Lin Changkong had thought it through.
Rather than spend time reclaiming the fifty million people of the Second Sword Branch, it would be better to use that time for a final war mobilization, raising the fighting conviction of the one billion Swordgod Lin Clan members to its utmost peak.
When those billion people fused into a single iron plate, when no one feared death, the number of people who ultimately died would instead be the lowest.
Before, it had only been a starship war!
Now, it was a clash of flesh and blood, blades meeting at close quarters!
In a war of this scale, the contest of wills between both sides would absolutely be the key to deciding victory or defeat.
People were not machines!
The difference between fearing death and not fearing death, between having conviction and having none, was enormous.
Faith had never meant worshipping a particular god.
Perseverance, fearlessness, great love, inheritance, and sacrifice were all faiths within people's hearts.
Defending one's homeland, driving out foreign invaders, and protecting one's descendants were all unshakable faiths!
Looking at the Swordgod Lin Clan at this moment, who would still dare say that not joining a religion meant having no faith?
Home and country were true faith!
Lin Changkong's declaration sent the blood of the billion Swordgod Lin Clan members surging, their battle intent flourishing.
"Launch the starships, slay the invaders!"
"Swordgod Lin Clan, the entire populace goes to war—kill!!"
Thus, since the pursuit battle began, the scene that most shattered the hearts of the five hundred thousand astral gods of the Second Demon-Subduing Army appeared.
When the Galaxy Swords formed the Number Eight Sword Formation and unleashed their first wave of attacks, once more piercing through the Second Demon-Subduing Army's starship formation, those Galaxy Swords did not recombine into