Chapter 1501: Desperate Believers

The Slave Corps...At this moment, there are fifty quasi-sages, two quasi-sages, and the rest are at least the powerhouses of the real king and the emperor. The combat effectiveness of such a regiment is still very objective. On the Terran plane, with a little control, it can play a huge role.
As for the Desolate Clan... Fang Fan didn't worry about placing them in the Weeping Gorge, bringing them to the Human Race plane, and combining them with the Desolate Clan that Fang Fan had recruited, which was great.
"Patriarch Huanggan, do you have any comments?"
Fang Fan pondered to himself, then looked towards Huanggan.
Huang Gan is the patriarch of the Huang clan after all. Before making these decisions, he naturally had to ask his opinion.
"But by the Lord's arrangement!"
"The desert tribe, it is our supreme honor to follow the Lord!"
Huanggan's attitude is obvious, that is, what you say is what you say, I don't have any opinions!
"In an hour, the whole army, go ahead!"
Fang Fan took a deep breath, his eyes twinkling, he hadn't returned to the Human Race plane for too long, and he was somewhat excited.
...
One hour later, the whole army will be in full swing!
Fortunately, there are enough flying warships stored in several big families, otherwise it would really not be able to hold so many people.
The 100,000 war slaves in the war slave army, plus the nearly 30,000 members of the desert clan... there are almost tens of thousands!
Of course, Fang Fan could also put them directly into the Chutian Pavilion small world first, and then put them down after the Human Race plane.
But on the whole it is quite troublesome. Tens of thousands of people want to fit all into the Chutian Pavilion small world, it is not that there is not enough space, and...too much time!
While driving, Fang Fan checked his family property immediately after being idle.
More than two hundred thousand star cores... is Fang Fan's last stubbornness!
One-star core is equivalent to trillions of superb divine crystals, which seems to be quite a lot, but at this moment, even a ten-star legion of spirits to low-level quasi-sacred realms can't do it...
I can only say that it is still destitute!
Fang Fan thought in his heart, glanced at the system panel intentionally or unintentionally...
"Ding! Fanatic -1!"
"Ding! Fanatic -1!"
"Ding! Fanatic -1!"
...
Fang Fan's eyes were stunned, what's the situation?
Has the power of faith collapsed?
The tenth-level mad believers under his command are basically from the desolate tribe... Their belief in the desolate has never made any mistakes...
The prompts on the system panel are still increasing wildly!
"Number of mad believers: 31,255! (Among them, 31,219 mad believers of the wild race!
This is the number of fanatics right now...
"Number of mad believers: thirty-one thousand three hundred and twenty-one! (Among them, 31,285 mad believers of the wild race!
This is the number of fanatics who were frozen before...
Fang Fan's gaze further explored, and the number of mad believers at this moment has decreased by sixty-six! Among them, the number of wild believers has also decreased by sixty-six!
In other words, it is indeed a problem with the fanatics of the Huang Clan.
"The faith of the people of the desert tribe... will not collapse! There will be no surprises."
"Then there is only one reason for the decrease of the mad believers of the wild race..."
"It's the deserted tribe who has passed away..."
"If it's normal birth, old age, sickness and death, it can't be so fast..."
"call……"
"What happened to the human plane?"
Fang Fan squinted his eyes, flashes of light in them.
He also hoped that his guess was wrong, but now he can only explain this way.