Global Gods: My Believer is Galen

"It's very strange." Situ Lan's voice suddenly sounded in Lin Fan's ear.

Lin Fan turned his head to look.

Situ Lan was standing beside him wearing a large medical staff white coat and a mask, pretending to be a medical staff working in the prison standing beside him.

"A fifteenth-order high **** was trapped in a house made of paper."

"You should be curious."

Situ Lan's tone was unusually calm.

"Yeah." Lin Fan nodded, "Listen to what you mean, in order to prevent this high-level **** from running rampant, the military sent so many gods to watch over it, not even a grain of sand or a piece of metal was allowed to touch him."

"He should be a very powerful high deity."

"Why can't even a piece of paper be broken?"

Situ Lan was silent for two seconds, then said slowly, "This guy is really strong."

"Almost impossible to kill."

"But now, in this paper house, he is as vulnerable as a piece of paper."

"Huh?" Lin Fan was stunned, "A fragile like a piece of paper?"

"Is he really a fifteenth-order high god?"

Lin Fan pondered.

Even a demigod is not that weak...

Situ Lan's tone was a bit complicated: "To be exact, this guy's rank is not fixed, from the first to the fifteenth rank."

"He once killed a fifteenth-order high-level **** face to face, but last time, he was caught here after being defeated by a third-order demigod with a wooden stick..."

Lin Fan was dumbfounded.

The terrifying existence that has killed the fifteenth-order high-level gods, even with a gesture, can turn the world upside down, and as a result, was defeated by a third-order demigod with a wooden stick?

"etc."

"You said his rank is uncertain?" Lin Fan frowned, "How is that possible?"

"Not sure. But the highest has the strength of the fifteenth rank." Situ Lan's tone was complicated: "This guy's priesthood is a bit strange."

"Have you heard of the God of Adaptation?"

"What?" Lin Fan was stunned.

"God of Adaptation." Situ Lan explained concisely, "This kind of priesthood is extremely rare, even rarer than the three secret gods."

"Although it doesn't have the powerful ability to manipulate time and space and change life and death like the three hidden priests."

"But this guy's ability is also very special... When he touches something, his body will become the corresponding material."

As soon as these words came out, Lin Fan froze in place.

"You mean, if you cut him with a high-level divine weapon..."

"That's right, his whole body will be made of the same material as a high-level artifact, instantly adapting to the strength of the attack." Situ Lan nodded: "This guy is almost impossible to kill, and the more powerful the attack he encounters, the more powerful he will be. The stronger you get, the more you adapt.”

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"As long as the battle does not exceed the fifteenth level, it can be said that he has no opponent."

"But it's a pity."

"The last time he met a third-order demigod with a wooden stick..." Situ Lan's expression was a little weird, as if sympathizing, and he seemed to be laughing, "Then, he was made of wood by that third-order demigod. The stick is stunned."

"Now, he is locked in a paper house, and the only thing he has contact with is paper. Even the food he eats on weekdays has been processed into nutritional paste and brought in in a paper bowl. I have been observing for so many days and have not found a chance... "

Lin Fan instantly understood why Situ Lan said that this person was as fragile as paper now.

It is true that the strength of this priesthood is too unstable. Once trapped in a paper house, it is not as good as a demigod.

"That's why, after the investigation just now, I temporarily gave up the idea of ​​forcibly bombing with firepower." Situ Lan gritted his teeth angrily, "These military people are smart enough to build him a paper house. Fragile as paper."

"If I forcibly bombard him, the violent airflow that erupts in an instant will shred him directly. Maybe he has no chance to touch the hard substance, and it will become a pile of paper scraps in an instant."

Situ Lan looked at Lin Fan: "How about it, have you come up with a solution?"

"If you feel that there is no chance, then I can only take one risk and prepare for fire bombing. I hope he has good luck."

Lin Fan shook the metal shard in the palm of his hand and said solemnly, "Just let him touch this shard, right?"

"Yeah." Situ Lan nodded, "With his ability, as long as he touches the fragments of this high-level divine weapon, it can become the same strength."

"At that time, he is equivalent to a self-propelled high-level artifact in human form, and it is impossible for these middle-level **** guards of about tenth order to stop him."

"Even if the guardian deity comes, although this guy can't beat him, he can easily escape."

Lin Fan took a deep breath: "Come with me."

...

afternoon.

The hottest time.

The hot sun shone down, making the entire Lengcui City drowsy.

But the guards of the gods in Prison Building No. 2 still scanned every detail with sharp eyes, observing the situation outside through the windows.

It's really the guy here, with an extraordinary history.

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God of adaptation.

"Okay," an officer walked in with a few boxes of mineral water: "Drink some water, don't be so nervous."

"Although this guy is very powerful, he is just a piece of waste paper in the paper house, and there is absolutely no possibility of breaking through~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Besides, there is no chance of any accidents with you here."

The guards of the gods, who were patrolling the platforms on different floors and guarding themselves, smiled.

indeed.

This No. 2 prison building can be said to be one of the most heavily guarded places in the entire Lengcui City.

The more than 300 gods guarding this place are all elite soldiers specially selected by the Lengcuicheng military.

In addition, most of the **** guards here are the **** of metal, the **** of yellow sand, the **** of wind, the **** of fire, etc., even if someone suddenly shoots bullets or throws stones at the No. 2 prison building, It is impossible to penetrate so many layers of defense even if the wind blade is blown out and the fire is released.

Even if someone launches a flood, under the protection of the eight tenth-order middle-level ocean gods, not a drop of water will enter the No. 2 prison building.

but.

These gods did not think of it.

Two thousand meters away, on the roof of a tall building, a teenager looked at Prison Building No. 2 from a distance, and took out a rifle made of rough and black iron.

"Isn't it?" Situ Lan leaned his arms against the edge of the wall and looked at Lin Fan speechlessly: "Are you going to use a gun?"

"A distance of two kilometers, you use this broken rifle?"

"Let's not talk about how far a rifle made of black iron can shoot bullets. Did you use a hammer to knock out this rifle? It's good to be able to shoot accurately within 200 meters. This is two kilometers. You want to shoot through the window. go in?"

"Besides, if the bullets really work, do you think I, the **** of war, can't use sniping? Those metal gods don't eat dry rice."

Situ Lan slammed it, and looked at the crudely made black iron rifle in Lin Fan's hand with disgust.