Chapter 171: Pressure
The phantom was wearing a black coat with gorgeous golden patterns all over it. With Han Fei's indifferent eyes at this time, the majesty and dignity of the god were fully reflected.
Seeing the legendary god appear in front of him with his own eyes brought an unprecedented huge impact to Varrick's soul.
He looked up at the god in front of him, as if his mind was stagnant, and he was stunned on the spot.
Han Fei was pretending to be cool, looking at Varrick at his feet with a dazed look.
In order to maintain the image of a god, he waited for the other party to speak first. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, and he couldn't help but start to complain silently in his heart.
"Is this one-eyed man stupid? Why don't you speak quickly, are you mute?"
"It hurts... It's so embarrassing to look at a grown man like this, how long do you have to wait?"
After a few seconds, Han Fei, who had been patient to the limit, finally couldn't stand it anymore.
"Hmph..."
A light hum came out of his mouth, but it exploded in Varrick's brain, shaking his soul.
Varrick suddenly came back to his senses, endured the stabbing pain in his brain, and hurriedly lowered his head again.
Then he begged in a trembling voice:
"Great Zerg Master, the humble Varrick surrenders to you."
"Pray that you can cast a look of pity and treat the creatures in the city well."
Han Fei looked down at the trembling Varrick, and the grand and majestic voice went directly into his mind.
"What gives you the courage to dare to ask me!"
Varrick's back was instantly covered with cold sweat, but facing the gods in front of him.
He had to bite the bullet and continue to beg.
"Great Zerg Master, please forgive my offense."
"Humble Varrick, willing to offer you faith and loyalty, beg you to have mercy."
Looking at Varrick's terrified and desperate look.
Feeling that the atmosphere was in place, Han Fei silently gave himself a thumbs up and stopped threatening.
"I don't need your faith, and I don't care about your loyalty."
"Anyone who obeys can survive."
"Anyone who rebels will be destroyed."
Han Fei didn't care about the attitude of this group of defeated people, they were just goods in the exchange of the gods on the continent.
In knocking on Yu, it was also a response to Varrick's request.
It doesn't matter if you give some preferential treatment, at least it can avoid forcing these one-eyed people into a desperate situation.
Otherwise, let alone secretly sabotaging, even if it is just non-violent non-cooperation, it is enough to delay things.
If there are more terrorists and blow up the weapons factory in the city, Han Fei will be killed on the spot.
Varrick had guessed that Han Fei had no intention of killing his followers in the city, and that this person might have other purposes.
After hearing Han Fei's answer, he was not stupid, and he bowed his head again:
"Great Zerg Master, thank you for your kindness."
When Han Fei maintained a serious expression and was about to give Varrick an order, he suddenly froze.
A thick line of faith connected to him from nowhere.
"Is this... a believer?"
Encountering this situation for the first time, Han Fei immediately cast his eyes to a place in the distant position.
Following the increasingly thick line of faith, Han Fei saw the new devout believer.
It turned out to be a bloody one-eyed militiaman.
Although the Zerg's followers are all fanatics, due to their lack of wisdom, the faith they can provide is far inferior to that of most intelligent races.
In comparison, this devout believer of the monocular tribe who appeared inexplicably formed a line of faith, which was like a hemp rope mixed in countless thin lines, unusually thick and eye-catching.
"A devout believer suddenly appeared."
"Hmm..., it's interesting."
Han Fei's thoughts turned slightly, and he suddenly had a good idea.
Maintaining the projection of divine power for a long time consumes too much divine power, and it is not conducive to shaping the image of God.
Possessing the body of the Zerg to communicate with them consumes too much energy, and the appearance of the Zerg is not very conducive to appease these monocular people.
"Why not find a so-called agent?"
"Well..., use the barbarians to control the barbarians? This is possible. The method of our ancestors will definitely work."
Han Fei made a decision in an instant and immediately made a new move.
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The trench was covered with blood and corpses.
Osem knelt in the blood, crossed his fingers, and prayed devoutly to the great Zerg master.
He had been brainwashed by the will of the church since he was a child, but he had never really seen the existence of God.
But just now, God appeared in front of him and saved his life.
Osem felt as if he had been reborn in the test of life and death.
For intelligent life, sometimes the birth of faith is so simple.
"My believer, I have felt your devout faith."
Ossem, who was kneeling on the ground to pray, suddenly felt that the vast divine voice seemed to ring in his mind, so clear and so unreal.
He had never felt it before, and his soul calmed down instantly.
The great god cast his eyes on him.
Ossem became more humble and pious. He ignored the dirt and blood on the ground and crawled forward.
"My God, your servant Ossem is willing to follow you forever."
"Ossem, I admire your piety."
"Are you willing to be my messenger, convey my oracle, and act on my behalf?"
Han Fei hooked the line of faith, consuming divine power, and clear words appeared in his mind.
"I do!"
When Osem heard Han Fei's question, a sense of surprise spread throughout his body.
He kept knocking his head on the ground, splashing dirty blood.
He found that things were going better than he imagined, and he was naturally very happy to have a tool man, Han Fei.
Seeing that Osem was covered with scars, he did not hesitate to spend some divine power.
He performed the so-called "miracle" to give this tool man some benefits.
The divine power was transmitted through the line of faith.
Osem's eyes widened suddenly.
Feeling the warm current surging in his body, his tired and sore body was recovering quickly under the nourishment of this power.
The wounds on his body were surrounded by cool air, and the pain disappeared and he was slightly numb and itchy.
He looked at the tear on his chest in disbelief, and his pupils dilated in shock.
The dead skin and rotten flesh at the wound fell off quickly, and the connective tissue of the surrounding skin grew and healed quickly.
In just a few breaths, the wound had completely scabbed.
Even the tired spirit was recovering quickly.
"This..., this is a miracle!"
Osem's reverence and gratitude for God were even greater.
Feeling that the thread of faith suddenly became thicker, Han Fei was confused at this time, because...
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