A Colossus rushes in at the start

Chapter 347 The Pulan Civilization is Too Afraid

Lu Shang, who was following behind Furt, had no idea that at this moment, Furt, the prophet with a "mental illness," felt like he wanted to strangle himself.

He hadn't seen clearly from a distance, but after landing, he realized that the one causing trouble at their church's main gate wasn't some ignorant junior Prophet, but clearly something else disguised as a Pulan person!

Everything that came near this "thing," even his own body, screamed in terror, as if it were witnessing the approach of destruction, urging Furt to flee quickly.

To instill fear in all things is not something a prophet can do; this is already an Outer God!

Yes, this is an Outer God disguised as a Pulan person!

Furt held firm to his judgment, using it to encourage himself and prevent himself from falling further into indescribable fear.

The descent of an Outer God is an extremely terrifying event. If the other party is even slightly dissatisfied, the Pulan people may face extinction. Furt repeatedly encouraged himself in his heart, for the sake of the mother civilization, he must stand up.

Over the years, the Ball Church has developed into a large organization that unites the prophetists of the Pulan civilization. Naturally, there are not only prophetists like Fulte within the church.

Not long after entering the church, Furt saw a familiar face who was a prophet.

"Fulte, you..."

The other person was about to greet him, but when his gaze fell on what was behind Furt, his entire expression and body froze, and he stood there completely still.

Fulte dared not let the other party provoke the "Outer God" behind him. He took a quick step forward and shook the dazed acquaintance awake, then solemnly said, "Hall, this is a guest who has come to visit the sect leader. Please prepare the highest level of hospitality for him immediately."

"Okay, okay."

He watched the two leave in terror, and only when their figures were no longer visible did Hall dare to relax his breath a little.

What exactly is that thing?

How terrifying!

……

News of the Outer Gods' arrival on their home planet was quickly relayed to the high-ranking officials of the Pulan civilization through Hall.

Apart from the young people born in recent times, all the older generation of divine speakers who witnessed the great war between the gods two hundred years ago knew that even the weakest Outer God could destroy the Pulan civilization in an instant if the other party so desired.

Only the Outer Gods can defeat the Outer Gods!

Therefore, their only hope rests on Stiyl, the leader of the Ball Cult, hoping that he can summon the Ball God to descend.

Stiyl offered his final prayer within the ritual circle, and after a while, having received no further information, he emerged from the circle somewhat disappointed.

"I wonder if the gods will hear my prayers. What exactly happened back then? Who was that voice? And who exactly is Lu Shang?"

A moment later, Steele shook his head with a self-deprecating smile, "Indeed, relying on anyone else is never as good as relying on yourself."

Since the true god cannot be relied upon, they can only rely on themselves.

Stiyl turned on the communicator and asked, "Where is the fleet anchored in the orbit now?"

"We are now directly above the church. The divine weapon is fully warmed up and ready to fire its main cannon at any time," came the meticulous report from the other end of the communicator.

Having witnessed how terrifying the Outer Gods were, and with the sudden departure of the planetary creatures, Stiyl was determined to guide civilization to develop weapons powerful enough to threaten the Outer Gods.

Since only Outer Gods can threaten Outer Gods, then we should imitate Outer Gods to unleash divine attacks that only Outer Gods can release—this is the original intention behind the design of divine weapons.

Two hundred years of development have resulted in the creation of weapons with formidable power, but whether they can threaten the Outer Gods remains uncertain. Back then, the planetary creatures tore apart the Great Vortex, deterring the Outer Gods from ever daring to show their faces again. Many of the more timid ones even sealed themselves away. The distorted Outer Gods that once filled the universe are now nowhere to be found.

With the resolve to die, Stiyl walked toward the church's reception room.

Reaching the door to the reception room, Stiyl stopped and spoke into the communicator: "Stay alert. If anything unusual happens, open fire immediately. Don't worry about any casualties, including me."

"Yes, sir!"

Upon receiving a response, Stiyl's expression softened somewhat.

Outer Gods?

Let us Pulan people have a go at you... Holy crap!?

When Steele pushed open the door to the reception room and saw Lu Shang sitting on the sofa, his legs went weak and his mind was filled with questions.

What happened?

Don't those prophetists say that the one who comes to the church is an external god?

Having had contact with planetary beings before, Stiyl's direct experience with the land entropy felt like encountering the true god he believed in once again.

This made Stiyl wonder, could this person be an incarnation of a god?

"Fleet, do not act rashly, do you understand? Do not act rashly!"

Orbital Fleet: ? ? ?

The orbital fleet had just received orders to open fire at all costs if anything went wrong, and they had no idea that Stiyl would suddenly give the opposite order.

Stiyl, somewhat reserved and apprehensive, sat down opposite Lu Shang and asked with an awkward smile, "Are you satisfied with the hospitality here? If there's anything you're not happy with, we'll make improvements."

Since the other party asked this question, Lu Shang thought for a moment and then gave his evaluation.

"It feels good, I'm happy that you guys are so hospitable, it's just that I'm not happy about you pointing at me with those harmless things on the tracks."

Stiyl's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly said, "I'm so sorry, I'll tell them to get lost right away!"

"Don't be nervous. I'm not the kind of person who's unreasonable. It's normal that I scared you by suddenly visiting without communicating with you. Otherwise, given my style of doing things, you wouldn't be alive now," Lu Shang said with a smile.

Although Lu Shang was very friendly, Stiyl could feel a chill creeping up his spine.

Besides the chill, Stiyl also sensed something different from the true god he had encountered before. That true god was approachable and somewhat incoherent, while the one before him, though similar in feeling, spoke clearly and carried a ruthless decisiveness. This difference made Stiyl wonder if the other party was an incarnation of that true god.

"Um... I have a question, may I ask it?" Steele asked cautiously.

"Sure, but I can't guarantee I'll give you an answer." Lu Shang nodded casually.

Taking a deep breath, Steele asked the question that had been on his mind: "What is your relationship with the true god of our Ball Ball Cult?"

"It? That's a complicated question. You should just ask it directly."

After speaking, Lu Shang waved towards the room, and the entire living room was immediately plunged into darkness, with no light visible. However, what surprised Stiyl was that his vision was not affected at all; he could clearly see the sofa they were sitting on and the coffee table in front of them.

Against this pitch-black backdrop, a huge sphere gradually came into full view under Steele's horrified yet somewhat excited gaze.

It is the god that the Ball Ball Cult has worshipped for two hundred years!

(End of this chapter)