No words could describe the impact of those all-too-real images of world-ending destruction paired with that declaration.
Terror!
Despair!
On the Reviewing Stand, the foreign envoys watched the leaders of their own countries kneel. Their faces turned ashen, and their bodies shook uncontrollably.
They finally understood. This was no drill, no movie effect. It was really happening!
"Gods... really exist..."
A military attaché muttered, dazed.
As the entire world sank into fear of what seemed like Divine Punishment, the Six-Winged Apostle's "gaze"—or rather, the camera's focus—swung sharply around!
The image switched from the melting mountain range to the sky above Longdu's Military Parade Square.
It zoomed in at astonishing speed, finally locking onto the figure who had just stepped down from the platform and stopped to look up—
Yue Xiaofei!
"Arrogant boy of the East."
The apostle's icy voice rang out again, this time edged with undisguised mockery and contempt.
"Your little performance was impressive. In the mortal world, perhaps you could be considered strong."
"But you must understand: the steel toys you pride yourselves on, your so-called mighty ships and guns, are nothing but a joke before true gods."
"Your so-called 'show of national might' and 'razing of the Shrine of the Gods' mean nothing to us. They are petty squabbles among ants, a clown's little act for his own amusement."
The words were vicious!
They dismissed the glory Yue Xiaofei had just won, reducing a great victory that had stirred the hearts of 1.4 billion people to nothing!
On the Reviewing Stand, Su Wanning's cheeks, flushed from Yue Xiaofei's speech, went deathly pale.
She looked at the figure singled out by a god on the screen, and an indescribable fear and worry surged through her.
On the stretcher beside her, Su Guohua had just been revived by someone