The Illusion God Lord looked at the Illusion God Warriors before him with satisfaction. This was when the warriors of the Illusion God Race were at their strongest.
The Illusion God Race had never been a weak race.
Illusion Art was only one part of their combat prowess.
Illusion Formations were merely one of their specialties. The Illusion God Race could fuse with any race, gaining greater strength and greater potential.
But this fusion was irreversible. Soldiers of the Illusion God Race who completed it would lose their ability to fuse forever.
Under normal circumstances, no member of the Illusion God Race would willingly resort to such methods.
Though they could gain tremendous strength, they would lose the means that allowed them to move about freely.
After all, the Illusion God Race traveled the world in illusory forms, and very few races could threaten them.
With their lives assured, no one would willingly expend their Illusion God Power.
But that was no longer an option. Over the past few years, the war had grown increasingly fierce, and the entire battlefield had slipped beyond their control.
The Illusion God Race truly could not hold out any longer.
Under these circumstances, the Illusion God Lord could only resort to his last option.
Vast numbers of Illusion Gods entered fusion mode.
Naturally, the first to undergo fusion were those Illusion Gods with little potential.
These Illusion Gods were ordinary members of the Illusion God Race. They were not particularly strong and could only serve as the first wave of cannon fodder.
The vast numbers of puppets and Insect Race cannon fodder had been prepared for them.
Time was short, and there were not enough members of other races available for fusion.
The Illusion God Race could only resort to this inferior solution.
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