Chapter 1884: Faith War 3

Lord Andre, I understand.

He bowed and knelt.

Facing Andre's command-like tone, the first-generation impostor of the true god could only reply in a low voice.

Merely sensing that his rightful Faith Power had been diverted to Andre, the first-generation impostor's heart gave a sudden cold chuckle, a flicker of unnoticeable chill flashing in his eyes.

Faith Power isn't so easily absorbed, especially since what's condensed now isn't even true faith.

Don't say Andre absorbed it without any defenses; even they would need to repeatedly refine it through special rules to use even a bit.

(Looks like those Creators don't care about this kid at all! They didn't even tell him basic common sense! Good... this also gives me an opportunity!)

Not daring to think further, the first-generation impostor quickly hid his inner thoughts, then shifted his tone, like a benevolent heavenly father, and began to 'preach' according to Andre's script.

"My children, I see you suffering, just as I suffer."

"The Apocalypse is not my will, nor was it brought down by the gods!"

"This Apocalypse was manufactured by foreign evil gods! It is the incarnation of primordial evil!"

"Just as the gods descended to save you in the name of the Holy Son Andre, this world also has an incarnation of evil in the East!"

"Demon Lin An! He is the sin that blocks you from receiving God's salvation! He is..."

It felt like returning to the Middle Ages.

Behind Andre, among the many Fourth Stage Awakened Ones, several regional representatives frowned as they watched the gods' performance.

Although knowing this was the fugitives cooperating with them, an important means for Andre to brainwash humanity.

But as humans, they always felt it was somewhat absurd.

"Again the Federation, again the gods... Do people really believe these words?"

In the North European War Zone, a burly middle-aged Fourth Stage could not help but voice his discontent in a low tone.

He naturally saw that this scene was fundamentally Andre consolidating his authority, completely contrary to the nature of the Federation.

"Never mind, we don't believe it, but plenty of people do. Those lowly folks are just a bunch of idiots; a little brainwashing and they'll even kill their own children!"

"In my view, if we didn't need their reproductive capacity, exterminating this bunch of waste might be better!"

A scoffing laugh came from a North American War Zone Fourth Stage, arms crossed, looking down at the masses of fervent lower-class survivors below.

He belonged to the elite class before the Apocalypse, and after it naturally looked down even more on these foolish masses.

Human civilization's continuation only needs these elites! For the lower classes of humanity, just fabricate some lies; give them a little fantasy and this bunch of waste will tear at each other like wild dogs, becoming their slaves.

"Maybe..."

Without refuting the youth's words, the middle-aged man silently sighed and dared not say more.

He was merely a Fourth Stage Junior; under the circumstances, he could only silently follow. His only hope was that Lin An could stay calm, perhaps... perhaps even reduce the death toll a little.

Having allied with the fugitives, and with a supercivilization Andre behind him, Lin An could not possibly match them.

Even if that man had once been humanity's strongest...!

Emotional incitement, manufacturing miracles.

Soon, in the eyes of many Fourth Stage beings, the first-generation impostor, cooperating with the gods, displayed a series of clumsy miracles one after another.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, all the survivors gathered in the Egyptian War Zone erupted in fervent cheers, even kneeling and weeping.

Even the weakest fugitives are Fourth Stage! For low-level Awakened Ones, the mighty effect of the rules is no less than a miracle, let alone the common masses.

One can imagine how many survivors worldwide will shout praises to the gods.

"Kneel down! Daughter, hurry and kneel!"

"God has come to save us! The great Holy Son Andre will bless us! Kneel down! Let God see our sincerity!"

Outside the Federation base, tens of millions of survivors like a black blanket of ants ceaselessly kneel before the gods in the sky. Led by believers, they chant hymns of praise.

Meanwhile, at the edge where the crowd couldn't push in, a middle-aged woman desperately pulled a girl, trying to make her kneel on the ground, unable to look directly at the gods.

Faced with her mother's somewhat crazy, even bloodshot eyes, the dark-skinned girl merely pressed her lips tightly, unable to refrain from advising:

"Mother! This isn't a god! I've seen the information on the communication channel! These people aren't gods at all!"

"If they were truly gods, why didn't they appear sooner?! This is the founding of the Federation; we're not here to believe in anything...!"

"Slap!"

Without waiting for the girl to finish her hurried words, the woman half-kneeling on the ground glared at her like an enemy and slapped her hard.

"That's God! God has come to save us! Didn't God say so? Earlier He was just testing us!"

"Apu Jiana! Don't think that just because you've become an Awakened One you can desecrate the divine!"

"Hurry and kneel, hurry and beg the Holy Son's forgiveness! You simply don't understand God's greatness!"

Shivering all over, the woman forced the girl's head down without hesitation, making her kneel quickly. She didn't know whether the Federation could save them, but she knew that an almighty God certainly could!

The same scene practically unfolded across the entire square; at a glance, the picture appeared absurd and bizarre.

Many ordinary survivors either forced or anxiously persuaded the children of Awakened Ones, everything seeming to have reversed.

Looking at her mother, who now regarded her as an enemy, Apu Jiana could only half-kneel on the ground with a sorrowful heart, her eyes bewildered and uncomprehending as she gazed at the fervent crowd.

Half a year ago, her mother joined a religion that called itself the Sun God. After joining, her mother not only seemed to have become a different person, but also stopped her from joining the supply‑search team, claiming that God would drop food from the heavens. Fighting monsters, they claimed, was the foolish worship of one's own strength while disrespecting God—one of the seven deadly sins, arrogant and conceited!

Faced with such twisted logic, no matter how Apu Jiana argued with her mother, it was to no avail.

Only after the woman would rather starve to death before her eyes did Apu Jiana suddenly realize that her mother's madness stemmed essentially from fear that she would die in a zombie's mouth.

The woman lacked strength; the cruelty of the Apocalypse had already driven every lower‑class survivor mad.

Thus, her mother merely used her own imagined hope to "help" her.

Even so, it appeared utterly absurd.

"Shouldn't we be building the Federation? Shouldn't we be returning to how things were before the Apocalypse, rebuilding order? Why... why do these big shots keep deceiving us like this..!?"

The scorching sun burned the heart.

The girl gazed blankly at the Fourth Stage beings displaying miracles under the sun.

She was a law student before the Apocalypse, and after the Apocalypse she relied on her own strength and courage, bringing her mother along and surviving to the present.

She would normally gather every possible piece of useful information, carefully examining all intelligence in the battle zone channels, even if it was just a few words.

Therefore, she is not like many lower-tier Survivors who lack independent thought and merely live numbly.

Before Andre opened the meeting, she too was excited and hopeful.

Who would have thought that the so-called New Federation was merely the rhetoric of these super-powered elites, the leaders of each battle zone, who fundamentally had no intention of rebuilding civilization and only wanted to enslave them with lies!

"Apuchana! You still dare to look directly at the true god! Quick! Quick, swear to the god! You will forever be loyal to the Sun God!"

Suddenly, the woman seemed to hear some word, and she forcibly pressed the girl's head down to the ground.

"Don't be disrespectful to the god anymore! Daughter! Acting like this will anger the god! The god will not resurrect your father!"

"O god! Great Sun God! Please forgive our ignorance! Please believe in our loyalty!"

As if having heard some news from the sect in advance, without waiting for the girl to be startled, the next second the founder who had manifested a divine sign hundreds of miles away suddenly became open and bright, then handed a scepter to Andre.

"My people! I know your suffering!"

"I will bestow supreme authority upon the Holy Son Andre! You need only faith in him and worship him, and you can die and be reborn! Let the dead return from hell to the mortal realm!"

As the words fell, Andre, gripping the scepter, suddenly shot up into the sky; in an instant, a majestic voice suddenly passed through the broadcast Props, echoing in every corner of the globe.

"Anyone who joins the Federation can gain eternal life!"

"I will grant you true hope!"

"Hum!"

The heaven-reaching light pillar instantly lit up.

In the sight of hundreds of millions of Survivors, a zombie that had been prepared at some unknown time suddenly let out a painful howl in the white light, then turned back into a human at a speed visible to the naked eye!

That is!?

Such a startling change instantly left even a large number of Fourth Stage awestruck.

For a moment, all Survivors worldwide watching the broadcast were as if they had witnessed a true divine sign, stunned in place!

"That is... resurrection of the dead!!?"

"What is that!? Lord Andre really turned the zombie back into a human!?"

"Impossible! That zombie's brains are completely dried up! What on earth is going on!?"

At the scene, not only were the Survivors of the entire Egypt battle zone shocked and speechless, but even the Fourth Stage of each country were so stunned they could not speak.

But soon, as hundreds of mental powers simultaneously swept toward the zombie that had turned back into a human, everyone's eyes flashed with an unusual hue.

This aura... wait, it seems not human!?

Ignoring the astonishment of the national representatives, Andre merely felt satisfied sensing another cluster of energy within his body.

Although he had never planned to absorb faith in his scheme, this thing truly exists, and he now actually craves more of it.

Indeed, it is not resurrection.

As a means to completely silence all sound in a short time.

Such a divine sign of turning a zombie back into a human is merely letting an escapee "burrow" into the corpse, then using rule-based power to reorganize flesh and blood, making it look like resurrection.

Although this method can be quickly seen through by Fourth Stage Awakened Ones.

But for lower-tier Survivors, it undoubtedly drives this ignorant populace into utter madness, making them completely loyal to him!

Even, in the information revealed by the escapee, this move can perfectly destroy Lin An's plot to gather faith! Under the Apocalypse, no one can resist the temptation to resurrect loved ones!

Even if Lin An's status among global Survivors is extremely high, he could not possibly oppose this move!

No wasted shock emotion.

Andre decisively raised the scepter and spoke again:

"As long as you have faith in the gods and fight for the Federation! Anyone can be resurrected, even your most beloved!"

"Of course, the gods love humanity, but there are also evil gods obstructing!"

"In the East! In that direction! The sinister nation led by Lin An is attempting to thwart all of this!"

"Lin An! This monster wearing human skin! He is greedy and cruel, occupying power that should belong to everyone! He has allied with evil gods, wantonly slaughtering our human elites, killing the gods' believers! He is an enemy of the Federation!"

"In the face of such a wicked person, what should we do!?"

The words fell.

Almost as Andre finished his impassioned speech, voices of anger, shouts driven to the extreme by fanatical emotion, rang out across the sky and earth.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!!"

"Fight for the gods! Fight for the Federation! Kill Lin An!"

The crowd's fury rose, the sound waves shook the heavens.

At this moment, seeing the masses of Survivors and believers driven totally mad by Andre's incitement, in an instant the Fourth Stage of every nation changed expression, their hearts suddenly turning cold.

Too terrifying! None of them expected Andre's method of dealing with Lin An to be this!

If they had previously wanted to kill Lin An, their excuse would have been utterly insufficient, and many Awakened Ones are not fools!

But now...

"Gone mad! All gone mad! Even if they know it's fake, countless will still fight clinging to illusion!"

Resurrecting one's own kin, letting loved ones turned into zombies return to normal! Such temptation, if they did not know the truth, would likely drive them mad as well.

So, Andre's next step is...!?

As expected.

He gave no time for the national representatives present to react.

Only then did Andre, as if wrapped in supreme authority, scan the entire arena:

"I declare! Whoever kills a Long An Third Stage will receive the blessings of the gods and the Federation!"

"Now, who is willing to fight alongside me to jointly eradicate evil!"

Step by step, they pressed closer.

Faced with Andre directly demanding they state their position before the world, every Fourth Rank representative present felt their hearts sink.

But soon they realized there was nothing to agonize over; this conference was originally meant to unite all humanity and launch an attack against Faction: Long An.

They had in fact already prepared for this scene.

"I am willing!"

"The Indian theater is willing to follow Lord Andre and join the Federation! We have long wanted to kill Lin An! Kill that monster!"

"The Korean theater... is willing! Lin An destroyed our homeland! If it weren't for his despicable means stealing our things, we would have already dominated Asia!"

"The Philippine theater is willing to join! I think you don't need to compete with us for this credit! I have long wanted to meet Lin An and fight him! We are willing to be the vanguard!"

"The British theater agrees... that the existence of such a monster as Lin An is indeed of no benefit to humanity."

Under the blazing sun, Andre listened satisfied as the national representatives one after another declared their stance, feeling that the outcome was already decided.

In terms of top-tier combat strength, Lin An is merely at the peak of the Body System; even he might not be able to defeat him, let alone the First Generation and the Fifth Stage behind him.

In terms of high-level combat strength, with the coordination of Fourth Ranks worldwide and many Fourth Rank refugees, they also hold an overwhelming advantage!

In terms of low-level Awakened Ones, their numbers are tens to hundreds of times greater!

(After dealing with Lin An, the entire earth will have no one able to defy my will! I believe the Creators will also give me a chance, allowing me to join the alliance!)

(The only pity is...)

Overlooking the land, a hint of regret flickered in Andre's eyes.

The only thing lacking, perhaps, is that Lin An really doesn't dare to come? If we could suppress Lin An in front of all the Survivors, the effect would be even better.

Suppressing pointless emotions, Andre soon turned his gaze to the last Soviet theater.

Facing Andre's somewhat icy gaze, the Soviet representative opened his mouth, seeing the covert hostility or amused looks from the crowd; this Soviet high-ranking official could only force a smile and speak.

"The Soviet theater agrees to join the alliance! We will have absolutely no further ties with Faction: Long An!"

As his words fell, Andre nodded in satisfaction.

But just as he was about to declare the formal establishment of the Federation, an imperceptible void fluctuation instantly came from an altitude of ten thousand meters.

"Very good!"

"Since you all are willing to join the Federation, I announce! From this moment on, the Federation will officially begin the purge operation, for the future of humanity, the Federation will advance toward Faction: Long An...!"

"Toward what?"

The voice sounded abrupt, the whole crowd startled, not knowing who dared to interrupt Andre's words at this moment.

The next second, the answer appeared.

Only a figure that instilled primal fear in everyone suddenly stepped out from the ten-thousand-meter altitude!

With his back to the blazing sun, almost the moment Lin An appeared, even the hot air plummeted by ten degrees.

Ignoring the faces of everyone present changing in unison.

Under the gaze of hundreds of millions, Lin An spoke softly:

"Is this a declaration of war?"

"You don't need to declare war; I'll do it myself."

"Pa"

Lin An snorted, casually crushing a task scroll exchanged from the prestige shop.

In an instant, a cold system announcement echoed across the globe.

"Global announcement:"

"Player Lin An has used the war task scroll, declaring war scope: all theaters worldwide!!"

The scroll turned into light.

One second later.

Before the crowd could react.

Beneath the mask, Lin An gazed earnestly at the massive army of over a million Awakened Ones formed before him, and at the hundreds of dazed Fourth Ranks:

"Let's go up together."

"I'm in a hurry."