"Oh, god Avalon, Father of Oaks, please grant me nature's wrath! Today, I shall carry out your punishment upon the forces of Chaos and those who destroy the ecosystem!"
Meow watched as Happy Stick charged toward the Father of Scales with a roar, then made a spectacular suicide attack against the great villain's Chaos-infused forelimb. As the scorching smoke and dust blew toward him, Meow finally got serious.
He recalled the way Taipal usually prayed to the Holy Light. Dropping to one knee, he plunged the humming Holy Sword of the Punisher into the ground, which was soaked with bug biomass, and prayed to the god he believed in, the Father of Oaks. Behind him, Old Qu and the other two did the same.
Sanwudou was already a believer in the God of the Deep, so he took a step back. As for Yansang, he was a power-armored knight and a pilot, and followed the habits of the halflings. He had no faith—though if he had to say, he was closer to those "grease monkeys" in the Mechanicus who revered the Will of Steam.
At Meow's call, emerald light rose and swirled around the heart of Hive Zero. This was undoubtedly a response from the Father of Oaks!
After all, in a place that had already been devoured clean by the swarm, such a lush green scene could not have appeared without the Father of Oaks' divine power. The green light wound around the Punisher and flowed into Meow's hands, as if seeping into his veins. Even Meow himself was astonished.
He had worshipped the god of Avalon for a long time, joining the church of the god of nature through a secondhand ritual he had learned. After many twists and turns, he had become a Red Knight Captain. Yet