At those words, the Black Mountain King promptly smacked God's Priest on the head.
"What nonsense are you spouting? God is the strongest!"
The Red Hair God's Priest flinched from the blow, clutching his head and hissing in pain.
"God isn't even here. Why are you so nervous?
Besides, I'm not wrong! Sure, it's impressive that God can smash a mountain apart, but can he move an entire island?"
After saying that, the Red Hair God's Priest ducked his head again.
"No matter what, he's still our God! You'd better not get any funny ideas!
Don't forget, the man you're talking about is God's friend!"
The Black Mountain King's voice was stiff.
He understood it perfectly well. Randall had merely shown that much power; it didn't mean that was all the power he had.
He had been the closest to Randall at the time and had seen it most clearly. The punch Randall had used to destroy the mountain had been almost absurdly effortless, looking like nothing more than a casual swing.
Besides, would two people with such a vast difference in strength really become friends?
He certainly didn't believe it.
Even if Randall really was weaker than that mysterious cloaked man, the gap couldn't be that large.
The Red Hair God's Priest was clearly unconvinced, but intimidated by the Black Mountain King, he ultimately said nothing more.
"Huh? What's that? Black Mountain King, look!"
The Red Hair God's Priest had been about to leave, but when he turned his head, he spotted something extraordinary.
At his words, the Black Mountain King looked in the direction the Red Hair God's Priest was pointing. An island was floating in the air, steadily approaching their Birka.
"Has God's friend come again?" the Black Mountain King murmured.
But the very next second, a