Global Gods: My Believer is Galen

Glancing at the middle-aged man, Lin Weimao waved his hand: "Fatty Cao, forget it, my son is so useless, how can I still be in the mood to watch the freshman competition?"

"Hey, that's right, it's still my son who is amazing. I haven't polished it for more than two years, and today I've turned over four second-year students..." The middle-aged man opened the game screen of the City League Freshman Tournament.

But the next moment.

The smile on his face froze.

"Old, Lao Lin."

"You're talking about the trash son, isn't it him?"

The middle-aged man widened his eyes and pointed to the figure of a young man on the projection screen.

Although vague, the facial features can still be recognized.

"Stop joking, how could my son be in the freshman league..." Lin Weimao turned his head impatiently.

Just took a look.

"I'm Cao! Isn't that my son?" Lin Weimao's face changed suddenly, and he was stunned for a long time in disbelief.

"There is no one in the third high school?"

"Or just look alike?"

Knowing son Moruo father.

As Lin Fan's father, Lin Weimao could tell at a glance that the boy who was preparing for a battle was his son Lin Fan!

But even if he recognized it, Lin Weimao couldn't believe it.

After all, the human race, as a religious race, is a poor student even if it is placed in a freshman, and cannot be compared with the top students who have orcs as a religious race.

Even less likely to be selected to participate in any freshman game.

"Human believers... oh, they are really human believers." The middle-aged man looked at the picture in the projection carefully, and suddenly heaved a sigh of relief.

It's really those human races... a little different!

A group of strong men with muscles as big as big brothers can kill a cow with one punch!

"Is this really a human race?"

"And it's still Tier 2? All Tier 2?"

Cao Deshuang was a little stunned at this moment. Even after a hundred battles, he had never seen a human race with such exaggerated muscles.

Although the human race will become stronger in the later stage, it is not the muscles that become stronger, but the various technologies and weapons developed by the high IQ, and under the blessing of faith, there is no human hero in the ten thousand.

And these human races in front of them, that developed muscles can't even match the second-order half-orcs.

Could it be that they are all human heroes?

This…

"Hey...Isn't this the human race my son was talking about?" Lin Weimao was also confused, but then thoughtfully: "Xiaofan seemed to have asked me yesterday, saying that there is a game today, do you want to go and watch..."

"Why didn't you go?" Long Yitong scolded a little: "Xiaofan finally played a freshman competition, but you didn't go and didn't tell me?"

Lin Weimao was speechless: "When I heard that he was four human races, I just thought it was some kind of private competition between poor students... Who would have thought that four human races could go to the freshman competition?"

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it." Cao Deshuang waved his hand, "Let's just watch it quietly, hehe, I've heard of Huang Hao across from him. His family has demon blood. This is a bit interesting."

"Battle begins!"

The sound came from the projection.

The battle begins.

Looking at the fully connected barrier of the God's Domain, Lin Fan's face became serious.

Although the opponent's desert orcs are only first-order, they look a little weak.

But there is a saying that is good.

A lion fights a rabbit, and it takes all the effort.

"Go forward." Lin Fan whispered.

The burly Garen rushed in front, followed by the Demacian prince carrying the long lance, while the Debon general and the juggernaut, who had the ability to assault, guard the wings, ready to deal with the fast-moving camel centaurs.

"For the gods!"

"For justice!"

"Situation precedes brute force!"

"Under the guidance of the Lord God Hephaestus, sprint!"

The four clan teams shouted slogans and charged towards the other side's Desert God Realm with high morale.

Lin Fan was not afraid of a head-on impact at all, and even looked forward to such a head-on-face situation.

After all, with an average height of more than two meters and a weight of more than two hundred kilograms, the Galen family, who are well-developed and muscular, wear iron armor, and wield giant swords, are not afraid of any collision at all.

At this time, Lin Fan also saw the hostile race that rushed out of the wild sand.

The formation is messy, and generally only one order.

Those desert serpents and half-lizardmen in Garen's burly stature were so small and thin to His Majesty, they crawled and roared forward.

The scales are dull.

Although it has the home field advantage of the desert terrain, it is far less fast than Garen.

This is the ability of the second-order to the first-order to crush.

Moreover, in terms of equipment, warriors who can wear heavy armor also have more advantages than these snake people who only wear common clothes.

The only thing that surprised Lin Fan was that there was a faint red light in the eyes of these hostile races, which seemed to have a special kind of violent aura.

"But is it a bit naive to want to confront my Galen Legion head-on?"

"Second-order races, the average attributes are around ten points, and the first-order races with only a few points of these attributes can be completely crushed."

"Even in the desert home field, it can't make up for anything."

This was also the reason why Lin Fan dared to let his followers rush directly into the other party's desert gods.

If it is a battle between the same level, the home court is very important.

For example, the strength of the elves in the forest is enough to make any race vigilant.

But second-order races deal with first-order races, even if there is a home field factor, it will not change anything.

This is the crushing of ability.

Under Lin Fan's steady gaze, 400 big men had already sprinted to the Desert God Realm and collided with those loose hostile races!

At the moment of the collision, the Galens fiercely raised the thick iron epee in their hands!

"The light of Demacia will shake the world!"

"Never waver!"

"The scourge of evil!"

"kill!"

The heavy swords of the Galens slammed down. Like a mighty force.

And those desert snakemen who emerged from the gravel had no chance to resist the heavy sword at all, and fell seven or eight in just one face-to-face.

Others can only rely on the advantage of the highly poisonous fangs and swimming in the sand.

Even the desert lizardmen who were warriors couldn't compete with Garen's mighty heavy epee due to his thin body and the short sword in his hand.

As for the defense that scales can provide them, it is minimal.

The desert wizards in the back chanted in unison.

The camel centaurs on both sides moved their thick hooves, bursting with incomparable speed in the desert, and shot arrows with bows between the walks.

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The desert wizard just chanted two words.

Those camel centaurs were just picking up bows and arrows.

A voice suddenly rang in their ears.

"The spear is still there!"

"By my king's orders!"

"The soul of a warrior has never been shattered!"

"Although there are many enemies, they will be cut with one blow!"

"Blade and body."

"This will be a painful lesson!"

At a terrifying speed, Diandianhanmang rushed directly to the side of those desert wizards and camel centaurs.

One after another sword light suddenly appeared out of thin air, flying around them, blood everywhere!