330: Allah?

“S-saved? Are we... saved?”

A middle-aged man wearing the official robes of Khakas touched his cheeks and looked around in terror.

Thousands of subjects stood frozen in place. Then, after their emotions had been suppressed to the extreme, they exploded instantly. Some howled with excitement, some buried their heads and wept, some hugged each other and laughed from the bottom of their hearts, and others ran around like madmen, shouting: “Saved, finally... we are saved...”

“...Our home... our home is gone!”

There is always someone capable of soberly recognizing the current situation. This voice, completely drowned out in the crowd, spread like a plague. In the wake of this exclamation, everyone fell silent once again.

Everyone turned back to look at the Khakas royal capital, Kolum. Their gazes were dull; some began to sob softly, and the scene descended into chaos once more.

“Wait... we were captured by demons. It was the True Lord, it was the True Lord who saved us! It was the True Lord who heard my prayers, heard everyone's prayers, and manifested! I saw the True Lord, he... he was wearing white clothes and had a bald head!”

An elderly woman suddenly thought of something and abruptly turned back again, gazing at the two figures on the hillside.

One was wearing a white monk's robe, his shiny bald head gleaming in the sunlight; the other was wearing soft armor, holding a Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade, looking majestic.

Everyone began to look toward the figure radiating golden light. Although they could not see his face clearly, everyone recognized his attire.

In Hell, it was this person who saved them.

They only remembered a flash of golden light before passing out, and when they woke up, they were already under the sunlight.

With such immense Divine Ability and power, who else could it be but the True Lord?

Everyone stared at the monk's direction as if possessed, their eyes filled with tears.

“That is... that is the True Lord!”

The official who had first realized the truth reacted the fastest. Due to the close distance, he suddenly rushed toward Tang Ku. Stopping a hundred meters away, he plopped onto his knees, his face streaming with tears, and prostrated himself: “Greetings, True Lord, greetings... True Lord! Thank you, True Lord, for your care for everyone. Thank you, True Lord. If it were not for the existence of the True Lord, we believers would likely have all been dragged into Hell by the demons... Wuu... wuuuu...”

He was the one Tang Ku had rescued from the energy chamber; he had been moments away from being thrown into the furnace to be burned, so his impression of this was the deepest. In his eyes, that huge furnace was the entrance to Hell!

“Greetings, True Lord, thank you for your care for everyone...”

When one person knelt, the rest followed suit. Moreover, the person who knelt first was the most powerful person in the country besides the king—the high-ranking Prime Minister.

Clatter...

The crowd knelt on the ground one after another, shouting the name of the True Lord. This made Tang Ku's face turn bright red with extreme embarrassment. He opened his mouth and said: “I am not...”

Yang Jian hurriedly tugged on his sleeve from the side and whispered: “Holy Monk, if you reveal the truth now, they will commit suicide. A heretical deity saving them would cause their faith to collapse... Just accept it for now! They haven't seen what the so-called True Lord looks like anyway!”

Tang Ku sighed helplessly: “I'm going down the path of being a charlatan and there's no turning back now... Ahem... Well, believers, rise. I am... I am here to guide you!”

The believers stood up dazedly, but with the guidance of faith, their faces were filled with hope.

“When I sensed that your king had been bewitched by demons, it was already too late. I had no choice but to kill the demons, and that is how I saved you!” Tang Ku looked at everyone with a solemn face. Because he was positioned high up and with his back to the sun, the aura and light upon him were incomparably holy.

“We have sacrificed too much... Oh, True Lord, can you guide us? What should we do?”

The Prime Minister looked at Tang Ku piously and knelt again: “The king has been swallowed by the demons, we are already homeless, our homeland...”

Turning his head to see the giant lying on the ground over there, the Prime Minister was almost in tears: “Our homeland has become a tool for the demons... What... what should we do?”

Tang Ku rolled his eyes, then immediately said: “The demons' tools can also become our tools. The dead are gone; their Souls will enter Reincarnation. The kind will ascend to Heaven, and the evil will fall into Hell to redeem their sins before they can return to the human world. As for you all... you need to use this huge demonic tool to rebuild your homes! The subjects of Khakas have many skilled craftsmen and many united believers. You will surely be able to rebuild your homes under my guidance. Let us remember our departed loved ones and live on more tenaciously! Only then will you be worthy of being called my believers!”

Time seemed to stand still; one could hear a pin drop.

The Prime Minister's eyes were full of tears. He turned abruptly and shouted to the bewildered crowd: “The True Lord has given us guidance! This demonic tool, this demonic body, is the opportunity for us to rebuild our home!”

“Roar! May the True Lord bless us, rebuild our home!”

Like a landslide or a tsunami, men, women, young, and old all recovered their spirits. This made Tang Ku breathe a sigh of relief. After thinking for a moment, he immediately added: “Follow me... back to your homeland...”

As he spoke, he had already arrived beside the huge body. He suddenly exerted his Divine Power, activating the Mountain Moving Technique, and abruptly lifted the body—which was as huge as the entire city—into the air, slowly flying into the sky.

The huge body was very stable under the envelopment of the Mountain Moving Technique, but how shocking this scene must have been in the eyes of those Mortals.

Someone had lifted an entire city with one hand! Was this possible?

If it were the True Lord, then it was possible. The True Lord is an omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent existence. Isn't it normal to have such magic?

Tang Ku slowly flew toward the original site of Kolum. The subjects behind him immediately boiled over with excitement. Everyone followed closely behind him, walking toward their original homeland.

The journey was not long, but for Mortals—especially those who had been terrified and many of whom were seriously injured—it was already arduous enough.

However, with the support of faith, they persisted, advancing step by step toward their homeland.

“The True Lord is truly powerful, to be able to lift such a big thing. The True Lord is omnipotent, right?”

A little child followed behind his grandmother, tugging at her hand and asking.

“Of course, the True Lord is omnipotent!”

The grandmother looked piously at the “True Lord's” back and said devoutly.

“Then... who is that three-eyed general? Is he the True Lord's guard?”

The grandmother glanced at Yang Jian, who was trailing at the very back, and suddenly smiled: “He is the Holy Prophet!”