Global Gods: My Believer is Galen

But looking at those human races who are muscular and powerful like brothers...

"Wait." Huang Hao, who was sneering, looked at the believers over there, and suddenly froze: "Then... those human believers are all second-order?"

Huang Hao was a little nervous for a while.

But then, he gritted his teeth fiercely: "Just right, let him achieve my prestige."

Even if these second-order human races are a little strong, what can they do?

At most it looks scary.

My own desert snake man, but a desert killer born with poison and sharp teeth!

Moreover, there is a trace of demon blood!

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in the auditorium hall.

Looking at the muscular, burly and powerful human race in the projection, everyone gasped, and the disdain in their eyes turned into shock.

"Is this really a human race?"

"Good guy, I'm so direct, good guy!"

"This developed muscle, even a tauren doesn't have it, right?"

"How did this kid do it? And... almost all of them are second-order?"

One after another exclamation sounded.

I really didn't expect that the originally weak human race would become so strong in Lin Fan's hands.

In the front row, seven figures with a faint brilliance, the whole body is filled with splendid divine power, swaying and shining.

Those who can sit here are the school leaders and teachers of the third and fourth middle schools.

There is also the referee from the competition side who is standing in the middle, with a burly body and a serious look holding his chest.

The headmaster of No. 4 Middle School, who had just laughed and said, "My No. 4 High School is sure to win," turned a little green, and turned to look at Fatty Yang: "I said, can you still play in No. 3 High School?"

One finger pointed at Lin Fan's Divine Realm in the projection.

Four hundred muscular men, armed with huge weapons and full of iron armor, stood neatly together.

This scene is very oppressive.

The tone of the principal of No. 4 Middle School was very complicated.

I can't stand it.

Anyone who sees this group of Tier 2 fighters suddenly appearing in the City League's freshman competition will collapse.

This is at least a level that will only appear in the second semester of high school!

And you have to be a top student!

Few of the new batch of freshmen are able to cultivate fifty madmen, so why are you all second-tier?

Seeing this, Bald Yang and Yi Rubing on the side looked at each other.

"Pharaoh, don't worry. Teacher Yi, let me ask you, what's going on?" Baldy Yang pointed at the 400 big men on the projection screen with an ugly expression: "What's going on?"

There was a tone of rebuke and blame in his tone.

"Ah, that's right." Yi Rubing's expression was as calm as usual, but there was a hint of pride and joy in her eyes, "Our students are at this level, so I can't do anything about it!"

"Oh, that's it." Bald Yang nodded clearly and sighed: "I thought Principal Wang was disgusting us for being too poor, Principal Wang, there's nothing we can do, we only have this strength, don't look down on us. ."

The principal of No. 4 Middle School on the side was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Do I despise your poor level?

I'm so...

"Hey, Principal Wang, don't dislike it. Our No. 3 middle school doesn't care about winning or losing. I'm not interested in the ranking of the competition." Yang Baldzi sighed: "But if you lose, you will inevitably be embarrassed. You are right."

The tone is very aggrieved.

It's as if the strength of their own dispatch is too poor, and they are ready to lose.

But everyone could see the undisguised smile on Yang Bald's mouth.

Principal Wang and the teachers of No. 4 Middle School were very embarrassed.

But at this time can't say much.

because.

In order to win this game, they really used some small tricks!

"Then let's see."

"Let me tell you, this Huang Hao from our fourth middle school was killed by his ancestors from the **** plane!"

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In the virtual battlefield of God's Domain.

The pre-war preparations have entered the final countdown.

Huang Hao's face was solemn, but there was a bit of confidence in his eyes.

"You are strong."

"But it's just an ordinary top student."

"With nearly 400 second-order human races, it can indeed sweep other people."

"But it's not enough to deal with me."

"My ancestor, but a middle-level god, was a **** who was killed from hell!"

He spoke these encouraging words softly.

At the same time, make battle arrangements for your own belief race.

"[Race interface]

【Name】: Bloomer Archibald

【Race】: Desert Snake

[Level]: first order

[Belief]: God of the Desert (loyal fanatic)

[God's Choice]: Not selected (need to consume millions of divine power)

[Divine Art]: Poison Fang, Stamina Bonus, Drought Endurance Bonus, Desert Movement Bonus, Abyssal Power

[Ability details]: Constitution 7 (powerful constitution as a beast), Strength 6 (common strength in the first order), Speed ​​8 (the dexterity and agility of snakes in the first order), Magic 0 (magic? What magic?)

"

In addition, there are also first-order desert lizardmen who act as warriors.

A first-order desert wizard as a mage.

As well as a group of camel demihumans that can act as shooters.

For desert combat, this is the most suitable match.

And among these first-order races, there are also a hundred second-order believers mixed in.

But these did not give Huang Hao self-confidence.

What can bring Huang Hao confidence is the "power of the abyss" on the panel.

Huang Hao looked down, and the formation was arranged below. The four hundred believers, who were billowing with dust, were looking at the other side of the God Realm with gloomy eyes.

These believers all had a tyrannical scarlet in their eyes, and the red eyes had no sense or emotion, and they screamed almost instinctively, looking almost crazy.

"In order to win the game, I poured demon blood on them."

"Even if it is still a first-order race."

"But as long as you enter the battle and activate the blood of the devil in your body, you can transform into a second-order race and enter a state of extreme madness."

"An ordinary top student, without the heritage brought by ancestors, is nothing to worry about."

Thinking of the rich rewards after winning and the importance of the freshman competition, Huang Hao's eyes became more and more excited.

"Let's fight."

"Let me see how powerful your human race is!"

"The glory of the ancestors, I will inherit it!"

[Hint]: The barrier barrier of God's Domain is completely shattered.

[Tips]: The two gods are connected in a simulated battle.

[Tips]: The battle begins!

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And the other side.

In the command room of a high-level military officer ~www.NovelMTL.com~ various high-precision instruments flashed rapidly, and the monitoring of each street was all over the wall.

Lin Weimao stared at the wall intently. The powerful blessing of divine power allowed him to observe tens of thousands of surveillance images at the same time.

Long Yitong held a cup beside him and said, "Okay, don't you always want our son to be an ordinary civil servant, and even set an example all these years to help him set this goal."

"Now my son just doesn't inherit our talent, and only the ordinary human race is regarded as a religious race."

"Don't be upset anymore."

Lin Weimao rubbed his face: "That's what I said... but I still feel uncomfortable."

Suddenly, a slightly fat middle-aged man walked in. Although he was fat, it could be seen from the scar on his forehead that this man was by no means a simple character when he was young, and there was a trace of battle-tested ruthlessness in his eyebrows.

"Okay, Lao Lin, don't bother." The middle-aged man smiled and shook his wristband and turned on the projection function: "The City League Freshman Tournament has begun, let's see if there are any good seedlings, and bring them in later. "