The Age of Global Gods: My followers are all war madmen

Lying in the subspace instrument chamber.

[Announcement]: The subspace instrument is being connected

[Announcement]: "Identities are being detected..."

[Announcement]: "Sound detection is on..."

[Announcement]: "Retinal iris is being tested..."

[Announcement]: User: Liu Shenhuo. Citizen number: 154b78563c03014.

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Descend to the Realm of the Gods.

Liu Shenhuo looked ahead.

A bunch of announcements surfaced on his retina.

[Announcement]: A foreign object has been detected

[Announcement]: It will come in the next 3:00 minutes

[Announcement]: .......

Humanoid creatures descended from the sky, dressed in brown robes, holding a wooden staff like a walking stick, on which were carved with intricate arcane runes, their eyes were blue, and there was a deep wisdom in their eyes, like a sage among men.

Warlock!

A member of the human race.,Biased towards an aggressive race and a very weak physical weakness.,Once it's close, it means cold.。

Su Xiangyang stood in the sky above the warlock, staring at Liu Shenhuo's Shinto data in front of him like a god, without seeing any information value, and then raised his head again and looked at Liu Shenhuo's race, the Jungle Hunter Ancestral Clan, in front of him.

He naturally will not be careless, as a suitor, he naturally has a certain degree of understanding of Zhang Jasmine's strength, being defeated by one move and killed with one blow, his racial strength is definitely not weak.

The race warlock of Su Xiangyang is currently at the level of the second order, heading towards the third order, which belongs to the upper middle level, but in terms of aggression, it is not lost to some third-order races.

He looked at Liu Shenhuo's Jungle Hunter Ancestral Clan.

A burly bushhunter, muscular as the old tree, wielding iron spears that glowed cold in the hot sun.

Su Xiangyang was stunned.

You told me that this was the weaker Jungle Hunter Ancestral Clan in the early stage?

This physique is a fight with a barbarian... A look of wisdom flashed in Su Xiangyang's eyes, and he quickly settled on the racial mutation.

For a race, no amount of change is likely to change so drastically.

Unless it's a racial variation.

"So that's the case, no wonder there is such a huge amount of self-confidence. "

A cold look flashed in Su Xiangyang's eyes.

The first strike is stronger!

In the face of the warlock's spell bombardment, he didn't believe that the ancestral clan of the jungle hunter in front of him could hold on, and when he thought of this, he immediately ordered: "Start chanting!"

The voice fell.

The thousands of warlocks below immediately began to chant spells, and huge spell fluctuations immediately rippled from the divine domain, and spell ripples rippled in the air.

It was a huge fireball.

The blazing flames were gathering and churning, and the heat was rising steadily, and after a while, the fireball condensed, and the size of nearly seven or eight meters smashed down towards the position of the Jungle Hunter Ancestor like a small sun.

Boom!

A rather exaggerated sound of bombardment sounded, like a meteorite falling, and the vast aftermath of the impact set off a huge mushroom cloud on the ground, and the flame storm immediately swept across the entire divine domain.

"It's completely gone. "

A contemptuous smile appeared on Su Xiangyang's face, and then the smile on his face immediately stiffened, because he had not received the announcement information about his victory.

He frowned slightly and stared in front of him.

Pitch-black figures trampled out of the column's eyes, and without the slightest damage on their bodies, they gradually turned from walking to running wildly, and they rushed towards the position of the warlock.

[Flame Walk]: Temporary fire immunity

Liu Shenhuo did not have the slightest mood swing.

He had given the simplest of instructions to his race.

Crusade against them!

One by one, the ancestors of the Pastello tribe immediately screamed and rushed to the front of the warlocks, and the iron spear that exuded a cold glow instantly turned into a sharp weapon to take their lives, and the all-round gap in strength, agility, and physique was simply an insurmountable chasm, and as soon as the two collided, they were instantly torn into a blood mist.

"Spell barrier!".

"Invisible Armor!".

"Mandatory body strengthening!".

Su Xiangyang immediately issued a command to the warlocks, which were basically defensive means to avoid being approached, but in the hands of the Jungle Hunter Ancestral Clan, this defensive method was easily torn apart like paper paste, and Su Xiangyang's face was full of disbelief.

Damn!

I can only give it up!

"Divine Magic: Born to Die!".

Xu Xiangyang immediately stopped hiding, and directly began to fast-forward to the duel of divine arts.

As soon as his voice fell, the sound seemed to cause feedback in the air, like a boulder splashing into the surface of the lake, stirring up ripples.

The next moment.

The warlock, who was supposed to be gone, slowly stood up from the ground, and the blood on the soil poured back into the different bodies as if there had been an irreversible countercurrent, but instead of regaining the luster of the ruddy and healthy skin, it was as if it had been absorbed by something, and the corpse's body was drying up little by little, but its strength was skyrocketing.

"Ape Howl!".

Liu Shenhuo did not use divine arts.

Instead, he directly used the racial ability of the Jungle Hunter Ancestral Clan, and a long roar suddenly sounded, like the roar of an ape, which suddenly resounded through the sky, penetrated into the brain, and stunned all the other creatures in place, while the Jungle Hunter Ancestral Clan took the opportunity to start hunting other warlocks wantonly.

Not to mention that under the effect of having second-order "resistant skins", the effect of spells is basically minimal, and in the face of more than eighty attributes, all their attacks are in vain.

Su Xiangyang's eyes widened.

Very shocking.

He was cornered without using divine magic... Xu Xiangyang gritted his teeth, but he didn't have the slightest solution, and now he looked at the members of his race who were slaughtered at will like little white rabbits on the chopping board, his heart was dripping blood, every warlock was cultivated by him spending a lot of small resource god cards, and every time he disappeared a warlock, he would regret it half a death with blood in his heart.

"I... I surrender!"

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