Hermann stood with his hands behind his back, his figure straight and slender.
"Everyone, under the guidance of Mr. V, I am here to welcome you into the city!" He said in a loud voice, "The Holy See is cruel and cruel. We should replace it and fight for rights and freedom! Please enter the city to eliminate the thieves!"
"V..." Old Peter felt happy for a while, but he also had an inexplicable admiration for the unknown Mr. V, "What a strategy and relationship chain this is... even this one has been figured out..."
He originally thought that V just wanted to take advantage of the weak defense to attack, but he never thought that the opponent would actually open a path directly for them to the central square.
"After passing this line of defense, the front is the central square! It is our duty to overthrow the tyranny of the Holy See!"
Holding steel pipes and long knives, the workers rushed through the east gate in a mighty manner and went straight to the divine revelation ceremony in the central square. They shouted loudly and their steps were firm and powerful.
"Gehrman, are you going to rebel?!" The Vatican guard on the side was shocked and angry, "You are disobedient..."
Stopped abruptly.
His head was cut off with a sword, and blood spattered, leaving only a dead head on the ground. It seemed to indicate that the building of the Holy See's rule was about to collapse, but at this moment, no one could turn the tide.
"Sorry... this is not rebellion..." Herman wiped the blood from his face and led the inspection team towards the central square with a feverish expression, "This is a fucking revolution!"
Pope, have you ever heard the East End roar? Have you ever heard the workers howl?
Can God also be angry? His anger can bleed thousands of miles.
But in this world, even the humblest ant will be angry. It may be insignificant, but the sparks ignited will sweep the world.
"What are you doing? How...how did they enter the inner city?!" The guard officer of the Divine Enlightenment Ceremony looked at the vast number of workers in front of him in disbelief, "What do they want to do? Are they going to rebel?!"
This is the last line of defense leading to divine revelation.
Success or failure depends on this.
"Fight for the Pope!" The guards drew their swords from their waists and blocked the main road of East Street.
But the workers did not stop.
One after another, brave and fearless of death.
The guard officer looked at the frantically advancing team of workers and could hardly believe his eyes: "Crazy people, a bunch of crazy people!"
Flesh and blood serve as a wall, forcing a bloody path.
Their equipment was only iron rods and blunt knives, and their thin bodies had no protection. However, they still moved forward like steel and iron bones.
The guards were shocked to find that their swords had penetrated the opponent's body and could not be pulled out for a while.
The team is still advancing.
"Where are the guards at the other gates? Move them here, move them here?" The guard officer almost went crazy with worry, "Damn it, Gehrman! Hurry, reinforcements, reinforcements!"
East Street is like a never-tiring meat grinder, with fighting and charging seemingly never ending.
Even though he was covered in blood, Hermann's hoarse voice still sounded among the workers: "Everyone, hold on! The West Gate is about to be breached. Victory lies ahead, and freedom lies ahead! Go forward, by any means necessary!"
free.
The most addictive poison of Fanas, the madness that countless workers desire.
They just want freedom and live an ordinary life like a real person.
Now, this has become a luxury wish.
"Kill, fight your way through the east gate, we will create the history of Fanas!"
Hermann chopped off the head of a guard with a sword, wiped the blood from his face, and led the team to cut down the last guard under the city wall who was still resisting.
"Who else?" He glanced coldly at the trembling guard officer, "Are you going to stop us?"
"You..." the guard officer trembled. Their strength was less than one-fifth of the number of workers. Even though they had slight equipment advantages, they could not withstand this crazy attack.
Like a zombie that is not afraid of death, it pushes forward without knowing the pain.
"Overthrow the tyranny of the Holy See, Fanas belongs to the people!"
Fanatic slogans resounded throughout the square and rushed into the Pope's ears.
"You..." The Pope looked at the blocked square, his hand holding the scepter trembling slightly, "How dare you disobey God's will! You... you are looking for death!"
"Kill him, kill him!" He pointed his finger at Alex, who was surrounded by people. "So you are delaying time for these slaves... Damn it, damn it!"
The guards drew their long knives and slashed Alex instantly.
"I'm sorry, uncle, I might... not be able to get out."
He smiled and looked at the workers in front of him, and his whole body seemed to relax: "Everyone... will live a good life in the future, with bread and milk... It's a pity that I can't see that kind of world.
"
He closed his eyes.
Maybe this is a good ending.
"Oh my, it turns out that a layman like me still can't bear to see separation between life and death..."
A sinister voice came from the audience: "The Holy See, right? Let me see if you... can anyone touch him today?"
In an instant, a long hook penetrated the heart of a guard, forcibly interrupting his knife swing.
"Who, who?!" the Pope said hysterically, "Who is disrupting the ceremony!"
"I'm sorry, you don't seem to be qualified to know my name yet." Jian Yi opened his hood and stepped onto the high platform of the central square step by step under the spotlight. "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you should get out of here."
Come down."
"As expected, you showed up." Hai Wuya's voice sounded faintly, and he walked out from behind the Pope, holding the long sword of deviation.
Hermann looked at the sudden change of situation in front of him and still did not stop moving forward.
The onlookers had already fled, and at this time, only the revolting workers and the stubborn guards were left in the square.
"Your Majesty, you have no way out."
"What do you want to do?!"
The pope tremblingly picked up the iron-black hexagonal prism, pointed at the workers in the audience and shouted: "You, do you want to disobey!"
"You have never represented God!" Old Peter raised the long knife in his hand and shouted to everyone: "You have distorted God's will, enslaved workers, and oppressed the people! Now, it is time to settle all this!"
"Oh?" The Pope gasped and smiled, with a hint of shrewdness in his cloudy eyes: "Who told you that I cannot represent God's will? Who told you that I have distorted God's will?!"
"What?" The workers seemed unable to believe what the Pope said, "No, no, no, it's fake, it must be fake! He's just being tough!"
"False? Hahahaha..." He suddenly laughed, "God! Your devout believers pray to you, please answer my prayer!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the majestic and ancient voice resounded through the central square again:
"Who told you that the Holy See cannot represent my will?!"
