Global Gods: My Believer is Galen

Originally brave and fearless undead believers, under the muzzle of the Picheng policewoman, were like a group of iron and naive.

And the other side.

Principal Wang of No. 4 Middle School, who was watching the battle, blushed.

"Is this what the Ancestral Temple said to give Lin Fan a surprise?"

"Is this a **** surprise?"

Principal Wang, who was usually gentle and polite, couldn't help but utter foul language at this moment.

This battle is really a one-sided slaughter!

Of course, for Lin Fan, this might indeed be a surprise from the ancestral temple.

But Principal Wang didn't want to give Lin Fan such a surprise!

"What the **** is Zusi doing?"

Principal Wang gritted his teeth and sent a communication request.

In a beautifully decorated house.

The disconnected Zusi is watching a movie.

"Count the time, the battle is almost over."

"I don't know if Lin Fan is satisfied with the surprise I gave him."

"Hehe, Human Race believers..."

There was a confident smile on the corner of Zusi's mouth.

At this moment, the Divine Domain Link bracelet suddenly began to vibrate.

[Tips]: Received a communication request from the user [Principal Wang of Lieyang No.4 Middle School].

[Prompt]: Do you accept it?

"It looks like it's over." Zusi smiled and accepted the communication.

Before Principal Wang could speak, Zusi said in advance, "Is the battle almost over?"

"You also know that the battle is about to end?" Principal Wang gritted his teeth and said, "Then why don't you enter the virtual battlefield! That would be a one-sided massacre!"

"Haha, of course it was a one-sided massacre." Zusi smiled, "Do I still need to enter the virtual battlefield?"

Principal Wang was taken aback.

Subconsciously, I thought that the ancestral temple had given up.

But hearing the smile and confidence in Zusi's words, Principal Wang's voice trembled: "Did you make a mistake?"

"What?" Zusi was taken aback.

"In this battle, Lin Fan is slaughtering your followers!" Principal Wang gritted his teeth and said, "You only have 200 followers left, and the undead shooters and undead riders have been wiped out!"

"What? How is that possible?" Zusi was startled, then smiled: "Principal Wang, are you kidding me? Those human believers of Lin Fan..."

"His followers have rifles!" Principal Wang said directly.

Zusi's smile instantly froze, and after a few seconds he almost screamed: "Rifle? Hot weapon?"

"This, how is this possible, it's only been a month since we opened up the realm of the gods, and only thirty years have passed in the realm of the gods..."

"This…"

Zusi's face instantly paled.

Before he could say anything, Zusi hung up the communication and entered the battlefield again.

The overwhelming barrage instantly drowned his sight.

"It's over, it's over."

"Oh, the ancestral temple is online."

"Oh, it's useless to go online. Young people don't talk about martial arts, they just attack with rifles."

"This game is like playing. Cast it, Zusi."

At this moment, Zu Si left a cold sweat on his forehead.

Directly closed the barrage and looked at the battlefield of God's Domain.

I saw that in the battlefield of God's Domain, Lin Fan did not use the 400 big men at all, but let 100 female believers stand at the forefront.

One hundred rifles, the dark muzzle pointed at the remaining two hundred undead assassins and undead warriors.

The previous undead rider and undead shooter have become bones scattered all over the place.

"This... is this really a rifle?" Zu Si's face was ugly.

Judging from the traces of the battlefield, the range of this rifle is 200 meters!

And it's extremely accurate!

The remaining undead assassins and undead warriors stood 300 meters away, nervously looking at the female believers with guns, not daring to move.

"How to fight this?" Zu Si's mind went blank.

But then.

Zusi took a deep breath and managed to calm down.

As a top 16 player, as a seed player in No. 1 Middle School, his analytical power is much stronger than that of ordinary students.

Although the current situation is close to a dead end, the strength of the top sixteen is revealed.

"Low-level magic, fog!"

A divine power emanated from the ancestral temple.

The battlefield was instantly shrouded in thick fog.

"Smart." Even Principal Yang, who was extremely confident in Lin Fan, nodded slightly at this moment: "For a human shooter, the fog can block the line of sight, and this ancestral temple is very flexible."

The barrage that originally believed that the ancestral temple must lose has also changed.

"As expected of the top sixteen players, they directly discovered the flaws of these human shooters."

"The grasp of tactics is very precise."

"In this way, those female shooters are useless and will not pose a threat at all, and the four hundred big men seem to be very weak now. If they are confronted by the undead warriors and assassins of the Ancestral Temple, the outcome is hard to say."

The audience, who had been somewhat disinterested at first, became interested again.

The outcome of the battle became confusing.

"Is it foggy?"

Lin Fan looked at the thick fog rising below and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

As the **** of elements, you can use the power of any element.

It also includes the power of wind mastered by Zusi, the wind god.

"Low-level magic, gust of wind."

A gust of wind blew across the battlefield.

But before the gust of wind cleared the fog, Zusi said slowly, "Followers, charge!"

There was the sound of hurried, heavy footsteps in the fog.

The undead warrior who was still hesitating at first, with the encouragement of the gods, rushed directly to the team of the Picheng policewomen under the cover of the fog.

The four brothers in the grass standing behind the Picheng policewomen's face tightened, and they were about to drag their tired bodies to rush forward.

After all, hand-to-hand combat is their job.

Now these Picheng policewomen are blocked by the fog and have lost the ability to strike from a long distance, so they can't face this kind of charge at all.

but.

"No need." The Picheng policewomen whispered.

At the same time, a sound of metal falling to the ground suddenly sounded in the fog.

[Yordle Trap] Activate!

The Picheng policewomen took out the traps one by one from the trap bags around their waists and threw them into the fog.

A leather city policewoman who can carry three traps with her.

On the ground shrouded in fog, three hundred traps were laid out neatly.

Between the policewoman in Picheng and the undead warriors who are charging, it is densely packed!

The scene suddenly quieted down.

From the depths of the fog, the sound of swift footsteps and breathing came closer and closer, and those undead warriors and undead assassins strode towards the Picheng policewoman under the shroud of the fog.

But then.

"Click!"

A crisp sound rang out. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Trap activated.

"what!"

There was an exclamation of an undead warrior in the fog, but then he said: "It's okay, I can break free, you guys go first!"

But what the undead warrior didn't know was.

The moment he stepped on the trap.

The muzzle of a Piedmont policewoman turned instantly.

Crossing the occlusion of the fog, he pointed to the undead warrior who stepped on the trap with great precision.

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