There is a saying in the prayer that the gods are watching us all the time. But at this moment, these noble sacrifices have forgotten this sentence that should have kept them awake.

Bran, who was watching all this in Northland, was already starting to get impatient. He was so disappointed by the performance of these people that they didn't seem to know how to move forward and forgot what sacrifice was.

Daystar is nothing, just a trivial rehearsal in preparation for a large-scale operation that follows. But this group of waste is not enough to achieve, and more than to fail.

Now Bran realizes that the sane and emotional priests are far from what he expected. He needs a group of creatures who can truly uphold their will, cold, hard, rigid, and unmoved by external objects.

Lily looked at her brother beside her, "What's wrong?"

"I have something to tell you. Bran spread his hands, "Something you might have overlooked. ”

Lily snorted, "Say, what's the need to expose?"

"You know, I bred a bunch of wild bees more than a decade ago. I just noticed that they seem to be multiplying a little fast. ”

"Don't say anything like 'just now', and I won't believe it. Tell me directly, their size. ”

With a buzzing sound, clouds of smoke rose from the Northland City and even the Barren Continent.

"Ten years ago, I was very envious of your swarm. So I started cultivating them, not to imitate, but to accumulate material.

Now, it's time to use them......"

......

In Daystar's camp, the sacrifice of a group of onlookers watching the amphibian performance has not yet dispersed. Suddenly there was the sound of a trumpet in the sky, it was low, long, and had a melancholy farewell meaning.

A wisp of smoke gently poked out, then rapidly expanded, and in the blink of an eye, it was already overwhelming. With a deafening roar, it poured down like a torrent and pounced on those Gobi wanderers.

This massive attack, in the eyes of others, was an egg hitting a stone, because the bee swarm followed one after another without any effect. But they have never flinched or been confused.

These fragile beings illustrate what it means to be desperate in action.

Many of the people in the camp understood, and their faces turned pale as if they were thinking of their fate. But a very small number of them showed a trace of excitement and yearning.

The roar gradually turned into a buzzing sound that was high and low, and it didn't take long for even the hum to subside......

Outside the camp, the loiterers crackled over a thick layer of corpses, and inside the camp, people looked at each other in silence.

When the last wild bee fell, several inky whirlwinds suddenly appeared. They wander around, silently sweeping away the corpses of the swarm. Then, as it did when it appeared, it suddenly vanished.

Without the interference of the corpses of the swarm, the wanderer runs more freely.

That's it?

Is that the end of it?, Lily looked at Bran suspiciously......

"Wait! there's still ...... to come."

Time passed, and many of the little wizards in Winged City couldn't wait any longer, and they ran to Bran's side to look at him with blank eyes.

At this time, Bran's tone changed again, "Look at what I'm doing, it's useless to be anxious!"

yes, it's useless to be in a hurry!

Bran finally said something that could be called the truth.

Until Qianrui appeared next to Bran with Flowey in her arms, "What the hell is going on?"

Bran scratched his head, "Life needs to be nurtured, and that's what I learned when I was incarnated as a seed more than a decade ago. ”

"Oh, and then?"

"It takes time to conceive. ”

"Oh, and then?"

Bran looked at Sirley and blinked, "W-w, understand?"

"Oh, I see, but you don't know how long it will take, or even if you can get it. ”

Lily frowned slightly, "Why don't you shape directly like the Heroic Soul you gave me many years ago." ”

"The Heroic Soul is a whole entity, and my colony is a myriad of independent fragments. To bring them together perfectly, it's best to have a gestation process. ”

"Perfect?fusion?"

Lily repeated softly, as if thinking of something. She looked Bran up and down as if she wanted to get to know her brother again. Later, he turned his gaze to the sea of magic and carefully examined the extremely ugly tree. Mottled outer bark, pure inky core......

Oh! that's perfect.

"Didn't you say you didn't have time to meddle in the Morning Star thing?"

In the face of Lily's questioning, Bran spread his hands: "Remember back then, you drove the swarm to sweep everything?

But what are those people in the camp doing?

Ten years of peace, ten years of pampering, have made these mortal things much stronger and more timid. Back then, most of the demons were goods who didn't cry when they didn't see the coffin, but what's wrong with it now?

And some people are not cowardly, the warriors of the Emerald Continent dare to confront the dragon. Now, he is hiding on the side and watching the excitement. Is it hard to grab a few hammers and smash a lone wanderer?

It's not just them, it's other people, other things.

There were those who feared us more than they feared death. Now that fear seems to be dissipating, and you seem to have become merciful.

What are these sacrifices now, and what are the believers? Are the ordinary people who run to the battlefield to play?

I don't know, does the demon army have reservations? Does the Knight of Light still enforce the military regulations? Can your swarm still be called?

In addition to that, have other thugs been trained?"

Bran accentuated: "I can't count on you for the time being, so I have to use mine." ”

As soon as the words fell, there was finally movement on Daystar's side.

......

The silence in the camp had dissipated, and people were staring outside and talking about what had just happened. But the mutation suddenly appeared in front of me at this time.

Without warning, a pitch-black scythe slashed out of the void and swept past a wanderer like a phantom. The wanderer froze there, but there was not a trace of it.

This result immediately caused people to sigh of disappointment. Just when people thought the wanderer would run again, a wind swept over its side and brought up a cloud of dust and sand, bringing down its seemingly indestructible body. The rocks rolled down, and after a few laps there was no movement.

In the midst of the people's consternation, one after another scythes slashed out of the void, and one by one, figures shrouded in pitch-black cloaks appeared with scythes in their hands, emptying the area around the camp in the blink of an eye. Then, in silence, he drifted towards the depths of the Gobi......

As they moved away, the people in the camp couldn't help but let out a long breath and relax.

However, today was destined to be an unrestful day, and a louder trumpet sounded throughout the clear sky. With a hint of anger, the ears of everyone below were buzzing.

Another overwhelming swarm of insects emerged from the sky, flapping their wings and making a screeching noise, circling down.

Mera looked at the ever-enlarging figure and couldn't help but exclaim—Nag!