"I…"
Gus felt that there was blood in his mouth.
Licking his lips, a stream of warmth flowed out of his throat. He vomited a mouthful of black blood.
Many fanatics exclaimed at the same time, fearing that the 'Holy Son' might not be able to withstand the immense strength of the True God and that the body of the mortal would immediately be vaporized.
Grey hurried to help her brother. "Gus, are you alright?"
"I—I'm fine."
Gus shook his head and looked around. "There are too many people here. I want to find a quiet place to rest and meditate."
At this moment, Gus had established his absolute authority among the defeated soldiers.
His words were the golden rule that no one dared to defy.
Andre immediately cleaned up the deck for him. All the fanatics were driven to the bottom of the cabins or simply jumped onto other ships.