Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 1088: Section 682: Who Knows (7)_2

Chapter 1088: Section 682: Who Knows (7)_2

Malin softly called upon the presence of light, and with this call, holy light spread beneath his feet. Countless wraiths and different kinds of souls shrieked as they were purified by the purest energy, and some stronger specters were repelled, allowing light to return to the streets once more.

In the distance, Transcendents were observing, but they were more cautious—such a level of battle was far beyond their capacity to join.

Constance Federon panted desperately, his expression complex as he looked at Malin, saved by the holy energy.

"You shouldn’t have saved me, it’s too merciful, not like your style."

Though lacking the strength to engage Malin in a back-and-forth, the Noble God’s Divine Envoy was unexpectedly eloquent.

"Although your master and I are enemies, you are still a human being. I can judge you, purify your soul, or let your soul endure endless pain, but I will not hand your soul over to those malicious ghosts, because you are human, the race I protect," Malin said, then turned to look at the figure standing by the roadside.

"Why did you choose to be my enemy?"

The Noble God finally arrived, his question made Malin want to laugh.

"You think I want to be your enemy? You are mistaken; I am becoming the savior of all innocents on this planet!"

"Do you think I like your little uniqueness?"

"Do you think I would enjoy being one of the high and mighty nobility?"

"Do you think I became a deity to oppress anything?"

"You fool, you simply don’t understand, though we both are human, our paths are different."

Malin’s face showed a cold smile as he gestured to the Noble God.

"Arm yourself, Monsa, let us settle this with a victor, we need a winner between us."

The Noble God was silent for a while until Malin heard a sigh from him.

"Can you really save the planet beneath us, Malin?"

Malin was silent; he didn’t know why this deity asked such a question, but he felt that this was all meant to be.

"I am meant to do this, I want to save this pitiful world, I don’t want to see it heading towards destruction, you should know where I come from."

The figure finally transformed into a very weary-looking middle-aged man, tall and wearing a one-piece outfit, seemingly a popular style before the Great Destruction; only Malin truly found such fashion hard to appreciate—come on, you’re not a girl, wearing a one-piece bodysuit in this early 20th-century retro sci-fi style just looks so inappropriate on a man.

Apparently noticing Malin’s perplexed expression, the middle-aged man instantly changed into another outfit, this time resembling a medieval warrior—dressed in a standard chain mail, somewhat like a clothes rack now.

"You say you can save this world, so kill me, if you truly can, then I can believe you can do what you boast about." With these words, the middle-aged man extended his hand to pull out the sword from the stone slab before him.

"Malin, come, let me see if your strength truly matches your arrogance."

At this moment, the city blurred, and the Noble God seemed satisfied with the power he showcased, pointing his Longsword at Malin.

Ha, corpses can perform.

Malin appeared before Monsa, his gauntlet-clad fist landing on his face.

The Noble God, unable to react effectively, flew backward, his armor of divine power disintegrating, the Longsword he used to block Malin’s blow breaking much earlier. Malin did not pursue but watched as the Noble God struggled to rise.

"Your power amuses me, I have never seen someone so pathetically weak at acting," Malin said, grabbing the swung Longsword, which reformed in his hand and ultimately shattered in Malin’s hand.

Raising his foot, Malin kicked the Noble God to the ground, reached out, and grabbed this middle-aged man in his grasp.

"There’s a proverb saying ’I will strangle Destiny by the throat,’ too bad you are Destiny, and I am not the throat." Malin lifted the middle-aged man slowly: "Life for everyone is an endless journey without knowing the destination, now, you should know where your endpoint is."

"Why are you so strong..." The Noble God seemed not to understand why he lost.

Malin chuckled, tossing the middle-aged man to the ground.

Because you represent the past, and I represent the future, civilization constantly moves forward, to stand still is to fall behind.

Malin reflected, pitying that while the Noble God exists, he must have something worthwhile, just that civilization must progress, and in this world, nothing except suffering is eternal.

In this era, people hoped the invasion of Chaos would no longer occur, just as Malin thought, there were times when Transcendents, as Nobles, were fervently followed by people to establish a land not invaded by Chaos. This is why when Malin appeared, and every mortal found they could fight Chaos with the Firearms in their hands, humanity’s need for Nobles dropped to a laughable low.

After all, no one likes to have someone always stepping on their heads as a cornerstone.

"You should know better than I why this world no longer needs Nobles, why everyone is yearning for justice."

Malin looked at the defeated underfoot, lifted his hand as Mana handed his large-caliber Revolver to him.

The blessed Divine Bullets combined with Malin’s grip turned this Revolver into a weapon capable of killing deities.

"I know what you want to say, but as you said, mortals will abandon me today, and will ultimately abandon you tomorrow too!" The Noble God said, struggling to sit up.

"Ha, mortals." Malin laughed.

Laughing enough, Malin raised his hand and pulled the trigger at the deity who had widened his eyes in shock.

The bullet shattered this deity’s head, his body collapsing, his divine blood flowing in his own Divine Realm.

You only found out at the end, I actually don’t care for this belief at all.

I want to carve a unique path, I don’t want to hijack mortals’ faith, nor do I need their loyalty.

With a sigh, Malin walked towards the portal leading away from this world, the Divine Realm crumbling without its deity.

Back on the street, Malin noticed Constance, the Divine Envoy had collapsed in a pool of his own making, looked at Malin appearing at the exit, his dying eyes filled with regret.

"I told you, you shouldn’t be an enemy..." he sighed.

Malin walked to his side.

"You shouldn’t be an enemy, you could be a friend, but not an enemy. Sadly my master didn’t believe my words... He naively thought, this world is either black or white..." Finishing his final words, this Divine Envoy closed his eyes.

Malin finally sighed and then turned around, a portal was opening.

The young Divine Envoy of the Lord of Justice appeared behind Malin: "Honorable Sir, where are you going?"

"North, I’ve opened four doors, traveling from the Eastern Human World, spent so much effort to return to the Western Human World, I must do something more I should do." Having said this, Malin moved towards the portal entrance.

In the past, Malin had said, unless those soldiers called him, he wouldn’t return.

So Malin heading North today was confirmation that those soldiers were recalling Malin—since you have summoned me, then fine... I agree to your call.

Let us together... destroy everything.