Deity: Star Sea Swarm

Especially the thunder dragon is the most popular. After all, it is a magical species, and its body contains magic power.

Although brain worms have no sense of taste, they have different tastes when absorbing energy-rich nutrients, and the pleasure and satisfaction they bring are also different.

As long as you graduate from the Faith Training Base and Command Academy with excellent grades, you will be awarded a military rank.

The master will give them a corresponding number of symbiotic hosts, and they can receive different amounts of wages from the monocular army every month.

The higher the rank, the better the treatment.

The rookie brainworm who just graduated and joined the army can only rely on the symbiotic host to live every day, and he has to save a little. If he really wants to drain the host, he has to pay for it himself.

can not afford?

Then go find a springtail parasite, that thing is free for a limited amount, if it doesn't work anymore, you can only starve.

Anyway, the elimination rate of cerebrates is already extremely high. If you don't have firm faith, you will die, if you fail the graduation examination, you will die, and if you violate military regulations, you will die.

Without enough self-control, starving to death is also a routine operation.

Especially the first batch of cerebrates cultivated by Hesseman, there were originally thousands of classmates in the training base.

There may be only a few who have survived until now.

Even Hesseman himself, when he first arrived at the training base, was often "shocked by love" because of desertion in class.

This left a lingering shadow on his young mind.

Although it has been many years, whenever he thinks of the creepy smile of Physus' mentor, he still trembles reflexively.

This is still an elite class. If it is changed to an ordinary class, the elimination rate will be terribly high!

Therefore, as long as anyone who can successfully graduate and become a qualified officer, as long as he does not commit suicide, his life is quite happy.

Especially high-ranking commanders like Hesseman don't even look down on low-level and mid-level nutrient solutions.

If I don't drink a few bottles of advanced nutrient solution every day, I feel weak all over, life is so boring.

The super-grade nutrient solution added with the water of life, and even the ultra-high-purity water of life, are the insect breeding goals they are striving for unremittingly.

It can be said that from birth to death, brain worms have an extreme desire for food throughout their entire life.

This desire to eat from the depths of their genes is far stronger than their belief in the master of the swarm, and it can be called fanaticism.

Of course, as a species with high IQ, under the deliberate guidance of a boss surnamed Han, their material pursuits will continue to improve.

For example, their living environment must be as safe and comfortable as possible.

High-rise mansions, seaside villas?

That's not it.

For brain worms, the most satisfying place to live, apart from the incubator filled with nutrient solution, must be inside the Thunder Wyvern.

As an extraordinary magic species, the thunder dragon has a large body, fast running, high defense, can fly, and has strong attacks. It is the most ideal living environment in the current stage of the insect swarm.

It is safe and comfortable, and can also conduct air command during combat.

When the battle situation is unfavorable, relying on the magical talent of Thunder Strike, you can quickly escape under the cover of the swarm, which is simply the first choice for safe travel and staying at home.

"We are not afraid of death, but we must leave a useful body and continue to contribute wisdom to the great master."

This group of ghosts and ghosts have always boasted that they are intelligent Zergs, and feel that their own value is much higher than those cannon fodder Zergs with low IQs.

Hesseman is no exception.

The reason why he didn't want to be the commander-in-chief of the cluster was because he was afraid that if he lost the battle, he would not be able to escape first.

Leading generals who flee in battle will be executed directly.

"No, in order to save the insect's life, we must win!"

Hesseman tried his best to restrain his consciousness, and then quickly spread the tyrannical mutant mental power.

In an instant, the other cerebrates controlling the cluster of thunder dragons responded in unison, interweaving a mind communication network with their mental power.

"Everyone, the enemy's air force is rapidly returning to defense from the outer area."

"The time left for us to attack is at most two hours,"

"After approaching the target city, we must completely destroy the defense system and garrison forces as quickly as possible, destroy the opponent's central temple, and find the core of the God's Domain."

……

Under Hesseman's instructions, the Thunder Wyvern swarm continued to adjust their formation.

In particular, the bombing formation equipped with the explosive dragonfly was continuously dispersed to the front half of the cluster under the control of the brain worm.

Under the protection of the left and right flanks, closely following the vanguard, they began to accelerate their advance.

Chapter 276 Half Orc Galu

As night fell, the holy city was still brightly lit as before, but with less noise.

The huge city fell into silence.

There are only the desolate horns sounding from the city tower, and the shouting and stamping of the troops when they are mobilized.

In this dignified atmosphere like dark clouds pressing down on the city, even the most mischievous children felt oppressed, afraid to speak out loudly.

A large number of civilians from surrounding towns came to support, all young and strong, regardless of gender, were incorporated into the temporary garrison.

Taking the distributed weapons, under the leadership of the generals, they went to various city walls to garrison.

The rest of the old, weak, sick and disabled went to the temple in the center of the city under the guidance of the shaman.

The square in front of the temple, as well as the surrounding blocks, were full of poorly dressed believers kneeling everywhere.

Facing the majestic statues, they knelt down on the ground, reciting prayer mantras devoutly in low voices.

Blood streaks that were hard to see with the naked eye slowly escaped from their bodies and floated towards the statue.

The bloody halo glowing from the statue became increasingly bright red and coquettish, almost congealed into substance, continuously lingering like smoke.

As time went by, believers continued to faint and were carried away by church knights.

The vacant positions will be quickly filled by other believers.

The high priest Garu stood on the steps in front of the hall, overlooking the scene, his cloudy eyes were full of sadness.

As a half-orc, he is not as reckless and stupid as his common brethren, and he is quite gifted with magic.

With his wisdom and outstanding talent, Galu became a hero-level shaman, and then gained the favor of the gods and was appointed as the high priest.

For any half-orc, this is undoubtedly a great honor.

But in recent years, Galu hated his own intelligence and talent more and more.

He would rather be stupid and mediocre, and live an ignorant but happy life like most of his fellows.

"Eh……"

Ga Lu raised his eyes, looked at the bloody statue, and couldn't help sighing softly.

He was just about to turn around and enter the temple, but he heard exclamations from far and near.

Ga Lu raised his head abruptly, only to see billowing dark clouds billowing from the sky, completely covering the gorgeous sunset.

Although his old eyes were cloudy, his profound magic power allowed him to see those ferocious monsters clearly.

Hundreds of millions of giant beasts of the sub-dragon genus, surrounded by blue lightning, are extremely ferocious and terrifying.

"Finally......, are you here?"

"Can we really hold the holy city and wait until the army returns to help?"

He withdrew his gaze and looked around the square in front of the hall with an extremely sad expression.

"Great god, no matter whether you win or lose this battle, perhaps... the humble Galu will no longer be able to serve you devoutly."

Galu's faith has not collapsed, but it is difficult to be as pious as before.

The omniscient and omnipotent gods should also know it.

But because he valued his extraordinary talent, he didn't send divine punishment, but let him continue to serve as the high priest.

In recent years, Garu's sense of guilt has become heavier, not only for the gods, but also for his own people.

"Clan people, the minions of the evil god are coming!"

"Pray, use our spirit and blood to bring strength to the brave warriors and protect our homeland!"

"I, will be with you!"

Garu held up his staff, opened his arms, and announced to all the clansmen with the blood spell.

"Ho Ho..."

Countless half-orcs roared in response, and then chanted the prayer mantra aloud.

Their blood boiled, but they ignored Galu's last words, which was very different from before.

However, the shaman and believers in the square in front of the temple saw a scene that horrified and distressed them.

I saw the high priest reciting mysterious mantras aloud. His originally stooped and thin body swelled several times in an instant, like a rapidly inflated skin bag.

The exposed shriveled skin became tighter and thinner as the body swelled, and gradually became transparent, and blood vessels and meridians were also faintly visible.

However, every pore of his seemed to be evaporating blood mist, covering his entire body in an instant.

Before everyone had time to react, they heard a muffled "bang".

The blood mist then exploded, and then condensed into thousands of blood droplets, slowly drifting towards the majestic statue, and then submerged in it.

"Boom!"

The gorgeous staff fell and hit the steps in front of the hall, making a crisp sound.

The high priest has disappeared, only the breeze is blowing across the square in front of the temple, the streets and alleys of the city, and the ears of all the orcs in the God's Domain...

A sigh, coming with the wind, also scattered with the wind.

"The High Priest!"

The half-orc who witnessed Galu's strange disappearance cried out in panic and distress.

The majestic statue has been completely soaked in blood, and the bright red beam of light soars into the sky.

The beam of light slowly spread and fell in all directions in the air of hundreds of meters, until it turned into a hemispherical bright red barrier, like a large bowl turned upside down, covering the entire holy city.

"Rebel!"

The divine voice that resounded through heaven and earth exploded over the holy city like thunder.

There was no sadness in the voice, but full of anger.

Urnos' face was gloomy and terrifying at this time!

Although half-orcs are brave and warlike, their lifespan is too short.

Except for extraordinary species such as Woma half-orcs, the average lifespan of ordinary half-orcs is less than 70 years, so it is extremely difficult to cultivate hero-level dependents.

Especially a hero-level shaman like Garu who is extremely talented in conjuration and can cast high-level bloodline incantations.

Urnos has operated God's Domain for more than 2000 years, and only cultivated a few, and this is the only one that is still alive today!

Garu's bloodline spell, after being blessed with the sacred artifact he finally obtained, can even cover all his half-orc dependents at the same time, greatly increasing the combat power.

Its strategic significance is self-evident.

Urnos believed that he was responsive to his requests, and even if his faith wavered, he did not issue divine punishment, and even sent down oracles several times to appease him.

Even in this war, he was not willing to let Galu go out with the army, just because he was afraid of something unexpected.

Who would have thought that Ga Lu actually wanted to die by himself, and he did not hesitate to use his mana, flesh and blood, and even his soul to cast a large-scale defensive spell at the level of a forbidden spell——Blood Guard.

For more than 2000 years, Urnos has encountered unmatched strongmen many times.

He relied on this bloodline to protect the Holy City and the core of the God's Domain buried deep under the temple.

But in the past, the high priests, including Garu, used the blood and spirits of hundreds of millions of believers every time they used this forbidden technique, and used the blood magic circle inside the statue to transform it into magic power.

Unexpectedly, this time, Garu would not hesitate to use his body as a sacrifice to perform this forbidden technique!

"why why!"

The monstrous rage of Urnos almost burned the sky.