Glory Belongs to the People!

Chapter 130 Glory Belongs to the People!

Newcastle, ruled by the Tuttles for over a century, accumulated unimaginable wealth and power, but this also meant that they suppressed countless non-Tuttle factions.

From the military to schools, and even among seminaries and clergy, there is a group of silent opponents of Tuttle.

After all, the Tuttle family will definitely take care of their own people, giving them promotion opportunities and benefits while leaving the blame and trouble to outsiders.

Many ordinary-born theology students and clergy, though excellent, were never qualified to study in London. They toiled for decades before finally becoming priests, while Rothschild became a priest in just a few years. Moreover, all the priests of the rank of chief priest had the surname Tuttle, and ordinary people had absolutely no chance.

These silent opponents, usually fearing the power of the Tuttle family, could only swallow their anger and dared not say anything.

But now, with a gun stuck in his head as he paraded through the streets, they erupted and joined Hextech's ranks.

Wherever Hex goes, people shout his name, lamenting the oppression and suffering they have endured for years, and some even grab kitchen knives or benches to join in.

The United Front has no way to mobilize more weapons.

Despite the rapidly growing team, Hextech has always adhered to its bottom line.

He would publicly and ruthlessly execute anyone who took advantage of the chaos, indiscriminately killed innocent people, or caused disorder, showing absolutely no leniency.

He didn't need a chaotic, disorderly, and indiscriminately slaughtered wasteland. What he wanted was a disciplined, newly formed people's force, controlled by the grassroots.

As he traveled, the procession following him grew larger and larger.

This team is all-encompassing, bringing together all the oppressed underclass people in the city.

There are journalists who wield their pens like blades, writing articles year after year to criticize the crimes of the powerful and wealthy.

There are grassroots public officials who have been suppressed by their superiors for decades, and who have great ambitions but are frustrated and unable to achieve their goals.

There are frontline workers in the fourth district steel plant who have suffered extreme exploitation and faced near-death experiences.

There are also the lower-class commoners of the Fifth District, who have been completely forgotten by the city, pay blood taxes year after year, and can only fend for themselves.

At this moment, regardless of their clothing, education, or social status, everyone gathered together.

For thousands of years, all humanistic ideas and philosophical theories in the world have been firmly imprisoned by church theology.

This is the first time in history that a flag has been proudly flown over the city of Newcastle.

The people did not understand the true meaning of this flag, but they could feel an unprecedented burning faith and a fervent desire to break free from shackles from it.

Under the guidance of the United Front, the name "Hex the Savior" resounded throughout every corner of the city.

Hundreds of thousands of people marched forward in a mighty force, sweeping away all the remnants of the old era.

Whether they were nobles who were wholeheartedly loyal to Tartel or powerful figures who tried to remain neutral and observe, they were all purged and their lamps hung up.

The army advanced with unstoppable momentum, finally stopping in front of the gates of the Tuttle Manor.

This was the first time Hex had seen this mansion, the uncrowned king's residence, which had stood in Newcastle for a century.

Calling it a manor is too perfunctory.

This is an extremely luxurious, sprawling, and enormous palace complex.

The entire complex sits atop a hillside over 300 meters high, constructed entirely of top-grade white marble and precious marble, creating a magnificent and imposing structure.

What comes into view is a towering, thick wall that seems to stretch endlessly, with layers of fortresses and magnificent palaces built along the mountainside.

It is magnificent and imposing, like an imperial city.

The walls were filled with the last remaining armed forces of Newcastle.

The remaining Crusaders, city defenders, private armies of various nobles, and their personal guards were densely packed together throughout the city walls.

As they gazed at the vast, seemingly endless army of hundreds of thousands of civilians outside the city, only a deep-seated fear remained in their eyes.

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Hextech's previous delay gave the remaining powerful figures a chance to survive and escape.

The entire city's elites, all dependent on the Tuttle family and with their hands stained with the people's blood and sweat, huddled together in this place, determined to hold on.

Only this enormous estate, which occupies one-fifth of Newcastle's city center, could accommodate such a large number of remaining forces.

But when the crowd saw the rows of crosses atop the city walls, the previously boisterous and enthusiastic crowd suddenly fell silent.

The cheers abruptly ceased, the clamor vanished, and the entire army fell into a somber silence.

For millennia, the Church has monopolized extraordinary powers in the world, ruling over the thoughts and order of the entire continent.

The reverence for the cross and the fear of the authority of the church are deeply ingrained in everyone's bones and blood.

Only now did the masses, swept up in the fervor, realize that what they were about to overthrow was the church aristocracy that had ruled Newcastle for a century.

A sense of fear and apprehension quietly spread through the crowd.

Just then, Hex's voice rang out loudly through the loudspeaker, reaching the ears of hundreds of thousands of people.

Are you afraid?

Some people were awakened, and their eyes were filled with anger again.

Some people hesitated, and no one dared to respond.

At the front of the line, a steelworker covered in dirt forced himself to speak.

"Mr. Hextech, it's not that we're afraid of fighting, it's just that we feel uneasy."

"What are you worried about?" Hex asked sharply.

"Is it because they're afraid of a counterattack and retaliation from the nobles on the city walls, who are already terrified?"

"Or are you afraid that those priests, high above in their churches, who never care about the people's livelihood, will send down some so-called divine punishment to punish you?"

He raised his hand and pointed to the devastated ruins of the city, his tone becoming increasingly impassioned.

"Open your eyes and look carefully!"

"This devastation and suffering, all the tragedies of displacement, are entirely the work of the Tuttle family!"

"He summoned the demon; he wants to sacrifice you!"

"He betrayed you first!"

"These self-proclaimed holy, self-proclaimed city lords, church nobles have never treated you as living, breathing human beings!"

"Under their rule, you are starving and cold!"

"Working overtime day after day, eating black bread mixed with sawdust."

"Many people can't even afford a complete pair of shoes!"

"You handed over your food, your loved ones, and exhausted your life's blood and sweat!"

"What we gained in return was not protection and stability!"

"It's their extravagant lifestyle, comparable to that of royalty, and their wanton slaughter of children!"

"Tell me!" Hex demanded.

"What has the Tuttle family ever given you?!"

His gaze fell on the worker who had spoken.

Byrne gritted his teeth, the confusion in his eyes faded, leaving only a burning rage, and he loudly accused them.

"Tuttle gave us jobs!"

"A job with seven days a week, more than fourteen hours a day!"

"This job only pays one or two pence a week!"

"If anyone takes sick leave, their entire month's salary will be deducted!"

"If you're even a little slow, they'll throw you alive into the blast furnace and burn you!"

"They're using terror to intimidate us!"

"We are not workers, but their slaves!"

"In just one month, I personally witnessed more than twenty of my fellow workers perish in the molten iron!"

"What Tuttle brought us, from beginning to end, was nothing but oppression and death!"

This accusation completely ignited the pent-up resentment of the crowd that had been building up for decades.

Hextech turned to look at a university professor in the group who wore glasses and had a reserved expression.

"Tell me, what did they bring you?"

The professor's face was bitter, his eyes filled with extreme humiliation and resentment, and his voice was choked with sobs.

"The Tuttle family has brought me shame!"

"The Vice-Chancellor of Newcastle University is a member of a collateral branch of the Tuttle family."

"He took my wife for himself and got her pregnant!"

"He...he even forced me to raise his illegitimate child!"

"My wife, unable to bear the humiliation, committed suicide by jumping off a building while pregnant!"

"I'm reporting this to the police!"

"But in the end, the vice principal received no punishment!"

But I lost my job!

"He also set his sights on other female students!!"

"I, I!" He couldn't speak anymore and covered his face, crying.

"He brought me only shame!"

"But I can only pretend to be honored, otherwise I'll die!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the anger in the room completely exploded.

Textile workers, dairy farm workers, homeless migrants, and low-level public servants —

Countless people have spoken out in protest.

While the people may not have been directly persecuted by Tuttle's direct subordinates, they were all exploited for half their lives by the powerful elite led by Tuttle.

They were about to try to distinguish between them, but all the evil-doing nobles, parasites, and henchmen of the city were cowering in the palace estate before them.

Inside the city, there are reactionaries.

Outside the city, there lived the most vulnerable people, who had suffered endless bullying and could no longer endure it.

The difference is clear.

Seeing the agitated crowd, Hextech raised his hand and slammed the Godslayer Spear heavily to the ground.

Muller's head, suspended by the tip of his gun, swayed slightly, and the restless, boiling crowd instantly quieted down, all looking up at the figure in front of them.

Hex said, "I've heard all the suffering of everyone."

"It is the blood and tears of workers, the humiliation of scholars, and the despair of the poor!"

"I heard everything."

"It is you who built this prosperous Newcastle, brick by brick."

"It is your tireless work day and night that keeps the city running and vibrant."

"But in the end, it is the nobles, wealthy merchants, and church elites who enjoy the riches and honors!"

"You paid the price with your blood, sweat, youth, hunger, and even your lives!"

"In the end, all they got in return was contempt, indifference, and trampling!"

Hextech stepped forward, raised his arms, and shouted, his voice resounding through the heavens and earth.

"So, I want to ask you!"

"Why are you afraid!"

"Why should you feel guilty!"

"Why can't you take back everything that belongs to you?"

"Education, wealth, dignity, the right to live, the right to hold one's head high!"

All of this should belong to all hardworking ordinary people!

"Gun in hand, come with me!"

"Slay all the nobles who oppress the people, and eradicate the corrupt and profiteering church parasites!"

"Hang all those bloodsucking nobles on the lampposts, and settle all their sins!"

"Gun in hand, come with me!" Hextech roared.

Above the horizon, the warplane captured by the United Front swooped down and flew directly over the walls of the Tuttle Manor.

Two bombs were dropped from the sky!

A deafening explosion erupted, sending scorching airwaves sweeping in all directions, and sending rubble and broken bricks flying everywhere.

The seemingly impregnable main gate of the manor was instantly and completely shattered, and the broken walls collapsed, revealing the deep palace complex inside.

Smoke billowed and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.

Hextech, wielding a spear with Muller's head hanging from it, charged ahead, single-handedly braving a hail of bullets, and was the first to reach the manor walls.

Then, he kicked over the cross flag that symbolized the Tuttle family.

At times like this, you have to rush first!

The hundreds of thousands of people behind them, seemingly a large force, were in fact mostly law-abiding ordinary citizens.

Nine out of ten of them had never touched a gun or participated in a fight.

Moreover, the world in 1911 was not like the era of Hextech, a time of clashing ideas, revolutions, hope, and chaos.

For thousands of years, the earth has been completely shackled by church theology.

From the moment of birth, everyone is instilled with fixed doctrines.

People were required to obey, follow the orders of the church, dedicate themselves, and sacrifice themselves for the holy war of mankind.

Given the backdrop of the Hell invasion, it's understandable that these rules were originally intended to unite humanity and reduce infighting.

However, as time went by, the powerful elites continued to infiltrate and absorb the church system, and divine authority and secular privileges became completely intertwined.

In the end, all that is left for the people at the bottom is endless exploitation and enslavement.

What is etched into everyone's bones is the utmost reverence for the cross, and a deep-seated fear.

Often, even when the people suffer humiliation, they dare not disobey the church, rebel against the nobility, or participate in a revolution to purge the elite.

But today is different. When Hextech was the first to rush onto the city wall and saw the flag of the Tuttle family, which had stood for over a hundred years, being kicked down, hundreds of thousands of people who had been suppressing their resentment for a century finally broke free from their mental shackles.

"kill!!"

A deafening roar that shook the heavens and the earth resounded throughout the land!

Countless civilians, their eyes red with fury, gripped rifles and benches, and charged into the manor like a surging tide, fearlessly tackling the smoke and rubble that littered the ground!

The Crusaders, city guards, and private soldiers stationed on the city walls were still dazed and confused after being hit by heavy bombs.

They usually bully and oppress the common people, and are used to seeing the poor being submissive and meek as lambs.

But at this moment, the people who were originally like lambs have turned into a raging red tide. Looking at those ferocious faces filled with deep-seated hatred, everyone was terrified and their legs went weak.

Fear instantly consumed the minds of all the defenders.

They frantically raised their guns and hastily fired two or three bullets, not daring to face this overwhelming torrent. Many turned and ran.

But there were still some die-hards who were preparing to fire their guns at the crowd.

Hextech leaped and landed steadily on the crumbling city gate.

Bang! Bang! Two loud explosions!

He kicked hard, shattering the anti-aircraft machine gun emplacement on the city wall.

"Gun in hand, come with me!"

"Charge in!!"

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