The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1284 378: Dongshi Imitates Xishi (Part 4)

Merk didn't even seriously teach Kael what to do, yet the latter intuitively grasped this ultimate insight.

Although they have different colors of blood flowing in their veins, their spiritual frequencies are almost identical, and that might be why they cooperate so seamlessly.

Ultimately, a monster more twisted and insane than the Wasteland itself was born, greedily devouring everything in its sight.

Just as Merk was smugly thinking he was about to achieve ultimate success, even more so than the 440th Void Realm, an unexpected event occurred.

The atrocities of the "Ark of Redemption" finally made the other practical scavenger tribes on the Wasteland feel an immediate survival threat.

In the face of fear, they united.

The Gray Men, who had seen through the hypocrisy of the Divine Kingdom, finally realized there was never a savior in the world; they could only rely on themselves.

They no longer believed in deities descended from the heavens, only in their rusty weapons and the old world machinery that could be repaired and roared again.

In the darkest moment, a true hero was born.

He was once the most devout follower under the Divine Envoy of the "Ark of Redemption," but after witnessing the many atrocities of the Church, he awakened from the lies about Holy Light.

He escaped, carrying scars and an unyielding will, starting to travel among the surviving tribes.

Under his call, the tribes that had previously been hostile and suspicious of each other united for the first time to form a loose but purpose-driven military organization—the "Wastelanders Alliance."

A war between materialism and idealism broke out on the ruins shrouded in gray fog, just like the wars hundreds of years ago fought for resources, only this time the battle was for the remaining survival space.

The Wastelanders used the knowledge recovered from the ruins to modify themselves and those roaring steam machines, launching a fierce counterattack against the paranoid and deranged "Ark of Redemption" with their prosthetic-repaired bodies.

This time, the counterattack was no longer a ragtag group but an iron wall forged by the fire of rebellion, molded by countless storms.

The flames of war quickly spread throughout the Wasteland.

Not only on the battlefield, but purges beyond the battlefield also began.

Realizing that the Extraordinary Power held by the "Ruins Shepherd" would only bring enslavement and destruction, the Wastelanders finally let go of their meager scruples and began to indiscriminately kill and cleanse all "outsiders" who could wield such power.

They viewed this power as a plague more terrifying than "Rust Disease," and the whispers from the Void as an evil spirit akin to a "natural disaster!"

This was something never before seen in the history of the Aus Continent—mortals, for the first time, raised the Slaughter Knife against the Transcendents!

Ultimately, in a decisive siege, the Wastelanders Alliance's army surrounded the Holy City of the "Ark of Redemption."

Standing atop the ruins-made walls, gazing at the army below made of steel and fury, the "Divine Envoy" Kael felt genuine fear for the first time.

He staggered back to the Temple, shut the door tightly, knelt to the ground, and issued a desperate prayer to the sky.

"My Lord! Great Merk! Where is your Divine Power? I beg you to bestow boundless might upon your servant once more! For the sake of my loyalty, please burn away those heretics who desecrate you!"

Inside the Colin Tower, Merk watched this scene, his face deathly pale, unable to comprehend how such favorable circumstances could turn out this way.

Until a few Void Realm years ago, everything was fine, but those suppressed "unbelievers" suddenly grew stronger.

He had given Kael everything he could.

At this moment, he could only watch helplessly.

"Have these fools gone mad? Rebelling against their savior? Do they know what they're doing!"

Merk roared hysterically, wishing he could enter that Void Realm and demonstrate his Gold Level might to those ugly Gray Men.

He had no doubt he would sweep those foolish mobs into the garbage like a Heavenly God descending!

However—

He could never cross that door.

That was another world, and the intervention of Source Power had its limits.

He could influence an unnoticed screw, ignite a prairie fire, even change the relative time flow of two worlds, but he could not stop the catastrophic collapse of an entire building, nor could he reverse time that had already passed.

He could, through Kael's hand, kill a few Wastelanders, but he couldn't possibly kill all those fearless individuals.

Not to mention, with the continuous death of his followers, the Source Power he could mobilize was already negligible.

The Transcendents of this world were ultimately too weak!

Finally, under the despairing gaze of countless fanatics, the Wastelanders raised their rifles and shot the "Divine Envoy" dead with flickering light.

With his fall, this absurd farce orchestrated by clumsy imposters finally crumbled amidst victorious cheers.

Inside the Mage Tower, silence reigned, the assistants staring at each other, not daring to breathe a word.

Merk stared intently at the Void Realm, his Magic Wand trembling slightly, unsure how this farce would ultimately conclude.