Chapter 1501: Declining fanatics

The Slave Army 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, just a little control 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 before was also very good.
"Patriarch Huanggan, do you have any comments?"
Fang Fan pondered to himself, and 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 deserted tribe, it is our supreme honor to be able 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 flashed with brilliance, and 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 people from 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 immediately checked his family property...
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 zealots right now...
"Number of mad believers: 31,321! (Among them, 31,285 mad believers of the wild race!
This is the number of fanatics who have been frozen before...
Fang Fan's gaze further probed, and the number of mad believers at this moment has decreased by 66! Among them, the number of wild believers has also decreased by sixty-six!
In other words, it is indeed the fanatics of the Huang Clan that have a problem.
"The faith of the people of the deserted tribe... will not collapse! There will be no surprises."
"Then there is only one reason for the decrease of the wild followers..."
"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 it this way.
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