Chapter 171: Pressure

The phantom was wearing a black cloak with gorgeous golden patterns all over it. With Han Fei's indifferent eyes at this time, the majesty and dignity of 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 heart.

He looked up at the shadow of God in front of him, as if his mind was stagnant, and he was stunned on the spot.

Han Fei, who was pretending to be cool, looked at Varrick at his feet with a dazed look.

In order to maintain the image of God, he waited for the other party to speak first, and 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 dumb?"

"It hurts... It's embarrassing to look at a big man like this. How long do you have to wait?"

Three seconds later, Han Fei, who had been patient to the limit, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Hmph............."

A light hum came out of his mouth, but a loud bang exploded in Varrick's brain, shaking his soul.

Varrick suddenly came back to his senses, endured the stabbing pain in his mind, and hurriedly lowered his head again.

Then he begged carefully in a trembling voice:

"Great Zerg Master, the humble Varrick surrenders to you."

"I pray that you can cast a look of pity and treat the creatures in the city kindly."

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 is willing to offer you faith and loyalty, and I beg you to have mercy."

Looking at Varrick's look of horror and despair.

Feeling that the atmosphere was in place, Han Fei silently gave himself a thumbs up in his heart, and then 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 mentality of this group of defeated people, they were just goods in the continent of gods' exchange.

In addition to knocking, it was also a disguised response to Varrick's begging.

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 have to die on the spot.

Varrick guessed that this existence may have other purposes from the fact that Han Fei did not control his followers to enter the city for slaughter.

After hearing Han Fei's answer, he was not stupid, and hurriedly bowed his head again:

"Great Zerg Master, thank you for your kindness."

Just when Han Fei maintained a serious expression and was about to give an order to Varrick, he was suddenly stunned.

A thick line of faith connected to him from the dark.

"Is this... a believer?"

Han Fei, who encountered this situation for the first time, immediately cast his eyes to a certain 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 militia.

Although the characteristics of the Zerg's followers are that all members are fanatics, because of the lack of wisdom, the power of faith they can provide is far inferior to that of most intelligent races.

In comparison, the line of faith formed by this inexplicably appearing one-eyed devout believer is like a hemp rope mixed in countless thin lines, which is unusually thick and eye-catching.

"A devout believer suddenly appeared."

"Hmm..., it's interesting."

Han Fei's mind 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 conducive to appease these one-eyed people.

"Why not find a so-called agent."

"Hmm..., use the barbarians to control the barbarians? This is possible, and the method of the ancestors must work."

Han Fei made a decision in his heart in an instant, and immediately took new actions.

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In the trench full of blood and corpses.

Osem was kneeling in a pool of blood, with his fingers crossed, praying devoutly to the great Zerg master.

He was 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."

Osem, 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.

The unprecedented feeling made his heart calm down instantly.

The great god cast his eyes on him.

Osem became more humble and pious. He ignored the dirty blood on the ground and crawled forward.

"My God, your servant Osem, is willing to follow you forever."

"Osem, 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 heartfelt surprise spread throughout his body.

He kept knocking his head on the ground, splashing dirty blood.

Han Fei, who found that things were going better than he had imagined and had an extra tool man, was naturally very happy.

Seeing that Osem was covered in wounds, he was willing to spend some divine power.

Perform 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 recovered quickly under the nourishment of this power.

The wounds on his body were surrounded by cool air, and the pain disappeared and 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 over.

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 line of faith had suddenly become thicker, Han Fei was confused at this time, because...