"God... on the opposite side is the deity who wields thunder."
Noren's spirit was completely shaken, causing him to collapse to the ground, unable to rise again, seemingly falling into a trance-like state as he murmured painfully.
Master Fuli wielded white thunder, and each thunderbolt he swung down resembled a natural disaster and a judgment upon the world.
In Noren's fixed cognition, Master Fuli's existence seemed to validate the description of "God" in the Holy Scripture.
He... was standing against "God," and he had even attempted to offend the divine majesty.
Though it was Master Fuli who initiated the confrontation, regardless of the reason, showing disrespect to God was sufficient to warrant being placed on the stake, tormented by fire, and simultaneously subjected to stoning before forgiveness could be obtained.
"This...."
The other rushing squad of judges gradually ceased their steps, letting the silver-white machines' searchlights shine upon themselves, bodies stiffening, while they turned to view the afterglow of the two newly born white suns.
Among the squad, the most devout believer fainted upon realizing what they had done.
They... had just attempted to strike at God and even cursed the deity from behind when they set out.
Though the appearance of the deity before them differed slightly from the depiction in the Holy Scripture, all angels under the God's seat, despite having large eyes but bodies filled with tentacles, could not hide their form's ugliness.
As a result, when angels descended to the world, their first words to mankind were: "Children, don't be afraid!"
Given how angels are created, whatever form God takes is reasonable.
Realizing this.
The initially stunned judges rolled their eyes and fainted, hoping that when they awaken, everything before their eyes will be a hallucination.
"Hmm?"
Master Fuli's rampant smile froze, a large question mark surfaced atop his head.
"Triangular Hammer, did you hit them?" Master Fuli looked toward the robot and asked.
The scene unfolding seemed utterly absurd, with those judges who intended to come and hammer him collapsing to the ground without warning, their bodies crooked, fainting away.
The only one who didn't faint quickly became visibly spellbound, crawling on the ground, shouting "white thunder," "pure white," "holy."
"Zzzz...."
Triangular Hammer slowly poked out a sphere, scanned the condition of the judge squad, and firmly shook its head.
If not for Master Fuli saying he needed to go to work, it truly lacked the energy and strength to move.
Their positions were beyond the distance the Blood and Flesh Will could influence, unable to perform strikes from afar.
"You didn't hit them, so why are they all asleep now?"
With a puzzled expression, Ansheng looked at the judge squad, scratched his head, turned around, and called out to Old Lin, who had retreated to the air shelter:
"Old Lin, pull out all the larger calibers from the warehouse and shoot them in their asses. I, born as a fox, speak with credibility. If I said to use the largest caliber against their asses, I must use it...."
Though the judge squad fainted for an unknown reason, it didn't hinder Master Fuli from holding grudges.
They said they'd stuff me with howitzers, so now I'm going to stuff rockets into them.
"The largest caliber? Me! Let me do it. I possess the spiritual Mammoth gene; my caliber is large, and I'm very willing to help the polar king teach the enemies a lesson."
"I've long wanted to have a taste of those heretical judges from the Imperial Knight Order...."
In Landlord of Longevity, humans don't exist; each is a transposed artificial spiritual gene, naturally understanding Master Fuli's chirps.
Upon Master Fuli's command, Landlord of Longevity snapped out of the stupor, enthusiastically volunteering, eager to make a name for themselves in front of Master Fuli.
In front of the 2.4-meter tall Mammoth landlord, the previously mighty judges appeared like lolis.
"This old brother is quite good; his arms are thicker than ordinary people's chests, his grip must be very strong to ensure their asses ache for the next month...."
Seeing the Landlord of Longevity stepping up, Ansheng's face displayed satisfaction.
"Zzzz...."
Watching the apprehended judge squad, Triangular Hammer made a sound toward Master Fuli, explaining the situation.
Now, inside Gold-digging Town, military Humvees were speeding out, each soldier holding a can of iced cola, rushing outside of town.
Cola seemed to be the drink Mayflower Organization warriors were equipped with daily, so their camp had a large reserve of iced cola.
If Master Fuli wanted to find a reason to give them a hard time, he might need to think of a different excuse now.
"How could I possibly give them a hard time? I'm just here for ruins exploration."
"Offer me cola, and the previous matters would be turned over. If they wish to return home, they just need to buy a ticket from Old Li...."
Upon hearing this, Ansheng waved his hand, signaling Triangular Hammer not to say such dark words; a fox harbors no malice.
Twenty minutes passed by in the blink of an eye.
The military Humvees parked in front of the robot; warriors approached, fearfully setting up a high platform with a throne in front of the silver-white machine, placing their carried Pepsi and Coca-Cola at the edge of the platform.
The warriors obediently placed their hands on their heads, squatting neatly under the platform, eyes clear with submission.
A strike from God's whip directly revealed their genetic base codes.
From arrogant ruffians, they instantly became lost lambs under God, drawing circles to encompass themselves.
"Come forth someone who can speak well; over there, you two, come up and give my legs a massage."
Ansheng descended from atop the robot, sat on the throne they'd prepared, lifted his small fox leg, signaling the two golden retrievers in front to bring wet wipes and clean his soil and dust-covered paw pads.
Currently, Tropical Continent is in the dry season, with yellow dust blown everywhere by the roaring wind.
Unfortunately, there is currently no water source here, requiring Ansheng to find an alternative method to freshen up.
"Sir...."
A middle-aged man with brown long hair, dressed in a bulletproof vest and cloaked in a cleric robe, walked up the platform, full of awkwardness, to speak to Master Fuli:
"I am Priest Luo Ning accompanying the troops; well... I should be among those capable of speaking, and also a bit of a gossip."
Two bolts of thunder from Master Fuli on command had the terrified commander scrambling into the trench, unwilling to confront the demon of Longevity Club.
This accompanying priest occupied a middle-management position within the religious faction and among the higher echelons of the expeditionary group.
Hence, he had to step in for negotiations.
"Hmm.... Priest?"
Ansheng turned to look at the priest, sizing him up, his gaze briefly diverting to his crotch, revealing a suggestive expression and said:
"You... shouldn't have exorcised little boys, right?"
"..... Not, sir. It's explicitly written in the Holy Scripture that deep feelings between the same sex merit the stake."
"I am a devout follower..."
"Just exorcised nuns' dysmenorrhea...." The priest's gaze seemed to wander, speaking in a voice as soft as a mosquito's, honestly confiding.