Global Gods: My Believer is Galen

Blood and minced meat flew.

Those camel centaurs and desert wizards who were originally supporting them were not races that were good at melee combat.

This is also the reason why Huang Hao let the desert snakemen and desert lizardmen fight on the frontal battlefield.

But now, one hundred Wuji Juggernaut suddenly appeared in the formation along with the sword light, madly waving the sharp swords in their hands.

Every sword contains the Way of Promise, the sword glow is piercing, and there are wisps of vague sword energy that follow it.

The most important thing is that, under the Wuji swordsmanship, every time these Wuji sword saints cut three swords, they will attack with double swords at the same time!

The head of Debon rushed directly into the formation, and the camel centaurs didn't react at all, only to see a long spear already pointed at the throat, easily pierced!

Under the passive blessing, the German chief wielding a spear is like a desert meat grinder.

The camel centaur still wanted to run away, and distanced himself.

But when they moved their hooves, they suddenly found that they were struggling!

The deceleration effect of Debon's Fearless Charge will not give them the possibility of escaping at all!

At this moment, the centaur, who was originally known for its strength, was like a chopping block in the face of the Debon chief and the Promise Juggernaut.

There is no fighting back!

It's a massacre!

The tip of the spear and the sword glow crossed, each time making the sound of cutting flesh.

On the frontal battlefield, Garen, who was holding a long sword, even beat those desert snakemen who couldn't lift their heads. A desert serpent roared out of the sand, opened its fangs, and headed straight for a Garen's throat.

But before she could rush out of the sand, the huge sword had smashed her back hard.

Although the Prince of Demacia was not as fierce as Galen, his long lance was amazing. The giant dragon struck and spread out, and the lance easily pierced through two or three desert snakes and desert lizardmen.

Especially because of the passive existence, Prince Demacia caused huge damage every time he attacked.

"Fatal Strike!"

"For justice!"

"For Demacia!"

The battle is one-sided.

The originally dry desert, under the nourishment of this blood, actually had a muddy feeling, and the withered yellow sand became bright red.

"If this continues, within ten minutes, the battle will be over." Lin Fan looked at the battlefield below, thinking in his heart.

And the other side.

Huang Hao stood quietly in the air, looking at the battlefield below without saying a word.

Looking at the believers who were unilaterally slaughtered below, Huang Hao's eyes became calmer, and there was no panic.

It was as if he had known this scene for a long time.

It seemed that this scene was exactly what he expected.

"Continue, continue to die." Huang Hao's eyes had a few more bloodshots, and he repeated in a low voice.

Seeing that some desert snakemen who were scared to death were still running away, Huang Hao waved his hand and continued to direct them forward.

The blood splattered in the desert is like blooming and blooming coquettish red flowers.

"It's a stupid strategic approach to confront these Terran warriors."

Huang Hao said in a low voice, "But only in this way can the power of the abyss in these snake people begin to wake up."

This is Huang Hao's trump card.

Trade death for power.

This is the power of the abyss that belongs only to the devil.

That is an extremely powerful force.

But the premise is that there must be enough death, enough blood.

As long as it is used, the power that erupts is comparable to that of a Tier 3 believer!

"This is the life of the protagonist, leapfrog battle."

Huang Hao showed a stern sneer.

In the virtual battlefield, the brutal battle continues.

But anyone could see that the first-order desert races like Huang Hao would soon be wiped out.

Lin Fan's second-tier strong human race simply hit the heads of these first-tier believers. Every second, three or five desert snakemen fell down with wailing.

Blood has dyed a desert red.

This is the crushing of the high-level on the low-level, which cannot be compensated by any environmental factors.

Huang Hao's eyes became more and more scarlet.

"Yes, that's it."

"The more people die, the more demon blood flows out."

"I don't care about the lives of these believers!"

"Don't say it's just in a virtual battlefield, even if it's a real battle of gods in the realm of the gods, I don't care about these believers!"

A strange sense of power appeared in his body, and that power made his heart become violent.

Wait until there are only more than fifty believers of the original four hundred desert races.

Huang Hao slowly closed his eyes, a gloomy aura that seemed to come from the abyss of **** permeated his body and projected onto the entire virtual battlefield.

"It's a worthwhile death."

"Now, it's time to pay off."

"Dedicate your soul and flesh to the abyss!"

"Dedicate your soul!"

"Serve the devil!"

[Record]: Your believers obeyed your call and made sacrifices in the abyss.

[Record]: Under the influence of the power of the abyss of hell, the physique of your followers is permanently reduced by 2 points.

[Record]: The blood of the devil is boiling, and your believers are eroded by the power of the abyss. They become slaves of the devil and enjoy the power from the plane of hell.

[Record]: Your believers enter a state of madness.

[Record]: Your believers have skyrocketed in strength and become a Tier 3 race. This state will be maintained for three hours.

The panel in front of Huang Hao kept refreshing the data.

At the same time, Huang Hao's straight posture became bent like a beast, and he let out a deep gasp.

"Hahaha, hahahaha."

"Power from the abyss hell."

"This is the forbidden power handed down from the ancestors!"

Looking at the data on the panel, Huang Hao felt the boiling blood in his body, and Huang Hao's shoulders kept shrugging.

A suppressed laughter came from under the lowered face, and the laughter grew louder and louder.

In the end, it turned into hysterical laughter: "Hahaha! Is this the power of the abyss?"

Huang Hao raised his head.

A pair of eyes are already bloodshot, extremely red, mixed with crazy killing intent and tyranny.

Even the sound seemed to come from the bones, and it was extremely infiltrating.

"I can feel...the abyss~www.novelmt.com~ At this moment, the entire auditorium hall is silent.

Everyone was dumbfounded by the sudden change.

"This is the breath of the Devil's Plane..." The military youth beside the red-haired woman flashed gloomy eyes: "General..."

The hand has already subconsciously touched the black lacquer gun handle on his waist.

This is a holy spear with eighth-order divine power, and it is a weapon equipped by the military.

"Don't mess around." The red-haired woman shook her head slightly, Mei Mei looked at Huang Hao with a dignified look, "This is what his ancestors brought back from the demon plane, and it is a legitimate trophy."

"We have no right to interfere."

And the other side.

Bald Yang, who was originally smiling, was also startled, his eyes widened: "Pharaoh, are you not being kind?"