Global Gods: My Believer is Galen

Lin Fan watched helplessly as Situlan and her army of believers fell bit by bit and were beaten down by those virtual soldiers.

Finally couldn't hold back.

Lin Fan knew that there would be a freshman match next, and he needed to preserve his strength against Zhao Yaxin.

But if Situ Lan is defeated by this **** of technology, then a fifth-order low-level **** of himself will not even have a chance to make a splash, and he will be killed by this guy sent by the Meihuang in minutes.

Really got there.

No matter how much strength you save, it's all in vain, and you don't even have a chance to enter the arena of the freshman competition.

The most important thing now is to survive from this **** of technology!

At this moment, Lin Fan no longer had any reservations!

"Holy area!"

Lin Fan spit out two words coldly.

The 690-square-kilometer Divine Realm spread out behind Lin Fan, rolling snow-capped mountains and scorching deserts in this virtual space.

Under the altar of the source of the gods.

More than 6,000 believers have assembled, and under the leadership of the Chosen One, they slowly walked out of the Divine Realm.

The believers had already felt Lin Fan's anger, standing behind Lin Fan, staring at the virtual products.

Big Garen frowned slightly: "This world is so strange."

Prince Demacia looked at the virtual soldiers, his eyes repelling: "What is emotionless, do you know what justice is?"

Morgana waved her broken wings, her purple eyes disdainful: "Poor ants, if my soul is twisted and depraved, then... you are not even qualified to be depraved."

Thresh shook the icy chain, his voice seemed to come from the netherworld: "These souls are not sweet at all...if they are souls."

Those who reacted the most were the desert gods of death. The dog-heads looked at the products of lifeless cold data, with instinctive disgust in their eyes: "Soulless guy, disgusting breath."

"Lord God, let's shred them!"

"Fight for the great Hephaestus!"

The thirteen chosen ones knelt down with a bang.

Behind them, the believers of the thirteen tribes also knelt down.

And the other side.

Seeing Lin Fan's followers, the God of Technology was once again slightly taken aback.

"The human believers and desert races on the data are nothing more than that."

"Why do so many strange races come out again... How come even the undead race and the demon race come out..."

"This kid..."

The **** of technology licked his lips, his face was extremely excited: "It really gave me a big surprise!"

The more believers Lin Fan showed, the more he could learn!

Perhaps for other gods, the unknown represented fear.

But for this **** of technology, the unknown represents an opportunity for independent upgrades!

Thinking of Lin Fan's previous weird shot, the **** of technology was extremely eager in his heart. Looking at the army of Situlan and the believers who were fighting with the virtual soldiers, a trace of impatience flashed in his eyes.

"Stop attacking."

"Prepare for the next battle."

At this time, Situ Lan, in his opinion, has no value in learning.

He has thoroughly mastered Situ Lan's firepower tactics, and he has also learned Situ Lan's melee combat ability perfectly.

The most important thing now is that this kid in front of him is full of weirdness!

This is a brand new textbook!

Those virtual soldiers who had been fighting with the army of believers just now received the order and stopped attacking instantly.

Without any feeling of love for war, they dodged the attacking attack with a strange posture. With the blessing of terrifying computing power, these virtual soldiers figured out a safe retreat route surrounded by many believers. They were like ghosts. retreat.

Standing in front of the **** of technology, their expressions were as cold as ever.

"Lin Fan..." The **** of technology looked at the boy from a distance and smiled: "Now, it's the battle between you and me."

Lin Fan didn't bother to take a look at the **** of technology, and with an army of more than 6,000 believers, he walked to Situ Lan in a mighty manner.

Looking at the believers and soldiers who were knocked to the ground and covered in bruises, Lin Fan lifted up Situ Lan, who was pale, and said lightly, "Come behind me."

"Lin Fan!" Situ Lan clenched her saber and looked at Lin Fan tremblingly, her face full of stubbornness and anger: "Who told you to shoot!"

"Back off! The old lady is going to hack that counterfeit to death herself!"

Lin Fan: "…"

Are you still going to continue?

However, Lin Fan could understand Situ Lan's anger.

After all, the dignified military **** was defeated by a group of virtual data, using the skills learned from himself. This is simply the biggest shame.

"Okay, it's not that you can't do it, the main thing is that this guy is simply restraining your natural enemy."

Lin Fan patted Situ Lan on the shoulder and comforted: "You have protected me many times, this time, I will protect you."

Situ Lan's little face was even more ugly: "Fart, I still need you as a brat..."

Only half said.

Situ Lan rolled her eyes, her immature body leaned back, and her whole body had passed out of a coma.

Lin Fan hurriedly picked up Situ Lan's small body, looked at this cute and delicate little girl and the stabbed and ripped shoulders, helplessly pouted, "You've already become a little girl, why are you still so stubborn..."

Lin Fan turned around and handed Situ Lan to the Chosen One of the Feng Nu family: "Go and settle her in the back."

Done.

Lin Fan turned around, looked at the **** of technology standing behind the virtual soldier, and sighed.

"In the beginning, I was thinking about how to live from your hands."

"But unfortunately."

"You hurt Situ Lan."

"Now, you have to die here."

The **** of technology frowned slightly, as if it was interesting: "Why are you so angry when I hurt her?"

"Poor data, you will never be able to understand the emotions of the gods." Lin Fan smiled, "The evolution of self-righteousness, in fact, in the final analysis, it is still a program that can only do math problems."

"Can you understand what a friend is?"

Although Situ Lan didn't have a good temper with Lin Fan on weekdays, she had a cold attitude that she had to protect Lin Fan just to make a deal with someone.

But Lin Fan could feel the tofu heart beneath the mouth of this military god's knife.

What's more, Situ Lan saved Lin Fan many times.

Lin Fan had long regarded Situlan as a friend. If it wasn't for this woman being a little scary, Lin Fan would have other ideas... But anyway, it's impossible for Lin Fan to not be angry with Situlan like this. of.

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It was the first time that Lin Fan had such a strong killing intent. Beneath that calm smile was endless anger.

"Hmm." The **** of technology was not at all displeased, but smiled: "I don't know if anger is interfering with your judgment, but you have a strange self-confidence."

"Now I have clearly mastered all the data of this war god, and have her firepower output ability and tactical awareness, as well as her melee fighting skills."

"In other words, the virtual creature I created at will is Situ Lan, who has terrifying computing power and can perfectly exert his strength."

"Having the strength surpassing Situ Lan, a fourth-order military god, to deal with a fifth-order low-level **** like you, you don't even need hand-to-hand combat. You only need a simple firepower coverage, and you and your army of believers will die directly."

"So, with this difference in data, why are you so confident?" The God of Technology looked at Lin Fan with a smile. Latest URL:

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