all times.

This is not a good thing for a large farm like his.

In so many of his territories, a large number of creeps and conventional combat units are cultivated.

The consciousness network was disconnected for a short period of time. If you were unlucky, at most, other brainworms passing by would sneak away some regular combat units from the Creep Continent as supplies.

But if you are disconnected for a long time, not only your property may be repossessed by the Zerg Sacred Bank, but you will also have to undergo long-term control, observation, and review after you return.

In this pioneering era, time is money.

During the long review period, he couldn't do anything. He lost his income and had to repay the loan on time. This was a bloody loss.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in the consciousness network.

"Boss, the advanced communications group is ready. Do you want to use them to fill the vacancies?"

The reason why Cotton served as the first adjutant was not to flatter others.

He had already considered this situation in advance and made a response plan in advance.

After listening to Cotton's suggestion, Wilson pondered slightly, and finally pursed his lips, shook his head and rejected:

"Forget it, it's too luxurious to use an advanced meshworm capable of long-distance delivery as a network cable."

Networms, which can be delivered quickly during wartime and have the ability to build a large-scale mental network on their own, are all luxury high-end models.

All are equipped with independent defense masks, independent jump engines, and automatic transmission and control systems based on self-sufficient architecture.

The price is so high that it is even worth half of a giant void insect.

Brain worm farms with ample cash will buy this high-end model of mesh worms in small quantities in case of emergencies.

But unless necessary, it is better not to use it at ordinary times.

After all, this thing is extremely expensive, and compared to the Void Giant Worm, it is just a scumbag.

As a brainworm, Cotton has followed Wilson for many years, so he is naturally well aware of his boss's stingy and frugal style.

Seeing that Wilson vetoed his proposal, Cotton reluctantly took out his backup plan again.

"That one, I will first take back the diffused consciousness network and extend it in a targeted manner."

"This way 껩땣 can reconnect with the group, but doing so will cause the fleet's detection range to be reduced by 2% 굛left녿."

Even though he said that, there was always a slight bad feeling in his mind.

"Oh, but it must be that my mental energy has been consumed too much recently."

After Cotton scratched his head with his tentacles, he slightly changed the settings of the nutrition cabin through conscious control.

As a higher concentration of nutrients was injected into him, he suddenly felt a wave of coolness in his skull, and his spirit was suddenly shaken.

The majestic mental power continues to converge with the consciousness network he has built.

With a clear direction, it spread rapidly towards the direction of the fleet.

This kind of directional extension greatly reduces the required mental energy consumption, thereby increasing the extension distance.

Compared to Cotton, a new brainworm, Wilson, as a veteran hero brainworm, is more powerful in terms of both quality and quantity of mental power.

But at this moment, the boss is personally directing the battle, so he is temporarily acting as a network signal amplifier.

If he didn't have this awareness, Cotton wouldn't be able to hold the position of first adjutant.

As Cotton's consciousness network reconnected with the meshworms left along the way, the fleet immediately regained connection with the tribe.

Feeling that the communication with the ethnic network was restored, Welsh could not help but praise:

"Well, good job, little Cotton!"

As an experienced large farm, it is a basic skill to verbally encourage the subordinates of the group. Anyway, you don’t have to pay for it, so there is no need to be stingy.

With such easy-to-use minions, why waste resources on high-end mesh bugs?

In contrast, Mena, who was on the runaway side, looked terrifyingly gloomy at this time.

"Fourth Fleet's losses continue!"

"If this continues, the fleet's establishment may not exist after the war."

While the fleets on both sides were chasing and escaping at full speed, he had been constantly adjusting their course.

Such a far distance in the void can be viewed from a 꺘-dimensional angle.

Even if the course is slightly deflected, under the long distance span, it is enough to miss a large number of the opponent's attacks.

How precise the course prediction is required to achieve such an efficient hit rate.

Mena frowned and moved his gaze to the increasingly bright red block area on the projection light screen.

According to the current speed of the fleet, as long as it persists for another minute, it will enter its own preset ambush zone.

Just when his emotions were getting heavier, a vast divine voice suddenly sounded in his mind, instantly interrupting his random thoughts.

"Mena, arrange for the elites of each ship and all the fanatics to be ready to leave the fleet at any time!"

Through the thread of faith, the voice of God sounded in his mind with an unquestionable tone.

After a moment of daze, Mena still confirmed with the gods in an extremely humble manner, trembling:

"I, only arrange the elites and fanatics, the others............."

Before Mena finished speaking, the divine voice came again, which contained a cold and oppressive feeling.

"My loyal people, execute my will."

"You still have 5 minutes to prepare. After the fleet enters the preset ambush area, there is a 5 minute window period, which is enough for you to lead all the elites out."

"Don't let me down."

"Otherwise, your soul will be left in the void forever."

For fanatics like Mena, the most serious punishment is not losing their lives.

But they cannot return to the kingdom of God to reincarnate after death and continue to follow the great gods they believe in.

"Humble Mena, always follow your will!"

Mena knelt on the ground, his voice revealed firmness, and there was no hesitation.

As the divine voice completely disappeared, Mena stood up again in the panic eyes of many subordinates.

Everyone knew that the great god had just cast his eyes on the commander.

But they would not have thought that the benevolent and majestic god had just abandoned more than 95% of the believers in the fleet.

Looking up and looking around at everyone, the reluctance in Mena's eyes was fleeting.

After many battles, this was the first time he faced such a situation.

But in order to gain the results of the war, sacrificing his hard-trained fleet still made Mena feel extremely sad.

But this was the will of God.

It could not be questioned and could not be disobeyed.

Without further delay, Mena used his own special communicator to quickly issue top-secret instructions to the commanders of each ship through an encrypted channel.

What they were going to do next was naturally not announced to the public.

Otherwise, the army, whose morale had already been unstable, would collapse immediately.

Fortunately, the commanders of the ships were all fanatics and would not have any doubts about the will of God.

The evacuation order was quickly issued, and the captains of each ship began to secretly select elite troops according to the process and assembled on the escape shuttle in advance to prepare for evacuation.

The shipboard personnel who were really to be abandoned were already at the bottom of the army.

In the warship, the series of actions of the top leaders may not be noticed by them until they die.