Global Gods: My Believer is Galen

Yin Qingyue's voice was full of disbelief, how could the **** be so noble that he could kill his father?

Even Situ Lan, who was cold on the surface but secretly grabbed milk tea from herself, couldn't have done such a dirty thing.

The crime of killing one's brother is already an incomparably great sin in the eyes of the gods.

Father murder, how incredible is that?

"Who would be so cruel." Even Lin Fan couldn't accept it.

but.

"Since it is recorded on the Scarf of Fate, this is doomed to happen, and the duty of the Temple of Fate is to turn the gears invisibly, making these predestined events and prophecies a reality." Yin Qingyue read A look at Lin Fan.

"Once it does happen."

"The dark age of the gods will come, and the first demon Amy will not be far away from returning."

"When the time comes, I don't know how many people will die." When Yin Qingyue said this, she glanced at Lin Fan who was a little nervous, and said with a smile: "But you don't have to worry, although you say that, it may be tens of thousands. Years or even millions of years from now. Unless there's a patriarch showing up right away."

Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

However.

What the two did not know was that a father-daughter battle was going on at this time.

In the gold vein of God.

"Kang!!"

The pistol in Situ Jue's hand burst out with a terrifying divine light. For this shot, Situ Jue put himself in the place of life and death.

This is the only chance!

That bullet condensed Situ Jue's divine power, and an aura of destruction burst out from the muzzle.

At this distance, with Situ Jue's speed of drawing his gun, Situ Lan had no chance of evading at all!

But at this juncture.

Situ Lan had no idea of ​​avoiding it at all, and stood there quietly, looking at Situ Jue with all her leisure time.

There was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, as if he was watching the clown's performance.

The few soldiers standing beside Situ Lan took a step directly and stood in front of Situ Lan, expressionlessly blocking the bullet with their chests, like a qualified shield.

"puff!"

The bullet penetrated into the flesh. This bullet, which contained the divine might of the fourteenth-order army, penetrated the bodies of four fourteenth-order soldiers, and finally stayed in the body of the fifth soldier.

Situ Jue stood there dumbfounded, then came back to his senses and pulled the trigger frantically with his fingers.

"Kang Kang Kang!"

Lines of soldiers fell in front of Situ Lan, but more soldiers would soon be added. At this moment, they were like shields that could never be killed.

In the face of Situ Jue's bullet, these soldiers did not have the slightest fear or hesitation on their faces, and they all stood in front of Situ Lan.

This emotionless army showed terrifying will and cohesion.

finally.

Situ Jue stood on the spot in dejection, and plumes of white smoke came out of the pistol that fired the bullets.

Situ Lan looked at the fifty soldiers who died at his feet and nodded, "Yes."

There was no pity in his eyes, only relief, as if it were just fifty disposable paper cups that played their role.

Situ Lan looked at Situ Jue and smiled sweetly, "Why?"

Seeing the familiar smile on this tender little face, Situ Jue didn't feel kind, just cold from the bottom of his heart.

"You're not Situ Lan," Situ Jue looked at the little girl in front of him with complicated eyes, "My daughter, she will never train her followers into tools without emotion."

"You are a lunatic!"

"A murderous lunatic!"

"Situ Lan, is my most perfect work. And you, no matter how much you look like, are definitely not her!"

"If my daughter really becomes like you... then, it should be destroyed by me, the creator." Situ Jue's voice trembled slightly.

Situ Lan was silent for a moment.

Suddenly he laughed.

"Tsk tsk tsk, looks like it was discovered. As expected of my creator."

"Of course I'm not that cowardly little girl." The smile on Situ Lan's face was unusually cold, "However, speaking of it, I'm your most perfect work."

"Great creator, you made me, don't you know?"

Situ Lan looked at Situ Jue with a smile.

Situ Jue stared blankly at the little girl in front of him: "You..."

"Stuart, huh, that little girl is not your most perfect work. She carries your expectations on her shoulders, and this kind of expectation makes her different. When other girls like to wear petticoats, She prefers to wear military uniforms." Situ Lan said lightly, "But when she was defeated by an incomparably powerful opponent."

"This kind of expectation and her own incompetence completely overwhelmed her and tore her to pieces"

"As the most perfect work, how can it be defeated like this?"

"The cowardly girl didn't dare to face this fact, so she cried and found me. I walked out of your expectations and her cowardice. Speaking of which, you are my creator."

"And I am your most perfect work. Isn't the me you like the most now? The killing is decisive, cold and ruthless."

Situ Lan looked at Situ Jue, admiring the stunned look in the other's eyes.

At this moment, looking at the little girl in front of him, Situ Jue couldn't understand, but he seemed to understand something.

"My most perfect work is definitely not a lunatic who has no feelings and only knows how to kill..." Situ Jue's face was ugly~www.readwn.com~ Don't be in a hurry to deny it. Situ Lan said lightly, "You will only know how powerful you are if you abandon your emotions." "

"War does not need those useless emotions, nor does it need morality."

"So, my most perfect work has defeated you, the creator. And you can only be buried in..."

Stuart pulled out his pistol expressionlessly.

"click".

The safety was pulled, and the bullet was loaded.

The dark muzzle pointed at Situ Jue, and said coldly, "I think this is my most perfect work, and it's the best gift I can give to the creator."

The tiny fingers pulled the trigger, and the pistol, which exceeded the proportion of the palm of the hand, exploded, and a terrifying divine light poured out.

"Kang!"

A bullet, spinning and firing.

From the daughter's barrel to the father's bullet, the most perfect work returns the gift of gratitude to the creator.

It's a father-killing bullet!

This is the ultimate evil in history, unimaginable by the gods!

The gunshot was passed on for a long time, as if to announce the complete birth of a terrible existence, and it also seemed to sound the death knell of a certain era.

but.

The bullet rubbed Situ Jue's face.

"You..." Situ Jue stared at the little girl in front of him in amazement, unable to understand why she turned the gun at the last moment.

Situ Lan's small hand holding the gun trembled violently, her face full of pain, looking at the five-star golden general in front of her, struggling to spit out two words: "Quick, run..."

this moment.

Situ Jue was stunned in place. For some reason, he felt the long-lost kindness from this little girl for the first time.

This... is the real Situ Lan!

Even when he decided to blow up the barracks and betrayed the kingdom of God, he did not forget to send all the soldiers in the barracks out for training in the wild, for fear of accidentally hurting a soldier's **** of war!