Global Gods: My Believer is Galen

Sunset dusk.

The blood-colored gravel flew up.

In the desert dyed dark red with blood, two figures were riding roaring battlefield motorcycles, stirring up pieces of dust, and the cloak of order behind them rattled in the gust of wind.

In the distance in front of them, the fiery explosion almost illuminated the sky, and it was clearly visible even hundreds of miles away.

"0325," the slightly rough-looking strong man shouted loudly, "Who do you think is so bold to attack Anzhai?"

"Who knows." Another man with a slightly feminine face said sullenly, "I guess it's another trade union or gang that doesn't have long eyes and thinks it's okay."

"Hmph, the order we finally established can't be broken like this, or when that person wakes up, it will definitely be useless to scold us." The strong man muttered, "Looks like it's time to clean up another wave of these things. Not very obedient gang."

"It's a pity."

"If that war **** was still alive, he would definitely be sad to see Anzhai being attacked."

"The **** of the third order landed here when he was carrying out his mission at the time. Later, she proposed to make this place a pure land, and the order would protect this group of harmless refugees..."

"Oh?" The feminine man was obviously taken aback, "You mean, Lord Situlan?"

"How can it be?"

"Lord Situlan is a well-known military god. She is not good-tempered. I heard that she almost killed her subordinates... Is she so kind?"

The strong man spat out phlegm and smiled: "You don't know that, do you?"

"That war god, don't look grumpy, but in fact, he is still in a good mood. The main reason for that kid was that when he was carrying out the task of maintaining order, he could wait for Lord Situlan to snipe the thugs from a long distance. The kid rushed in directly, causing the mob to be stimulated and killed thirty-two refugees..."

"Of course, this matter is not serious. After all, this is a place of lawlessness. Those refugees caught by the thugs would have died."

"But Lord Situ said that even in war, there should be a little bit of humanity."

"Perhaps this is the reason why the Situ people are against the public opinion and demand that the order will protect the pure land of Anzhai in this lawless land full of death and sin."

The feminine man blinked thoughtfully: "I didn't expect that military **** to be quite kind."

"It's no wonder that after learning of Lord Situ's death, the other three gods of order ordered the entire order to mourn at half-mast for three days. I heard that Lord Kemisi cried for three whole days, and even made a corpse for Lord Situ. Put it there."

"Yeah. It's just a pity. If Lord Situ knew that Anzhai, whom she asked to protect before, was attacked by someone... It must be very sad."

The strong man looked at the black cloth on their right arms with lost eyes.

A white saber pattern dances in the wind, and below it is a white word "dean".

"I want to see who dared to bomb Anzhai!"

Incomparable killing intent poured out of the strong man's eyes, and a hot flame burst out from his body, and an uncontrollable roar came from the flame: "I will personally send him down to apologize to Lord Situ!"

The battlefield motorcycle driven by divine power, carrying two Order Envoys, roared towards the place of the explosion.

It was full of anger.

In just half an hour, the two had already reached the edge of the explosion.

"That's it." The strong man took a deep breath, stopped his motorcycle, and looked at the dusty, gunpowder-filled land in front of him.

It was completely invisible that it was a village before.

"Be careful and prepare to fight!" The strong man whispered, and the divine power of the eleventh-order fire **** surged. The terrifying temperature distorted the air, and even the sand from the pavement was wrapped in the wind. All in front of him turned into crystal clear glass and fell to the ground.

The feminine man with the number 0325 in the Order Envoy nodded, took out a small dagger from his arms, his body gradually turned dry yellow, and his aura of divine power gradually disappeared. Completely integrated into one, it is impossible to perceive his existence at all.

This is a **** in disguise.

The God of Fire slowly walked into the sand fog swept by the wind, which was the dust lifted by the explosion.

But not long after entering the sand fog.

The fire **** suddenly stopped, looking at his feet in disbelief.

It was a crater.

To be precise, it was a crater created by the bombardment of countless shells.

The huge explosive force forcibly opened up a huge deep hole in the desert that could not be healed.

In this sand fog, the fire **** can only see a range of 100 meters, but he can only see the corner of this huge deep pit. This huge deep pit is probably tens of thousands of meters, and the depth is even higher. 100 meters!

It was as if a supreme **** had punched in this desert!

"What a terrifying destructive power." The God of Fire turned pale, squatted down and looked at the deep pit that was smoking black and still exuding a hot breath. The sand inside had been completely blown to black, even knotted. into a thin layer of glass crystals.

In the past pure land, not even a trace can be seen.

Those refugees who live and work here in peace and contentment, under this terrifying attack, even the charred corpses could not be preserved.

Picked up a pinch of sand and smelled it.

The familiar smell of sulfur rushed into the nostrils instantly.

This God of Fire suddenly stopped, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his face was full of disbelief!

"is her!"

"Who is it?" The **** of disguise, who had been disguised in the dust, asked curiously.

"This familiar fire, the smell of medicine, this terrifying explosion of divine power~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This bombing that overturned the earth..."

"Only one person can do it."

The God of Fire looked at the deep pit in front of him with a complicated expression: "The fourteenth-order war god, Situlan."

"How is it possible, Lord Situ has already..." The **** of disguise was stunned.

But at the next moment.

The two raised their heads one after another, and looked solemnly at the deep pit of the explosion.

"Ta, ta, ta."

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the coke came from the sand and fog that was set off by the explosion.

A vague figure slowly appeared in the eyes of the two Order Envoys.

for a while.

The fire **** suddenly took a step back, and the vaguely appearing figure actually completely coincided with the one in his memory...

"I've seen Lord Situ!" The fire **** said respectfully.

But at the next moment.

The figure walked through the sand fog and approached the two of them.

It was a cute little girl in a small foreign dress, a small foreign umbrella, and little pink leather shoes.

"Ah?" The fire **** was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at the little girl who looked like a little princess in front of him.

He seemed to be still wondering, how did he take such a harmless little girl as Lord Situ.

"Ahem, little sister," the God of Fire smiled awkwardly, and touched the little girl's head with a big hand: "Don't be afraid, our order will be here to protect you, tell uncle, who bombed this place?"