Chapter 690: Occupation 2

"Although I don't like the normal mode of belief in God, it's a shame to waste those beliefs for nothing."
Lin Sheng thought for a while, looking at the holy computer in front of him, suddenly had an idea.
"If I use the Holy River to transform faith into other strengths of nature, and then absorb it ... instead of limiting it to a lot of divine power ..."
The idea is good, but it still needs to be found and tested. It can compare with the divine power. He hasn't seen it so far. Even the divine power and chaotic soul power are far from being the opponent of divine power.
At this time, the holy river also completed the calculation simulation of the construction of the godhead. The silver-white machine ball emits a circle of slightly fluorescent ripples, and then responds.
‘Simulation completed, the success rate of building the godhead is 25.3%’
"Huh? Still not high ..." Lin Sheng frowned slightly.
He stood up, the two black ball ancestors still floating beside him, blocked by the Holy Light.
He himself frowned, staring at the holy river.
"In the past, the success rate was only single digits, but now it has risen to 25%, but it is still far from the success rate I want."
He thought about it, after all, decided to use the previous idea.
"Anyway, I don't use the popular beliefs at the holy city anymore. Now the blood empire, there are many other planetary worlds, so many popular believers, so many sources of faith."
"If it's not used, it would be too wasteful .... simply ..."
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Bloodline world.
A large number of the Holy Spirit Army, and the Holy City Legion, have been transmitted to the main blood cities by violent transmission arrays.
The huge blood empire, even without the strongest true ancestor, still has the Duke Prince blood resistance.
They are unwilling to be ruled by humans from across the world.
So they gathered together to try to fight against the Holy Spirit Palace with the power of the group.
But unfortunately, after the King of Steel defeated two large blood corps in a row, the willpower of the remaining blood kinks quickly disintegrated as the snow melted.
The blood young people of this generation are not as determined as the older generation.
In the war, the deadliest and wounded were often the oldest bloodlines that rushed the fastest.
So after these old-school blood races were slaughtered, the remaining new-generation blood races could not be beaten, even the true ancestors disappeared, and they simply surrendered.
So just a week.
The planet where the blood empire is located, originally over 90% of the red alert area, quickly became a green peace zone.
Most of the blood people, although very unwilling, had no choice but to be suppressed by absolute force.
Moreover, after all the blood races were surrendered, there were still many blood racers hiding in the dark, trying to continue to fight against the Holy Spirit Palace by hidden means.
Just to cope with these so-called underground parties, Lin Sheng personally issued a transfer order, from the world of the dead corpses that had been completely settled, mobilized a large number of expeditionary forces, and entered the blood world.
Millions of strong corpses have poured into the world, these flesh-lined ethnic groups that had originally been single-winged, and then bathed in the Holy Light and wearing the powerful armor developed by the Holy City.
Suddenly they turned into a steel fortress that was impenetrable, and each corpse was a mobile sturdy tank, invincible on the battlefield.
Even more horrible is that these corpses are all existed after the influence of the Holy Light. They are injured and can call on the Holy Light to heal the wounds.
In fact, the combat effectiveness of a fully armed single-winged corpse demon is even stronger than the human holy warrior.
In a sense, the powerful corpse monsters completely restrain the blood races with only high resilience.
Just as Lin Sheng set out to build a belief system.
Corps of corpses is also quickly calming down the entire blood planet.
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The world, the main city is gracious.
The white domed building stands quietly in the middle of the blood city.
The original city main house has been demolished, and now only this sturdy temple is left, occupying the original city main house.
The temple covers an area of ​​tens of thousands of square meters and is surrounded by four passages.
A large number of blood lined up in line, with the push of the Corpse Expedition, followed the pace, looking numbly along the four channels to enter.
The four long teams, from a height, are like four long crickets. The legs and feet on the edges are all corpse soldiers.
Occasionally, a few civilians tried to resist, but they were smashed to the ground by the corpses on the spot, dragged out with blood on their faces, and soon screamed and disappeared in a gloomy building on the other side .
In a distant hotel, in the curtained room, Catherine and the leaders of several rebel forces were watching the scene coldly.
It stands to reason that those blood races that were originally elevated should be rushed into the temple like livestock at this time, and they should be happy.
But Catherine at this time did not know why, there was no trace of joy in her heart.
"The Holy Spirit Army has been driving the blood race to the building called the Temple every day these days." A middle-aged and strong man with a beard sitting on a stool and smoking with his head down.
Now that they are no longer hunted by blood, they are free to live on the surface.
This needs to thank those foreign troops. Although I don't know why, the rebels always felt shudder when they saw the Holy Spirit.
But this does not prevent them from receiving favors.
"I've figured it out, about 300,000 people can go in one day, and more than 3 million blood races have been entered these days ... the blood races in the surrounding cities have been emptied a lot.
Kailu looked a little pale on the side.
"The weirdest thing is that this temple can't only go in! These blood races went in, and they never saw them out again!" Kailu said in a deep voice.
"I don't care about these. I only care. What is this Holy Spirit's plan to do to us?" Catherine said seriously.
No one answered.
The rebel leaders present here fell silent for a while.
They don't want to say it, but they don't understand it at all.
Although the people of the Holy Spirit are also human, they are treated slightly better than the blood.
And every weekend they are forced to go to the meeting place to listen to the pastor sent to pray.
So far, because the human race has been oppressed and tortured by the blood race for a long time, a large number of the original human races have a great favor for the Holy Spirit.
Therefore, as the number of prayers increased, a large number of people were gradually transformed into believers in the Holy Spirit.
After all, the huge figure that overlooked everything in the sky that day was really shocking.
Even within the rebel army, many people secretly believed in the Holy Spirit Palace, thinking that he was the savior of the human race and the light of the human race.
"What shall we do now?" Catherine looked through the gaps in the curtains, watching the long queues.
At this time, there was a old man who accidentally walked slowly, and was immediately stepped on by a corpse demon soldier on the side, and was kicked at the waist.
The other two corpse soldiers went up and pinched the old man's neck, like lifting a chicken, and carrying the old man of blood to the side of the eerie building.
That building has so far consumed more than tens of thousands of blood.
"I already ... I don't know where the future will go ..." Catherine watched this happy scene, and she had accumulated many years of resentment and hatred for the bloodline. Dissipating slowly.
According to her informant feedback, the number of blood clan killed by resistance in ordinary times has exceeded one million.