He couldn't move at all...
"Little Chicken" looked at the cultist who had just been trying to recruit him, but was now swinging a scepter at him with a face full of despair.
The thing could even smash those "Red Moon" followers, who were like small cargo trucks; if it hit his head, he would definitely be dead on the spot.
However, at this critical moment, an orange flash flickered.
A figure stood in front and with a flying kick, sent the smelter wielding the scepter flying.
"It seems my orange flash has arrived just in time!" the figure declared as he stood straight and looked around slowly.
The newcomer was handsome, except the name above his head kind of ruined the mood.
"○God? Activate!"
Little Chicken wasn't entirely unfamiliar with this person, after all, they were on the same instance mission, always competing for the role of "daddy" in the internal group chat.
The two would often bicker over "daddy," giving each other grief, and it wasn't just once or twice.
