Because of the gentleman's deliberate protection, the young general is not well-known in the international religious circles.

Or perhaps nobody knows him at all.

Adding to that the young general's dead fish eyes, toad mouth, and bow legs, it's really hard to associate him with the word "master".

Therefore, the Western giant was not polite to him at all, and pointed his finger at the young general's forehead to reprimand him.

"You lowly crawler, do you even know who you're talking to?"

"I am the master of the abyss of hell, the great Tartarus... Ah!"

Before the Western god, who claimed to be the master of the abyss, could finish speaking, he screamed in agony.

It turned out that the young general had grabbed his fingers and twisted them back.

Despite the excruciating pain, the Western giants reacted much like ordinary people, only able to kneel down in the direction of the force to alleviate the pain.

The young general grinned slyly: "Don't you think you were a bit too loud when you spoke to us just now? How rude!"

"We'll give you a chance to say it again, but watch your manners."

As he spoke, the young general actually released the Western giant's finger and took a step back with a grin.

Enraged by such an insult, the Western giant roared and charged toward the young general.

Upon seeing this, the young general was overjoyed, laughed heartily, and turned to run away.

"That was terrifying! Everyone run!"

After listening to the young general's words, the locals may not understand, but we do!

He wasn't scared to death, he actually pooped!

Upon realizing this, even the gentleman was unsettled. Among our group, the most flustered was the germaphobic Long Jun Chang Huaiyuan.

He and his husband, one after the other, suddenly "escaped" for several miles, and the others hurriedly followed closely behind.

Just as the Western gods were all puzzled, a loud bang was heard, and the Western gods who wanted to chase after the young general were instantly blown to pieces.

It turns out they stepped on a poop mine that the young general had secretly buried.

By the time the Western gods realized what was happening and tried to escape, they were all covered in some excrement.

In this way, the originally tragic war of the gods instantly changed its flavor.

The Western god covered in poop has no mood to fight, and none of our team wants to beat up the poop-covered man.

Because they were afraid it would stick to their bodies.

Only the young general and the Ink Emperor, unperturbed by the squalor, pointed at the disheveled Western god and laughed uproariously.

"Hahaha, who dares to challenge us to a shit-fighting contest!"

The arrogant attitude of these two immediately enraged the Western gods, who gritted their teeth in anger.

The god of wind and rain, Traloc, roared, summoning a torrential downpour to wash away the excrement, and then viciously pounced on the hilariously despicable duo.

The young general remained unmoved and continued to laugh uncontrollably.

Mo Huang laughed and shouted, "Watch out for motorcycles!"

As they were talking, a "little train" came speeding by, whistling as it crashed straight into the God of Wind and Rain.

Carelessness and underestimation of the enemy, coupled with anger, caused the God of Wind and Rain to be struck and turned into a rain of blood before he could even dodge.

That makes it truly deserving of its name...

The tragic deaths of three giant gods sparked a sense of shared sorrow among the Western gods.

Jesus... This is the normal Jesus, and the Black Jesus is a different individual.

"Great gods, please hear me."

"The devil is right before us. If we do not unite, we will all be dragged into eternal darkness by him."

"Please set aside past grievances and cooperate sincerely to eliminate the devil before us."

"Then we will divide their land, make their people believe in us, and fulfill our long-held wish!"

Jesus paused here, and with a wave of his hand, revealed a magnificent view of China to the gods.

"Look, what a fertile land, and so many people."

"If they all become our believers, just how powerful we will be!"

Under such incitement, even the breathing of the Western gods became heavy, and some of them, with their impatient nature, could not help but rub their hands together in anticipation.

Seeing this, Master Hui sneered: "Thieves really haven't given up on their desire to kill me!"

"Since a war is inevitable sooner or later, we might as well take the initiative and prevent the flames of war from burning on our land."

"Sir, you are indeed farsighted!!"

As everyone knows, Xiao Wuxin always agrees with everything that is praised by Mr., and this time is no exception.

"Namo Amitabha Buddha".

“Brother’s Dao heart is clear and he can see through the past and the future. Any demons and monsters will have nowhere to hide in front of him.”

"All people suffer, but for my brother, I can save all living beings."

As they spoke, the kind little fellow was already sitting cross-legged in the air, chanting the Ksitigarbha Sutra, helping the Western gods to be reborn in the Pure Land in advance.

Seeing this, the god of porridge immediately spoke up: "They are devils, so we don't need to talk about fairness with them."

"Let us all display our divine power and let the light of our Western Gods illuminate the entire world!"

"Damn it, you can't beat us one by one, so you're planning a group fight?" The young general grinned, looking at the Western god who spoke with disdain.

"Let's have a group fight then! Who's afraid of who!"

After saying that, he raised his hand and touched his forehead, muttering to himself.

"Father City, Father City, please appear quickly! I am your son, the Turtle Spirit."

"Big robots, charge for me, Master Ji!"

Mo Family's most precious treasure, Mo City, flew out from between the young general's eyebrows and instantly grew to the size of a real city, hovering in the air.

One after another, enormous war machines marched out in formation with heavy steps.

It densely covered half the sky.

With the young general's command, they strode forward and charged toward the Western Gods.

In Mo City, countless massive crossbows were deployed and mounted on the city walls, raining down heavy arrows as thick as tree trunks upon the enemy.

Just as the Western gods were dealing with the giant crossbows and war machines, a howling sound suddenly came from afar.

A group of primitive people wearing short skirts that barely covered their bottoms rushed over in a chaotic manner, led by the immoral cocoon (the one who carried away the other coffin).

"Oh my god, thank goodness we weren't late! We made it in time!"

"Little monster, little monster, where are you? Are you dead? I'm here to help you fight!"

"Hahaha, Little Cocoon, Little Cocoon, we're here! We're not dead yet!" The young general was overjoyed to see the Yuanshi Man and raised his hand high, waving it vigorously.

"Oh my god, Little Cocoon, you seem to have gotten even stronger and bigger!"

As he spoke, the young general's eyes involuntarily drifted towards the man's crotch.

The shameless cocoon laughed heartily: "Absolutely!"

"Alright, little monster, you can play here by yourself. I'm going to fight with my tribesmen!"

Of course, before personally joining the battle, the Cocoon of Despicable Morsels did not forget to give Mr. a deep bow.

Also performing the rituals were the high priests of the primitive tribe.

After the ceremony, the high priest, whose body was covered in paint, spoke, his voice ancient and desolate.

"Fearless tribal warriors, I bless you on behalf of the earth; your skin will be as hard as rock."

"On behalf of Qingfeng, I wish you all the best; may your bodies be as agile as the wind."

"I pray that our ancestors will bless you, and that their courage will be with us!"