"Yes, if it weren't for these detestable Blasphemers, how could we have ended up in this situation today?"
"And there's that Brave Association, constantly going against the Church every other day. Many of our kin have been implicated by them. If you ask me, they should be made to commit suicide to apologize to all the races in the 10th Galaxy."
"Exactly. We were living such peaceful lives submitting to the Gods, it was just a bit of hard work and no pay. They were still very good to us, beating us when they said they would, killing us when they said they would... In short, it's all the fault of these Blasphemers."
"You caused this trouble yourselves, so come out and take responsibility! Don't drag us down with you!"
"Yes! Get out here!"
"Get out here! Get out here!"
The various races outside the church shared a common hatred, never having been this united even when facing the wanton slaughter of the 18th Galaxy's invading army.
"Everyone, quiet down and listen to me!"
At this moment, an alien with a powerful aura stepped forward, raising his palm to signal, and the crowd instantly quieted down.
"Now that the perimeter of the 10th Galaxy is surrounded by the Gods, they simply want us to hand over the Blasphemers. In my opinion, this group intends to resist to the end, so I, Rokuba, shall take action personally."
Rokuba flexed his bulging muscles, wearing a confident expression.
"But they are experts who fight against the Gods after all, you alone..."
"I have practiced martial arts since childhood, dealing with a few measly rats hiding in the shadows is child's play. Everyone, bear witness when I, Rokuba, personally chop off the dog heads of these Blasphemers and offer them to the Gods."
Rokuba raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
Regardless of which God it was, his actions would surely impress them, and he might even be able to get into the Church as a high-level believer.
"Good! Go, Rokuba. Slay the heretics, appease the Gods' anger, and you will be the hero of us all!"
"Yes! Hero! Hero!"
The crowd shouted in unison.
Rokuba looked toward the church, his eyes revealing a chilling murderous intent.
"Five minutes... No! Three minutes, and I will definitely take their heads and place them before the Gods!"
Rokuba patted his chest, declaring this as a powerful aura erupted from his body.
"So strong! Judging solely by his aura, Rokuba is almost on par with the God's agents of the Church from before."
"Indeed, damn it! To think he snatched the credit for the first achievement. If I had known, I would have acted sooner and left a good impression in front of the Gods."
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Inside the church, King was picking his ear in boredom, feeling nothing about the farce outside.
Back when the Monster Association attacked the city, many organizations appeared to promote the Monster Association. This is the pathetic slave mentality—no matter what kind of unfair treatment they face, they only know how to submit to the strong.
King had no feelings for these natives of the 10th Galaxy. If they dared to obstruct him, he would kill them regardless of who they were, it wasn't like this was Earth anyway.
However, with Blast around, it wasn't very convenient for him to take action. After all, their successful escape later would depend on him.
"King, they have been deceived by the Church. I will go and explain it to them." Blast's expression showed helplessness.
He often traveled through various dimensions and knew that most races actually yearned for peace. Submitting to the strong was sometimes just to protect themselves.
Unfortunately, what they didn't know was that once the resources within the galaxy were fully exploited, all the races in the entire galaxy would be mercilessly exterminated by the Gods and then fused into a part of the Gods' bodies.
"We are out of time. There are more important things for you to do, and you should understand that better than I do." King's expression was calm.
Now that the Gods' power had gradually permeated in, the space of the 10th Galaxy was beginning to fail. If they wasted any more time with the races outside, King and the others would likely really end up being buried here with them.
"We still need to make our stance clear." Blast adjusted his cape and stepped out of the church.
"Heh, what a foolish race." Garou wore a look of disdain.
If it weren't for King's sake, he might have already acted to teach those ignorant fellows outside a lesson.
King did not stop him, but just as everyone's attention was drawn outside, a whirlwind quietly slipped into the void.
"Everyone, I am Blast."
As soon as Blast appeared outside the church, Rokuba's burly figure lunged at him.
"Die! Blasphemer!"
A cruel expression appeared on Rokuba's face. He decided to break the limbs of these Blasphemers first and then make them all kneel before the Gods.
Slap!
Blast easily caught Rokuba's attack and sent him flying with a casual wave of his hand.
"What?!"
Rokuba was shocked, but Blast had not used heavy force, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.
"The Gods have already surrounded the entire 10th Galaxy. No matter how much you beg for mercy, they will eventually destroy this place. Leaving with us now is your only way to survive." Blast was concise.
He knew that taking so many people with them was indeed very difficult, but he represented not only himself but also the partners who fought alongside him in other dimensions.
In fact, the God-Slayers also came from various dimensions and planes, and they retained goodwill toward most of the races in the galaxy.
However, when faced with life and death, most races still chose to protect themselves, which Blast could understand.
But the situation in the 10th Galaxy was different. The consecutive fall of three Gods not only made the other Gods feel a sense of crisis, but the Gods' bodies also held an irresistible attraction for them.
Unfortunately, the Gods outside did not know that the Divine Bodies had long been swallowed and integrated by King and 101.
If it weren't for wanting to obtain the Divine Bodies intact, they would probably have wiped out the 10th Galaxy long ago. After all, the fall of a God was definitely their greatest shame. If it spread to other galaxies, it would likely trigger a chain reaction, and more Blasphemers would appear.
"Hmph! It's all you people. We were living just fine, and it's only because you angered the Gods that we have this disaster today."
"That's right, and you want to take us with you? What a pipe dream. Our race has lived here for generations, and even if the galaxy explodes, we will never leave."
"Don't waste time talking to him. His injuries haven't healed, attack together and capture him!"
Rokuba's expression was fierce. He could tell that Blast was in a dilemma. Those who had survived until now had decent strength; attacking together might give them a chance to win.
Rumble!
Just as everyone was preparing to attack, a terrifying aura came crushing down like a landslide.
"It's over, the Gods have descended!"