There are no gods in this world, but when enough people believe, they become gods.

Deities arise from the faith of the masses, and are equally bound by that faith. It’s a simple causal contract: the more powerful the Divine Power, the greater the cost. You get what you give, otherwise you suffer backlash, and the resentment of the masses is not so easy to bear.

Even the most wicked gods dare not massively devour the souls of their followers; it’s a well-known taboo among deities, and those who ignored it have long since perished.

However, there are exceptions to everything. If followers willingly sacrifice themselves to the deity they believe in, surrendering their self, there will be no backlash.

And the Lord of Lightning intends to take advantage of this.

He no longer plans to wait.

The longer the delay, the more followers will abandon Him, adversely affecting His situation. Rather than let the faith go to waste, it’s better to have the followers sacrifice themselves, regaining His strength in a short time.

...

As night fell.

Countless torches lit up like stars.

If viewed from high above, billions of people gathered over ten thousand square kilometers of land. Under the leadership of their respective priests, prayers rang out across the sky, and the air trembled.

Plans couldn’t keep up with changes. Amir Jael was secretly anxious yet helpless, resorting to following others in prayer, over and over.

The only consolation is that at this time, that woman Olin Dan with muscles more developed than a man’s no longer had the leisure to eye him, alleviating his physical and psychological suffering.

"Great and merciful Lord, You are the incarnation of lightning, possessing boundless power. Today, we are here, offering our sincere prayers, wishing for Your radiance to spread throughout the universe..."

Amir Jael chanted along with the crowd; at first, he was tense, but gradually, he was infected by the atmosphere around him, becoming more involved and fervent to the point of losing himself entirely...

Extremely dense Power of Faith permeated the heavens and earth, rising straight to the skies.

Visions began to appear in the sky.

The originally clear sky began to gather clouds, with vague sounds of thunder rolling; under such immense power, all things began to subtly transform.

...

When Chen Shouyi returned from space, his expression was not good.

"Boom!"

A flash of lightning streaked by, with a thunderous roar.

He glanced at the dark sky, filled with leaden clouds, as the heavy rain approached.

Upon returning to his temporary hotel, he found Li Wenwu waiting at the door: "General Manager Chen, you’re finally back."

"What is it?" Chen Shouyi paused and asked.

Li Wenwu seemed hesitant, then replied, "Commander Zhang asked me to check when you’re returning to the country."

"Returning to the country?" Chen Shouyi paused and asked, "Why should I return to the country?"

Hearing this, Li Wenwu trembled internally, his throat tightened, trying to maintain composure, but his voice betrayed him with a slight falsetto:

"This... this is the Lord of Lightning, not an ordinary Barbarian God. Are you really sure about this?"

"About fifty-fifty," Chen Shouyi thought seriously and said.

"Fifty-fifty?" Li Wenwu’s voice completely changed, as if a white goose had been strangled, his voice sharp, drawing the attention of many hotel staff.

"Maybe a bit weaker, but it’s not so easy for the opponent to kill me." Chen Shouyi glanced at the agitated Li Wenwu and added.

With a peak-level Giant Transformation, his physique and defense were remarkable, comparable to that of a pervert. Chen Shouyi estimated that not even an Armor-Piercing Bullet could break his defense, and body fused with the Lord of Lightning’s Divine Artifact, greatly increasing his resistance to Energy. Even if he couldn’t win, it wouldn’t be easy for the opponent to kill him.

Li Wenwu was dumbfounded: "But... but!"

"Don’t ’but’ me, do you have anything else?" Chen Shouyi asked impatiently.

"No... nothing else."

"Then I’ll be heading for a rest."

"Oh, okay... okay, you’re busy!" Li Wenwu hurriedly replied. As Chen Shouyi turned to walk towards the hotel door, he promptly remembered something and quickly said, "General Manager Chen, wait..."

Chen Shouyi had to stop again, indicating with his eyes for Li Wenwu to speak quickly.

He’d been monitoring from space all day and hadn’t even fed those two little ones yet.

"General Manager Chen, do you think anything will happen tonight?" Li Wenwu asked cautiously.

"How would I know?" Chen Shouyi thought he was going to ask something else and couldn’t help but sarcastically reply, he wasn’t the worm in the other side’s stomach, how would he know when They would descend:

"But rest assured, the moment They arrive, I’ll know."

The descending Barbarian God would be like a sun emitting light, with power radiating wildly, utterly unable to hide. Even with weak Divine Power Barbarian Gods, an ordinary person could feel the oppression from several kilometers away. With someone like the Lord of Lightning and their Powerful Divine Power, it could be felt from a hundred kilometers away.

As for Chen Shouyi, even if the opposition descended from a thousand kilometers away, he could sense it faintly.

Watching Li Wenwu leave.

Chen Shouyi couldn’t help but shake his head, sigh, usually old Li is quite composed, but when coming across significant matters, he becomes frantic.

...

Not mentioning how Li Wenwu rushed back to the command center to report the situation.

As soon as Chen Shouyi returned to the room, the two little ones eagerly emerged from under the bed:

"Mighty Giant, you’re back," said the Shell Lady.

"Were you two obedient at home?" Chen Shouyi asked with a smile.

"Very obedient!"

"I was also very obedient!"

Of the two little ones, the Shell Lady was more articulate and more attached to Chen Shouyi. The red little one was still somewhat unfamiliar, still in the process of getting accustomed, only mimicking the Shell Lady.

"Rumble!"

A flash of lightning outside illuminated the room, scaring the two little ones into trembling.

Chen Shouyi furrowed his brows, moved over to close the curtains, and the rain began to pour down in large drops.

A storm is brewing.

But this time, who will emerge victorious remains to be seen.

He coldly snorted to himself.

After feeding the two little ones, he took a bath, then lay on the bed to rest and recover, listening to the rolling thunder outside, surprisingly serene inside, knowing the inevitable would come.

Since repelling the Lord of Lightning last time up to now.

Every day he practiced martial arts, every day he imagined the Lord of Lightning as his enemy, day and night, all for this day.

He’s waited a long time for this.

...

A peaceful night, nothing happened.

The next day, the rain grew heavier, countless lightning bolts pounded the earth.

An apocalyptic scene.

Sitting in a hotel restaurant with few guests, Chen Shouyi silently ate breakfast. Several officers stood to the side, wanting to confirm the situation several times but never daring to step forward.

After his statement yesterday.

Everyone’s attitude changed drastically.

Became more reverent.

Reverent as if he were a god.

ps: There’s a thunderstorm today, and the power’s out at home, I wonder if anyone believes it?