The once-insufferably arrogant Black Mountain King now looked like a cowering black turtle.
At the slightest movement from Randall, his fat body shuddered like a startled bird.
"Where's your god? Take me to him!"
Randall nudged the Black Mountain King with his foot and spoke coldly.
"I... I'm God's Envoy!" the Black Mountain King declared.
Hearing this, Randall thought the man must be utterly devoted to his god. Was he actually refusing despite his terror of Randall?
But then the Black Mountain King abruptly changed tack.
"No one knows where God is better than I do! I'll take you to him right away, sir!"
Randall's face darkened.
He asked mockingly:
"What, so I'm not a heretic anymore?"
"S-sir, how could you possibly be a heretic?! You have invisible wings!"
Randall was speechless.
Impressive. Really impressive. You even managed to come up with that bullshit about invisible wings.
Randall kicked the Black Mountain King again and said coldly:
"Cut the crap and lead the way!"
"Yes, yes, of course!"
The Black Mountain King hurriedly struggled to climb off the ground.
He wasn't putting on an act. He genuinely felt as though his whole body was falling apart.
Feeling the pain all over his body, he glanced at Randall again, his eyes filled with dread and fear.
One look at his build made it clear that strength and defense were his specialties.
In terms of strength, even God was only slightly better than him.
But facing Randall had taught him what it meant to be powerless.
That overwhelming strength made him feel as though he were confronting mountains and seas, nature itself.
That was why he had caved so quickly.
He knew that even God was no match for this monster.
As long as his own safety was assured, he was naturally