"Unexpectedly, it can sever my divine arts connection..."
The golden energy humanoid paused in place, no longer chasing after the next vanishing believer, and slowly uttered a sentence.
As a consciousness born from the faith of believers, it, for the first time, experienced the taste of fear like its followers, a fear of the unknown.
Something was clearly continuously stripping away its believers and strength, steadily compressing its survival space.
But it did not even know what that something was, and could not even manage to see it face to face.
"I must do something..."
As a newly born consciousness, the only intelligence it possessed was the strategy of opposing those planetary rulers, granted by the believers.
The only solution it could think of was to imitate the means of dealing with the planetary rulers, to cultivate believers.
To cultivate as many believers as possible!
