"What? How is this possible?" Blast was shocked.
He was far too familiar with this aura, but what he couldn't understand was why a God could descend directly within the star domain.
"God above, we absolutely did not intend to associate with these Blasphemers."
"Great, God has arrived! These detestable Blasphemers are doomed."
"Strange, God has never actively appeared in the galaxy before. Why this time?"
In their terror, most races expressed their willingness to submit, with only a tiny fraction hesitating.
"Blast, you God-Slayers claim to be saviors, now it is your turn to show what you can do."
"Do you intend to just watch as the 10th Galaxy is destroyed because of you? If you have even a shred of conscience, surrender immediately and atone for your crimes."
Rokuba stepped forward again. He knew he was no match for Blast, so he had to approach this from another angle.
Just as Blast stood there with a grim expression, lost in thought, a dull voice resounded in everyone's minds.
"Vile, lower lifeforms, kneel! Welcome the arrival of the great God!"
Thump!
Rokuba was the first to kneel to the ground. Then, members of the other races exchanged glances, and after a moment of hesitation, they all knelt down as well.
"Oh God, please bear witness! I am willing to become your most loyal servant, but these Blasphemers are disrupting the peace between the galaxies! Please, take action and deal with them!" Rokuba shouted loudly, feeling incredibly smug inside.
'As expected, I am the fastest at everything. God will surely look at me with fondness. When the church is re-established in the future, I will definitely have a place.'
"Not bad. What is your name?"
"Reporting to you, my God, my name is Rokuba, of the Mantis Tribe." Rokuba was thrilled.
He knew that God had begun to value him, so he immediately identified himself.
The others secretly gnashed their teeth, regretting that they had been too slow to act and allowed Rokuba to steal the spotlight.
"Have your tribesmen come out."
"Yes!"
Before Rokuba could even call them, the remaining members of the Mantis Tribe impatiently stepped forward. Everyone puffed out their chests with proud expressions on their faces, looking at the other races with contempt.
"Chief."
Rokuba looked at the elder who was leading the tribesmen toward him, his expression filled with respect.
"Rokuba, you did very well this time. I am old now, and you will be the next Chief. Lead the tribe to create new glory and accomplish great things in the 10th Galaxy."
The Mantis Tribe Chief patted Rokuba on the shoulder, his face glowing with satisfaction with this younger member of the tribe.
"You flatter me. Everything is due to God's holy light."
Rokuba did not forget to flatter God at this moment. As for the position of a mere Chief, he had already begun to look down on it.
"Oh God, these are my tribesmen."
Rokuba knelt on the ground again with an expression of reverence.
"Are you sure this is all of them? No one left out?" God's voice resounded again.
Blast noticed something fishy. This God seemed to talk too much, and since it had already arrived in the galaxy, why didn't it take action?
Usually, a God wouldn't waste words and would definitely have attacked him directly, but today, it seemed to be all thunder and no rain.
"Yes, my God. The Mantis Tribe is willing to become your most loyal servants. Please grant us Divine Power, and we will eliminate all obstacles for you." Rokuba said sincerely.
He knew that with just these clansmen, they were no match for Blast, but if they could obtain Divine Power, their strength would skyrocket.
If that happened, they might have a chance to surround and attack Blast, who hadn't fully recovered yet. Even if they failed in the end, they still had God standing behind them, these Blasphemers would have no way to escape today.
"Are you truly willing to become my slaves?"
"Of course. We are willing to do anything."
Rokuba understood that this was the moment to express his loyalty. Whether he would rise to greatness depended on today.
"In that case, I have a glorious and arduous task for you."
"Please instruct us, my God. All members of the Mantis Tribe will go through fire and water without hesitation."
At this moment, the Mantis Tribe Chief stepped forward and signaled for the tribesmen to prepare to act. For a moment, everyone looked at Blast with malicious intent.
"Rokuba, lead your clansmen to commit suicide. I can actually make use of your corpses." God's voice sounded quite cunning.
The Chief was instantly stunned in place.
"Lord God, what did you say?" Rokuba couldn't believe his ears.
Shouldn't God grant them power and then wipe out the Blasphemers in one go?
"I will only give you one minute. All of you, commit suicide, or prepare to face God's wrath."
"This..."
By now, not only Rokuba but all members of the Mantis Tribe were dumbfounded. Why were things turning out differently than they had imagined?
"Hmph! This must be your doing! To actually impersonate a God, you are truly shameless!"
Rokuba immediately jumped up from the ground. Recalling his clownish behavior just a moment ago, he became furious out of shame.
"So that's it! Detestable Blasphemer, you almost tricked us."
"You actually wanted to make us commit suicide in the name of a God. You are no better than a beast."
"The true colors of these Blasphemers are finally revealed. I didn't expect them to act so righteous on the surface while doing such things behind our backs."
The various races instantly woke up from their dream and began pointing at Blast and hurling curses.
"Everyone, you have all seen it! These Blasphemers are extremely insidious people!"
"Fortunately, I am clever and wise, which is why I didn't fall for his sinister trick."
The other races cast glances at Rokuba. Hey man, you were practically cracking your head open just now, how much more tricked could you have been?
"Everyone, what just happened..."
Blast was also extremely confused at this moment. The aura just now was undoubtedly that of a God.
But before he could explain, the Mantis Tribe began to explode one after another.
Bang, bang, bang!
After a few seconds, all members of the Mantis Tribe, except for Rokuba, were reduced to countless fragments.
"This... How is this possible?"
"It's you! It must be your doing! Don't think that God will let you off!"
Rokuba was terrified, fearing that he would be next.
Hum!
At this moment, a strange ripple spread out, and the scene before everyone present changed abruptly.
On the desolate ground, a hundred-meter-tall divine body stood before everyone. A terrifying aura swept over, causing everyone to tremble uncontrollably.
"Divine Space?" Blast's pupils constricted.
His guess was correct. It really was a God, but the God before him looked somewhat familiar.
"It's real... It really is a God!"