Global Gods: My Believer is Galen

"Captain, you're right!" The hunting team member looked awe-inspiring: "I didn't expect you to be so smart!"

Duke Gucci also feels that he seems to have become smarter after following the Young Wolf Lord for the past two days.

Enjoying this kind of gaze again, Duke Gucci was in a good mood at the moment, and chuckled: "Haha, it's better to teach by the Young Wolf Lord!"

In his heart, the admiration for the Young Wolf Lord became even more profound.

And the other side.

The chaotic fight ended faster than expected.

The main reason is that all the gods killed the red eye in the end. At the beginning, whoever held the key died, and everyone killed each other around the key.

Later, some wise gods suddenly discovered a fact.

That is, if things go on like this, as long as they stand here, they are all enemies!

Don't care if there is a key in hand, everyone is running for the key! Came to hide from God!

Then why have to kill the man with the key, there are other gods to kill him anyway.

If you want to eliminate your opponents more directly and reduce competition, you can directly kill those gods who are still concentrating on grabbing the keys and only want to kill the person who holds the keys.

Then.

Regardless of whether you took the key or not, all the gods started a melee.

Some gods felt that something was wrong and wanted to run, but at this time they were all red-eyed, and there was no chance to run.

In this way, the speed of death is greatly improved.

Originally, whoever took the key would die. Everyone died one by one. More than a thousand people might have to die for more than an hour.

In such an indiscriminate melee, more than a thousand people, each one killed one, instantly became five hundred people.

Five hundred people each killed one, two hundred and fifty people.

This is simply an exponential reduction.

And the killing scene has become more and more bloody, making people feel like they are in hell.

In fact, Crowley said, the **** under his rule was not so bloody.

Countless gods looked like madmen. In this werewolf village, they fought together with twisted faces. Even if they suffered countless knives on their bodies, they would kill the gods who robbed the gods in front of them.

"God Tibetan is mine!"

"mine!"

The fierce fighting and roaring, as well as the fierce collision of divine arts, woke up the werewolf residents in the village who had already fallen asleep, and they all ran over to watch the fun.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but take a deep breath.

On the one hand, he wondered why so many gods went to the werewolf village by themselves, and also went to the werewolf restaurant by themselves, and even killed each other.

On the one hand, it is shocking, this **** kills gods, but it is much more ruthless than their werewolves!

"Fuck, more than a thousand gods, even if we go to the wolf village and let us kill, we have to kill for two hours!"

"Don't say that the killing is over, if more than a thousand gods resisted together, maybe they would be able to rush out some!"

"What do these gods mean? They ran to our tribe, ran to the door of our restaurant, and killed themselves. Are they feeding us?"

"These gods... are all good people!"

"Thank you for the gift of nature!"

For a time, these werewolf residents who were awakened couldn't understand the situation. They didn't dare to get close to these crazy gods. They watched carefully from a distance while discussing carefully.

Some women have already run home to get their bags, ready to pack them home later...

It was only five minutes, and only two gods were left standing there full of blood.

They are uncle and nephew.

In this chaotic fight, it seems that only blood can be trusted. The two have been working together to fight the enemy, but they have survived to the end.

Under their feet, blood was flowing and the soil was soaked red.

The corpses of gods all over the place, shattered heads and limbs, smashed stomachs, and rolled heads.

Those heads still maintained their twisted and hideous faces, as if they were completely unaware that they were dead, and they were still fighting for this key, roaring and roaring for the legendary Shenzang.

Suddenly silence.

The uncle looked down at the key in his hand, took a deep breath, and laughed: "Nephew, we won! This divine treasure is ours!"

The nephew lowered his head, his face was not happy at all, he looked at a young corpse on the ground and said sadly, "This is my best friend..."

"Don't worry," my uncle walked over to my nephew, reached out and patted his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "This time Shenzang, I am going to give it all to you. After all, I am your uncle."

Eyes suddenly burst into murderous intent!

Uncle is so old, and it's hard to come across a Shenzang, you are still young, you can't control it!

Or give it to uncle! Let uncle take over!

Well, my uncle can teach you a lesson too!

A divine golden dagger instantly appeared in the hands of my uncle and went straight to my nephew's neck!

"Pfft"!

Dagger into the meat!

It was my uncle who fell.

Uncle clutched his neck, turned around slowly in disbelief, and then saw a figure.

It was the nephew's best friend who was lying on the ground before!

He is not dead!

Instead, he has been seriously injured and pretended to be dead until now!

"You...uuuuu..." Uncle seemed to say something, but blood kept flowing from his fingers, making him only make a series of grunting sounds.

"Uncle," the nephew chuckled, "this is Shenzang. Do you really think I would believe your so-called blood relationship?"

The uncle's unbelievable eyes slowly lost his mind and fell stiffly.

"Brother, cough," the boy who pretended to be dead held the **** dagger and smiled sincerely: "I, we won, Shenzang, half of us..."

Two teenagers stood among the corpses in this place, and these corpses were like witnesses of friendship.

Friendship beyond value.

"puff!"

"you!"

The smile on the best friend's face instantly stiffened, and he looked at the boy in front of him in disbelief, and then looked down at the dagger on his chest.

"puff!"

Blood poured out.

The nephew took out the dagger expressionlessly, and looked at the young man who was slowly falling down, with a very guilty face: "I even killed my uncle for this divine treasure, I'm sorry..."

But when he picked up the blood-stained key and looked up.

Looking at the closed door, the guilt on his face disappeared instantly, showing an excited smile, like a fool.

"Shen Zang, it's mine..."

"Soaring to the sky...getting ahead..."

The only surviving god, endured all the injuries, relying on his will and desire for Shenzang, forcibly supported the severely injured body, and slowly walked forward with the key.

In the grass not far away.

Duke Gucci slowly got up and said to more than a dozen members of the hunting team beside him: "Okay, we're almost done watching, and only one of them died."

"It's time to end this."

With that said, he was about to walk out of the grass.

But the next moment.

"Wait, don't move."

Duke Gucci, who was about to shoot, was stunned again, frowning slightly: "This guy, I clearly let him run away before? Why did he come back?"

A figure rushes back to the battlefield that has ended!

It was the previous caravan boss who left early!

"Isn't he quite rational, he left early~www.NovelMTL.com~ Why did he come back?" Duke Gucci looked confused.

He used to think that this **** was pretty good, different from other gods.

In the face of Shenzang, he actually maintained his sanity and withdrew in advance.

result.

Did you send it back again?

What do you mean?

The boy who held the key tightly walked up the steps step by step.

But just as he was about to finish the last step.

"call!"

Suddenly there was a gust of wind behind him.

The young man wanted to turn around and block, but after a tragic fight before, his body had already reached its limit, and now he was pierced by a knife!

"boom!"

The fallen teenager felt his life was passing, while an eighth-order **** of wisdom slowly turned his body over, opened his tightly clenched fingers, and took out the key.

"finally."

"It's mine!" The caravan boss laughed while looking at the **** key.

The young man stretched out his hand unwillingly and reached for the key tremblingly, but he couldn't reach it at all.

"Ha ha."

The owner of the caravan smiled, looked at the boy who fell to the ground, and then looked at the blood and broken corpses on the ground.

"How stupid."

"I didn't expect that I, a **** of wisdom with no power to hold a chicken, lived to the end."

His eyes were cold and he slowly stepped on the boy's outstretched hand, and the corner of his mouth was smug.

While these foolish gods are fighting.

Shocked by the images full of death and blood, this God of Wisdom suddenly regained his sanity and wisdom, and clearly realized that he would definitely die here!

These gods are crazy!

So, he ran early.

But he is also very smart, knowing that when these gods fight to the end, there will definitely be only one seriously injured, or the entire army will be wiped out.

So, he's back again.