The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1308 384: Reunion After the Broken Mirror (Part 3)

In the Gray Man Federation where materialism reigns, delving into history is a taboo of all taboos, especially the secrets concerning the Ancient God Merc and the "Ark of Redemption" sect.

But having been driven to the brink, he no longer cared.

His company terminated his contract the moment he contracted "Rust Disease," leaving him without money for treatment or for replacing his faulty prosthetics. And just as he was troubled over his illness and his next job, a bill demanding loan repayment arrived at his home.

The rope always breaks at its thinnest point, and misfortune favors the unfortunate.

The Federation Council seemed to act as a stern father toward him, yet when it came to issues of banks and companies, they turned a blind eye.

And just when he had hit rock bottom, he heard about the Ancient God "Merc" from others who shared a similar fate.

The textbooks in the Federation only said that guy wasn't a good person, and his followers were wicked to the core, yet it was unclear about how these wicked people came into being. There was no word about what the precursor to the Federation—the Wastelanders Alliance—did during the tribal period before becoming an alliance.

Kael treated survivors as slaves, didn't those tribes also treat survivors as slaves?

No one told him what the difference was, maybe there was none, just like how he had now become a slave to debt, under the thumb of a group of slave masters called shareholders and creditors.

He could only interpret in the worst way possible—the so-called "evil" was merely an excuse for the despicable Wastelanders to kill the savior.

It's all a scam!

It seems the reason the Federation Council confiscated their extraordinary powers was out of fear that those awakened to their extraordinary powers would recall past memories!

He bet his only hope on that one-in-a-billion chance, and on the cold concrete ground, he drew the teleportation array he repeatedly saw in his dreams.

Although he didn't possess extraordinary powers, he had heard that Kael didn't either at first, and for the Ancient Gods within the Void, devotion was more meaningful than talent.

As long as they could establish a connection, He would naturally imbue all the mysteries that defied the laws of physics into himself!

Fortunately, he really managed to do it!

In two hundred years, countless people have called upon the Ancient God's name, and he was the only one who made the magic array emit purple mist.

Stunned, he knelt to the ground, overwhelmed with joy, and exerted all his strength to keep calling out the name "Merc" into the void.

Not only did he call the name, but he also offered sincere prayers and confessions, and with tears and rage, he denounced the heinous crimes of the Gray Man Federation.

Including the lack of social security and the persecution of the transcendent, among others.

However, since the Aus Continent didn't have such things, the voices transmitted through Spiritual Resonance couldn't always be understood by Merc and the others on the other side of the Void Realm.

Nevertheless, the intense emotion was indeed conveyed.

Everyone standing in the Mage Tower hall intensely felt the negative emotions emanating from the Gray Man!

The blurred lens became clearer and clearer.

Merc, standing at the edge of the magic array, was dumbfounded.

He never expected that Prince Colin did nothing, merely dragged the progress bar he didn't dare pull back further, and the shaky Void Realm passage stabilized itself.

That means...

He and Professor Arist just need to hold on a bit longer, and the 178th Void Realm will recover on its own, except the "Resentful Spirit Charcoal" specialty will be gone!

Realizing what a foolish thing he had done, Merc could only feel his intestines turning green with regret at this moment.

This 178th Void Realm was given away for nothing!

Moreover—

Professor Arist will definitely put the blame on him!

But Luo Yan didn't think this guy had anything to regret, because without his guidance, it would be the same result next time.

And next time, there might not be such luck.

The time behind the Void Realm continued to flow, and the Gray Man, crawling within the magic array, spoke with voices filled with unwillingness, accusations, and rising aggression.

"...Equality hasn't been achieved, and it's becoming more and more distant!"

"If sacrificing us could bring about their promises, the arrival of a world without oppression might be worth it! But the result? Our sacrifices didn't forge great prosperity, rather, it drove all of us from an outdated cage into another greedier cage! They not only want to sacrifice our flesh and blood, but also our spirits!"

He lifted his dull metal prosthetic upwards and through the deep purple mist, he vaguely saw a pair of dark purple eyes.

The Ancient God was watching him!

He was listening!

A hint of fanaticism appeared on his face, and he poured all the fervor of his broken body into that all-or-nothing cry.

"I implore you to open your eyes and bring your loyal people back into the battle again! We are not afraid of sacrifice, since mortal bodies will eventually perish, since we have nothing to lose!"

"We only wish, before our souls return to your Divine Kingdom, to let our useless flesh burn once more for your will!"

"We want revenge! Against those Gray Men who deceive us! I want them to taste the terror of living in the Abyss!"

Merc gazed at him blankly, feeling that the will erupting from this Gray Man was in no way inferior to that of the Gray Man hero who once rebelled against Kael's tyranny.

Moreover, within his determination and persistence, there was an additional fervor and devotion absent from that past hero.

He was like a combination of Kael and that person!

Listening to this blood-crying prayer, Miller's face was full of anticipation and excitement as he turned to look at Colin, waiting for his directive.

The same was true for Merc, whose complex expression was half expectation, half curiosity.

In actuality, apart from that passion and devotion, this guy was just another little mouse living at the bottom, like Kael.

He was curious to see what Colin would do.

If he didn't lift this little mouse to the throne, what else could he do?

Let him die?

Luo Yan watched silently at the desolate yet revenge-flaring soul through the lens, tasting his anger and madness.

A moment later, in a voice devoid of emotion, he delivered his first command regarding the 178th Void Realm to the eager-looking Miller and other assistants.

"Tell him, the Ancient God is dead."

"Call me Colin."