Chapter 352

Everyone raised their heads, gazing at Lin An standing in the void.

Cannot understand, cannot imagine.

Bathed in the blazing sun, Lin An's body suddenly burst forth with golden light, like a second sun rising.

He clenched his right hand, and the mental power erupting at full force controlled the gold-made Bolaka plaque on the city gate, then fiercely slammed it into the giant advertisement board at the entrance.

"Boom!!"

A deafening blast rang out.

The gem-inlaid City of Heaven shattered on the ground with the metal's mournful cry.

Dust rose everywhere, the earth trembled slightly.

"I declare."

Under the gaze of nearly a million eyes, Lin An slowly opened his mouth:

"Abolish all Bolaka regulations, abolish all noble status."

"From now on, this place will implement the fairest management, and everyone will be treated equally."

"From today on, no one can oppress you anymore, no one will starve to death, no one will become slaves."

"All sinful people will be executed under Judgment."

The crowd fell silent.

The sudden huge change in a short time made them lose the ability to think.

Lin An before them was like a deity descending to the world.

The extraordinary power shook people's hearts.

Being able to execute all nobles was enough to make them incredulous.

The words Lin An spoke now made them feel as if they were dreaming.

"My lord... what are you saying?!"

The crowd asked those around them as if in a dream, afraid they had misheard.

Many who had come to their senses trembled all over with excitement, difficulty swallowing, then repeated the words just spoken.

"My lord..."

"No!!"

"This deity?! Saying we don't have to be slaves anymore?!"

Walking in the void, bathed in holy light.

Everything before them seemed like a myth.

Large crowds breathed heavily; before they could break free from ecstasy in the Judgment stage, people instinctively knelt down.

They devoutly gazed at Lin An in the air, many eyes burning with fervor.

The excited crowd trembled all over, muttering madly:

"That's right! It must be a deity! It must be a deity come to save us!"

"Kneel quickly! Kneel down quickly!"

Countless people wept bitterly.

Long subjected to pain and oppression, their nerves were like taut strings.

In this moment, reason and thinking ability were completely overwhelmed by joy.

A black mass of people like ants knelt on the ground, and they began to loudly praise from the heart.

On the city wall, Gao Tian listened with a complex expression to the sky‑shaking cheers, while Anna beside him stared blankly at the holy Lin An.

As a theocratic Te Luo Yi Safe Zone, they believed in deities.

In the post‑cataclysm world, relying on the power of faith, Te Luo Yi gradually grew stronger.

Her father once believed in deities.

Even though no divine signs had ever appeared, even though the world had become hell, they never abandoned faith.

But from the day the mutiny occurred, faith shattered.

From childhood, Anna had heard too many mythological stories and religious parables.

The scene before them was remarkably similar to the stories in myths.

Unable to resist, her eyes filled with an indescribable divine radiance, tears streaming down her face.

Just like the crowd below, the soldiers on the wall likewise knelt under the emotional influence.

The vast Bolaka Safe Zone now had only four people left standing in place.

Zhang Tie glanced at Lin An's back with a sigh.

To speak frankly.

Even though he had followed Lin An since childhood and knew everything about him.

But whenever this happened, he couldn't help wondering whether Lin An was truly human.

Under the immense golden spiritual energy, the emotional contagion of millions of people even made him feel the urge to kneel.

Inside and outside Bolaka city, some Survivors with poorer physiques fainted in the extreme excitement.

Many hungry crowds kept swaying.

The emotional mobilization consumed stamina, yet many still had tears and smiles on their faces when unconscious.

When praise and emotion reached their peak, Lin An once again burst forth with all his mental power:

"Open the warehouses! Release the grain!"

On the city wall, the soldiers who had been prepared hurriedly rose from the ground, and then, in reverence, slit open the gathered grain bags with knives.

On all four city walls, tens of thousands of bags of grain poured down like rain.

Snowy white rice fell amidst the crowd's gaze.

Throats bobbed, they went frenzied.

Once only nobles could enjoy white rice and flour, they fluttered down and landed on heads.

Under mental control, the sky-full of food flew and danced.

Food rained down from the sky.

Bolaka, adept at trade, had stockpiled a large amount of food in the inner city.

Again and again, repeatedly shocking.

Survivors frenziedly watched the food rain falling from above, countless people knelt on the ground, heads raised, wailing loudly.

"Rice! It's rice!"

"Food! It's all food!!

"We won't be hungry anymore! We won't go hungry again!

Clothes tattered, hungry survivors cried and laughed, their hands quickly digging and throwing on the ground, heedless of the filthy mud, they began to eat in big mouthfuls.

The hunchbacked man with an iron pot behind him tightly hugged his child, then kicked over the pot of cooking "pork" onto the ground.

His voice hoarse, yet he could only cry out like a mute.

Beside the container, a mother with a sunken chest devoutly placed a broken bowl on her head, the child in her arms still unaware of what had happened.

The crowd lost in ecstasy did not scramble for food; everyone stood in place, overwhelmed with joy.

There was too much food; once-precious food now just needed an open mouth to fall in.

Emotions agitated, the famine-fainted survivors, shaken by companions, struggled to open their eyes, then stared blankly at the food rain falling from the sky.

Gazes dazed, reverent.

In the eyes that barely opened, Lin An stood in the void with a smile, as if truly the savior countless people longed for.

Emotions exploded.

Nearly a million survivors began spontaneously shouting Lin An's name.

It started with a few, then a group, then the whole city.

Mountains echoed, seas roared; everyone shouted Lin An's name from the heart.

Human voices like torches.

If fervor had a temperature, then Bolaka at this moment would be the core of the sun.

"Lin An!! Lin An!! Lin An!!

"Lin An!!

The shouting grew louder, and swaths of the crowd passed out from lack of oxygen in the uninterrupted shouting.

Forty photographers holding video cameras trembled all over as they felt the city's shouting; driven by emotion, they could not help but shout loudly as well.

The whole world seemed to have only one voice.

At the edge of the outer city, several middle-aged people clutching white paper trembled-lipped as they knelt, using their bodies as desks, the black pens in their hands swiftly recording on paper:

"July 21, 2033, 12:47 PM, the first month and three days after three years of the catastrophe

"The former sinful land—Bolaka

"Divine spirits descend into the world

"His name

"Lin An