My Beast Is the 12-Winged Angel Chapter 438 - 439: Create Hope With Your Own Hands!

Within the tomb-like silence of the cavern, Gu Xing’s steady voice resonated with clarity.

The words reached the ears and penetrated the souls of every laborer present:

"The Demon Race is gone, you... are free."

That single declaration acted like a splash of cold water into a vat of boiling oil, shattering the quiet instantly.

It fanned the embers of hope that had been nearly extinguished by the suffocating weight of despair in their hearts!

Following a brief lapse of stunned disbelief...

"Fr...free?"

In the front row, a gaunt, middle-aged miner instinctively whispered the word.

His gaze was hollow, as if his mind couldn't grasp the significance of those two syllables.

Freedom?

To them, the concept felt incredibly distant, like a dream that could never manifest in reality.

He scanned his surroundings in a state of bewilderment.

Upon the elevated dais, the two Demons who had loomed over them like living nightmares were nowhere to be seen.

In every direction he looked, the Demon overseers and guards—the ones who had whipped and slaughtered them on a whim—were gone.

They were now strewn across the cavern floor like harvested stalks of grain, drained of life and utterly dead!

Throughout the entire mine, except for these tattered members of the Human Race, not a single Demon remained standing!

This wasn't a hallucination!

"Re...really... free?!"

The voice of the middle-aged miner suddenly cracked and rose, finally erupting into a gut-wrenching sob:

"Wah... ooh... we’re free! We are free!!"

Like a contagious fever, this cry swept through the crowd!

"We’re free! Every Demon is dead!"

"We... we survived! We don't have to live like animals anymore!"

"Heaven has finally opened its eyes!!"

Emotions that had been bottled up for years burst forth like a collapsing dam!

Sobbing, laughter, shouts, and roars...

A chaotic symphony of sounds merged into a thunderous wave of noise.

They shrieked with every ounce of their strength.

It was as if they were purging the humiliation and terror that had built up over a lifetime of suffering!

By now, the elderly miner was weeping without restraint.

He bent low, his calloused and scarred hands covering his face tightly.

Yet, hot tears continued to seep through his fingers, tracing paths down his weathered arms.

Throughout his long life, he had watched far too many brothers die in agony.

His spirit had become hardened and numb, believing it would never feel again.

But in this moment, as the deafening cheers and cries surrounded him.

Feeling that resurrected spark of hope, he could no longer hold back the tide of his emotions.

"Thud—"

It was unclear who began it, but someone dropped heavily to their knees, facing the glowing figure hovering silently above the platform.

Pressing their forehead against the freezing stone floor, they yelled with all their might:

"Divine Envoy! Thank you, Divine Envoy, for saving us!!"

That single act of kneeling was the first falling domino!

"Thud! Thud! Thud!..."

Like a surging tide, the movement spread from the front to the back.

Inside the cave, thousands of miners—men, women, young and old—all fell to their knees toward the high platform in unison!

It was a sea of bowed heads, resembling a field of wheat bending in a gale!

They offered their thanks in the most humble, fervent, and pious manner possible!

"Long live the Divine Envoy!"

"We thank the Divine Envoy for our lives!"

"The Divine Envoy’s mercy is like being born anew!"

The thunderous shouts coalesced, hardening into a singular pillar of belief!

To them, a being who could annihilate the entire Demon presence and restore their liberty with a mere gesture...

What else could he be if not a god?

Surely, this was a messenger sent from the heavens to deliver them!

Atop the platform, Long Qingyan observed the spectacle of tens of thousands of people kneeling and shouting like a rising ocean, a flicker of complex emotion crossing her face.

Born of noble blood, she was used to being honored on Dragon Island.

However, she had never before witnessed such raw, heartfelt, and collective devotion.

She turned her gaze toward Gu Xing, only to find that the expression on his Soul Body remained tranquil.

It seemed as though this monumental scene hadn't caused a single ripple in his heart.

Gu Xing’s eyes slowly drifted over the kneeling masses below; seeing the light of life returning to their eyes, he let out a quiet sigh.

He recognized their fervor and understood why they viewed him as a deity.

In the depths of total despair, people require a spiritual anchor to hold onto.

He lifted his hand, utilizing a gentle force like a warm breeze to help them stand.

"Rise up, all of you."

Gu Xing’s voice was soft, yet it possessed a quality that soothed their agitated spirits.

"I am neither a god nor a Divine Envoy! I am simply a member of the Human Race who possesses power, just like yourselves."

His declaration calmed the frantic crowd slightly, though their passion and debt of gratitude did not fade.

In their minds, if someone with such immense strength wasn't a Divine Envoy, then what was?

Gu Xing went on:

"The danger posed by the Demon Race has not been fully wiped out, as I believe you all realize..."

"This mine is merely a tiny fraction of the Demon Abyss! There are many more such pits scattered across this world!"

"There are numerous Black Stone Cities! And even..."

"At this very moment, millions and billions of our Human Race kin, who share our blood, are still being enslaved and butchered!"

"And I am but a single man."

His tone stayed level, yet it carried a weight that made their chests tighten.

"Regardless of how great my power is, it has its limits."

"I can liberate you, and I might liberate the next mine."

"But alone, I cannot tear down the entire Demon Abyss, slay every single Demon, and rescue the billions lost in the infinite dark!"

He paused briefly, then projected his voice with renewed strength:

"But—you are different!"

"You have tens of thousands of brothers and sisters! In time, more will join your ranks as they are set free!"

"You hold something the Demon Race can never achieve—vast numbers! Intelligence! And... the indomitable will to fight for freedom!"

"The true hope for the Human Race to rise in this land of sorrow, to truly deliver our billions of comrades, does not rest with me, but with you..."

"It lies in your own hands! In your resolve to stand against them and fight for your lives!"

These words hit them like a bolt of lightning, exploding in their minds!

Shock!

A feeling of profound, indescribable shock!

Having just been rescued, they had instinctively placed all their faith and hope in this Divine Envoy.

They believed with certainty that following him was their only path to salvation.

They had never considered...

Nor had they dared to imagine, that they would need to use their own strength to oppose the terrifying Demon Race and save others!

Depend on ourselves?

How could that be possible?

We are nothing but defenseless miners, existing only at the whim of the Demons!

Doubts swirled through the crowd—terror, confusion, and skepticism...

Just then, a small figure pushed through the legs of the adults to reach the foot of the dais.

It was Little Lizi.

She gazed upward, her tiny face and dark eyes still showing traces of fear.

But beneath that fear, there was an incredibly bright spark ignited by Gu Xing’s speech.

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