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"There was no need to look at him. He knew absolutely nothing about it.
A solemn and heavy voice came from the sky.
In the bloody clouds that were surging like tides, a splendid palace gradually descended, as if the altar of the Fist God had been enlarged by a hundred times. It was full of irresistible strength and majesty.
This was the real body of the Fist King, the consciousness projected in the world of the Fist God!
"Fist God! Fist God has arrived!"
"Supreme True God, I praise you. I serve you. I'm willing to sacrifice myself for you!"
"The Fist God does exist? That's impossible. Is the Fist God not a false god? Where are our gods? Where are our gods of mechanics and steam?"
The ant-like people on the battlefield were either overjoyed, at a loss, or having a mental breakdown, or even crying out of excitement and fear.
Only the devils, Gus, and a few other people were still standing straight under the pressure of the Fist King.