Looking down with disdain.

In that instant of spine-chilling fear, Lu Ming instinctively stepped back: "Who are you!"

Then, he saw that smile on the face, so warm and gentle.

Like a dream shadow.

"I am that cripple you just mentioned."

Ji Jue reached out, patted his shoulder, gently brushed away the nonexistent dust, then naturally moved forward, smiling slightly at Wen Wen, and took Lu Ming's place as he stepped up the stairs.

Standing in front of everyone.

He turned back, looking at those unfamiliar faces.

Grinned.

"Hello, everyone, I am Ji Jue. Perhaps some of you have heard of me, and many have not seen me, but that's alright."

He slowly said, "Yes, that's right, as you know, after such a heavy loss and price, the only result we brought back.

For this, I am grateful. I will not turn a blind eye to everyone's sacrifices. For those who risked their lives for a stranger they had never met, as the one being rescued, I am grateful.

However, before that, I must clarify one thing—"

He paused, solemnly and directly said, "The rumors in the camp are actually wrong; I did not kill any angel."

In the brief silence, everyone's expressions slightly froze, then changed, unable to suppress anger and doubt, but before that, they heard a voice from the highest point:

"Because the one who actually acted wasn't me, the one who truly pulled the trigger at the angel, the one who truly killed the angel, was Linka."

The roar at the end of the deathly silence had no chance to erupt, subdued once again in those gentle words.

Immediately, whispers that could not be restrained, suspicion and confusion, even scrutiny arose.

In the crowd, Linka's face was flushed with excitement, wanting to speak but unable to, perceiving the gazes of those around her, she could only nod firmly.

To provide testimony with her own experience and credibility for Ji Jue's words.

The faces subtly changed, unaware that the focus had quietly shifted from the losses brought by Wen Wen to the question of whether the angel was dead.

Only Lu Ming was furious, desperately trying to push Ji Jue away, only to find it felt like pushing against an iron block, colliding with an iron wall, with absolutely no reaction at all.

"Is playing with words fun!"

He raised his voice, interrupting Ji Jue, roaring, "All this nonsense bullshit, it doesn't matter if it's you or Linka who killed, what's the difference?"

"There is a difference, brother, there is."

Ji Jue was not offended, his smile remained, perhaps even warmer. It was almost like watching a mischievous child in class, even a hint of affection.

Surprising that you even came forward to be a foil?

You're really something.

What a pity, this brain, can basically say goodbye to rebellion, just a pure tool man.

"This only proves one thing."

Ji Jue raised a finger, pointing to the sky, then swept over the faces in front of him: "I can have Linka do it, and likewise, I can let any one of you here do it, no matter who it is, you, you, or you…

Anyone here, from now on, can pick up a weapon and truly fight to the death with their enemy.

I will bring about a turning point, I will bring real change—

I promise, as long as you still have the courage to pick up a weapon, as long as you haven't given up in your heart, then victory will ultimately belong to you!

To every one of you who dares to draw a knife against the so-called deities!"

His words, as weighty as stone, echoed in the silence, reverberating back and forth, conveyed with such decisive tone into everyone's ears, yet utterly different compared to the implausible descriptions in the rumors.

When looking into that face with a gentle smile, there was an inexplicable sense of reassurance and security, as if indeed seeing the scene of the angel's fall, truly able to touch such a future.

Although it seemed ridiculous, it seemed he spoke very sincerely, what if it were true? What if…

A longing to believe, a longing for relief, yearning for an end to the prolonged torment.

Even the most steadfast person desires to believe in the existence of hope...

So-called belief.

Outside the crowd, Bao Dacai had a peculiar expression, hesitating to speak: Isn't this routine strangely familiar? Buddy, it seems like you're playing the same game as the other side...

But what's wrong with the same game?

If it works, it's fine!

At this moment, as the focus of the crowd shifted to Ji Jue, listening to his ludicrous and strange promise, Wen Wen, as the commander, felt no anger from any infringement of authority, but rather, let out a faint sigh of relief.

If not for the wrong setting, she would have immediately called someone to bring a yellow robe to drape over Mr. Ji.

Just the Northern Mountain District alone was enough to make her overwhelmed, let alone leading all the rebels? If she hadn't had no other choice before, she really didn't want to bear this burden.

When she originally insisted on rescuing Ji Jue, she might not have been free from thoughts and plans of passing the responsibility.

Amid the scattered whispers, only Lu Ming looked around in astonishment, finally sensing that something was amiss.

It was as if, in a moment of inattention, he had fallen into some trap... and when those eyes containing a hint of a smile looked at him, he couldn't hold back, his whole body chilled.

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