He had been enjoying the latent, untapped energy of true, faithful worship, until he had seen the statues, and now he just had a headache. He shook his head, before gesturing for them to continue. He would have words, and likely a very nasty punishment, if there was a pretender of him. He honestly hadn't expected that, and sent what he remembered of his last visit, specifically showing only a single, small temple of him, without a statue, and the angels hadn't been double D or larger knock outs. They had been normal and sensibly proportioned females, with natural interfaces on their backs for the wings. He had no idea why they had changed so radically, unless someone pretending to be him had shown up, and forced the change on them. He simply followed, and made plans, focusing on trying to get the survivors out of the city as fast as possible, IF that was the most feasible option.