Hearing this, the king of Montenegro knocked on the priest's head.

"What nonsense? God is the most powerful!"

The red-haired priest shrank from the beating, holding his head and hissing in breath.

"God isn't here, why are you so nervous?

And I'm right! It's great that a god can burst a mountain, but can he move an entire island?"

After the red-haired priest finished speaking, he shrank his neck again.

"Anyway, that's our God! You'd better not think about anything else!

Don't forget, the one you're talking about is a friend of God!"

The king of Montenegro said stiffly.

He saw it very clearly, Randall only showed so much power, but not only that much.

At that time, he was the closest to Randall, and he could see it most clearly, Randall's punch that burst the mountain was not too easy, it seemed to be just a random punch.

Moreover, two people with too big a difference in strength will really become friends?

He didn't believe it anyway.

Even if Randall's strength really can't compare to the mysterious man in the cloak, it won't be much worse.

The red-haired priest was obviously not convinced, but he was afraid of the King of Montenegro and finally didn't say anything.

"Huh? What is that? King of Montenegro, look!"

The red-haired priest wanted to leave, but when he turned his head, he saw something terrible.

When the King of Montenegro heard this, he looked in the direction of the red-haired priest's finger, but saw an island floating in the air, and it was moving closer to their Bika.

"Is the Friend of God coming again?" The King of Black Mountain muttered.

Just in the next second, on that island, a figure with long hair flew up.

"No, not a friend of God!"

Although this person can fly, he feels completely different from the Friend of God!

The King of Montenegro hurriedly rushed in the direction where the man was.

"It's strange that there's an empty island here!

Since I met it, it's mine! Hahahahaha!"

A hearty and domineering laugh fell from the sky, and although he was laughing, to the Black Mountain King, it sounded like a lion roaring at him.

"You, who are you? This is God's territory! Get out of here!"

The King of Black Mountain shouted at the people floating in the sky with righteous words.

When he spoke, the people of heaven discovered him.

"Huh? Are you talking to me? Cut, an ant!"

The man first glanced at the King of Black Mountain, and then his face showed disdain.

"Damn!" The Black Mountain King's facial features were wrinkled together.

Immediately, he was going to take out the platoon shell and give this man a hard blow.

But before he could move, the sky seemed to be angry.

A mighty coercion descended from the sky.

The King of Black Mountain suddenly felt an invisible giant hammer smash into the back of his head.

It made him dizzy, his eyes were golden, and he rolled his eyes.

But he didn't faint in the end.

"Oh? It's kind of interesting, you can actually block Lao Tzu's overlord color!

Do you want to come to Lao Tzu?"

The man said with an interested look, a red glint in his eyes.

"Lao Tzu's sight and hearing tell Lao Tzu that you are the strongest one here.

You should be the master of this empty island, Lao Tzu remembers, according to you, it is a god.

What do you think? You take your empty island and return it to Lao Tzu!"

Hearing this, King Montenegro's eyes flickered.

He felt as if he couldn't handle this man.

Thinking about Randall's lightheartedness when he smashed the mountain peaks before, the King of Montenegro felt weak all over.

If that fist hits him, then what he can do is up to God's will.

However, the pressure on this man was no less than that of Randall on him

pressure, even stronger.

At this moment, the king of Montenegro really moved his mind.

After all, he wasn't a determined person in the first place.

"If I will submit to you, will the people of Bika be under my control?"

After a moment's hesitation, the King of Black Mountain asked.

"What stupid are you talking about? Lao Tzu doesn't raise waste here.

These ants are okay as experiments!"

The man sneered.

Hearing this, the face of the King of Montenegro changed.

What's that? As an experiment? That doesn't sound like a good word!

Although the gods before were desolate, these people were still alive.

But here, directly into the experiment?

They've had a good few days!

For a moment, the thoughts in the heart of the King of Montenegro were instantly extinguished.

"Lao Tzu is not in the mood to waste time with you, in a word, do you agree or disagree?

If you don't agree, die!"

"I, I agree!" But it was not the king of Montenegro who said it, but the red-haired priest who came with the king of Montenegro.

"I am willing to submit to the gods! From this day forward, you are my God!"

"It doesn't matter! To Lao Tzu, you are just ants that can be killed with a finger.

In that case, then you should do it."

The man didn't care, and pointed at the king of Montenegro again.

"Then you kill him first."

"Yes!" The red-haired priest had a smile on his face.

"Jace, you dare! Aren't you afraid that God will come back and trouble you?!"

The King of Black Mountain pointed at the red-haired priest, his fingers trembling.

"That's not my god anymore, my current god is this lord!"

As he spoke, regardless of whether the floating man looked at him or not, the red-haired priest respectfully saluted him as a sign of allegiance.

Immediately, he looked at the King of Black Mountain, the corners of his mouth were hooked, and his eyes were frivolous.

"It's just that you missed the opportunity you cherished, so die now!"

"You mean, you're not the ruler of this island? Is there someone else in the ruler?

Where is he?

Forget it, it's not important, hurry up!"

The floating man waved his hand, his face full of impatience.

"Our God is mighty! He will definitely come back to save us!

Do you dare me to call our gods?"

The King of Montenegro said suddenly.

"Bold!" The red-haired priest's face changed drastically, and he rushed directly towards the King of Black Mountain.

"Huh?"

The floating man snorted coldly, and the red-haired priest was like being struck by lightning, and he suddenly didn't dare to move.

This is not overlord color, but pure murder.

"Interesting! It's so interesting! Dare to talk to Lao Tzu like this!

But when you say that, Lao Tzu is really interested in the god you said!

Call, let your gods come back! Look at Lao Tzu and cut him on the spot!"

Hearing this, the red-haired priest's face was like ashes.

The remorse in his heart was like waves, wave after wave.

And the king of Montenegro hurriedly took out the phone bug and dialed Randall.

"God! Help me! ...... If you're late, you won't see your lovely men!"

"I'll be there soon!"

After only one sentence from the other side, the phone was hung up.

It's just that this time the king of Montenegro is not in a hurry, he has done his best, whether Randall can rush back depends on the will of God.

"Just wait, God will be coming!

You'll regret it then!"

Although he didn't know if God was a match for the man in front of him, who wouldn't speak big words.