730: C730 Over a Thousand Level 10 Fanatics

C730 Over a Thousand Level 10 Fanatics

Sometimes, white lies can motivate people.

"'Ding! ' Level 10 Berserker + 1502... '"

The System Sound suddenly rang in his ears, causing Faang Fann's body to tremble.

Just now, he thought that he had seen wrongly. After carefully checking a few times, he finally believed it.

The number of level ten fanatics suddenly increased by more than 1,500.

This... can only be said to be a miracle!

The rarity of fanatics was self-evident!

Up until now, in the Temple of the Desolate God, there were only two zealots...

They were Zhou Kaitian and Zhang Ao.

The reason these two were able to become Desolate God's level ten fanatics was because of them. It was all because Faang Fann had told them that Desolate God was Faang Fann himself, and that they worshipped Fang Fan. That was why they had such a degree of faith.

What about these Desolation Race? This was the first time Faang Fann had seen them.

He didn't even say anything.

All of them became fanatics?

The Desolation Race's faith in Desolate God had reached a whole new level!

"Very good!"

"Very good!!"

Faang Fann took a deep breath. The smile on his face could no longer be hidden.

More than 1,500 level 10 fanatics had been added at once. How much more faith power would he gain every day?

A level 10 fanatical believer could provide a trace of faith power every day, which was 100 threads of faith power!

It was a hundred times more than a level 7 to 9 devotee! A thousand times that of a level 4 to 6 shallow believer! Ten thousand times more than a level one to level three general believer!

One against ten thousand! That's how strong it is!

"A mad believer can provide 100 threads of faith energy per day, 1,500 plus... 150,000 threads of faith energy per day..."

"150,000... and it's only a day's harvest!"

"One month... That's 4.5 million..."

"Hiss..."

"The faith power that was originally produced by the hundred thousand believers under my command is only around two hundred thousand in a month... "

"It's not even a fraction of the fifteen hundred crazy believers of the Desolation Race!"

"The power of faith can be exchanged for the same value as the Apocalyptic Point... 4.5 million threads of the power of faith can be exchanged for 4.5 million Apocalyptic Point..."

"I'm rich!"

These numbers flashed across Faang Fann's mind once more. The smile on Faang Fann's face could no longer be stopped!

This was simply too awesome!0

"Great Desolate God, you... What happened to you..."

The withered old man from the Desolation Race looked at Faang Fann, who was smiling foolishly for no reason. He was a little confused.

"Er... It's nothing. I'm very happy that I was able to meet you here!"

"In the future, don't expose my identity in front of outsiders! I'm heavily injured and am unable to use my godly power! I must slowly conceal myself!"

" I have never forgotten about the Desolation Race! "

Faang Fann said frankly. He admired the unyielding character of the warriors of the Desolation Race and their unwavering loyalty.

Their loyalty should be rewarded!

"Great Desolate God! The humble believers will follow your will!"

The withered old man from the Desolation Race knelt down again.

Faang Fann also felt helpless. He always liked to kneel... He couldn't bear it!

"Today, I have created a new force, the Human Emperor Hall!"

"From now on, you all will follow them and call me Palace Master... or... you can also call me Master!"

Faang Fann muttered softly. The choice was in the hands of these Desolation Race.

"Yes, Master!"

Without any exception, all the people of the Desolation Race chose the latter name.

"Women and children of Desolation Race, I will send them to Human Emperor Hall to live and prosper. Don't let them run around with us again!"

"As for the warriors of the Desolation Race! I need your help now!"

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