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The giant fists made up of the young warrior's Divine Aura, which have divided into hundreds of clones and then fused back up together completely pulverized the monsters, tearing them into pieces and splattering blood and guts all over the place.
"A-Ah…"
The chief was left alive, covered in blood and guts from the monsters, his face completely shocked as he saw a god descend from the skies.
"We barely made it in time. Are you alright?" The young man asked with a heroic demeanor.
"Hansakh-Makhto…"
"Excuse me?"
"Hansakh-Makhto… Our God of War has come… he has descended!"
They thought he was a God… well, they weren't that far from the truth. The Jath-hu believed in their own Gods, and although recognized the death of the "Old Gods" they were a very religious tribe of demons, isolated from the outside world, they believed in a myriad of different deities.
