The Red Flag Fluttering in the Wind

Chapter 131 The Red Flag Fluttering in the Wind

"Glory belongs to the people!"

A powerful roar drowned out the gunshots, shouts, and screams, echoing throughout the entire manor.

This world does indeed have gods with extraordinary power and strong individuals who surpass mortals. A fifth-level priest is not someone that ordinary humans can defeat by sheer numbers. Theoretically, it doesn't have the opportunity for a grassroots revolution. After all, this is a supernatural world where one person is equivalent to a thousand soldiers. If you want to start a revolution, one powerful move can wipe out your entire army. Talking about ideological armaments or economic foundations is all nonsense.

But now, Newcastle's strongest priest has his head impaled on the head of a spear by Hextech.

Most of the elite troops were also wiped out by Hextech in front of the Adelia family.

The remaining clergy, top nobles, and ruling order of the Tuttle family, now surviving, appear somewhat fragile after being destroyed by the uprising of hundreds of thousands of oppressed and fearless people.

Moreover, the biggest problem with superpowered individuals is that they are like glass cannons. Apart from a small number of inheritors of holy talismans, the majority of clergy are just ordinary people except for the holy talismans, and can be killed with a gun.

If the Tuttle family hadn't belonged to the Order of Light and possessed the Eye of Rejection, a physical holy talisman, they would have perished long ago.

Especially with Hextech, a "savior" capable of ignoring modern firepower.

Hextech has been advancing relentlessly, its momentum unstoppable.

The city garrison, noble private soldiers, and elite crusaders stationed along the way were terrified. They stared at the red flag and the figure carrying Müller's head in front of it, and quickly lost all will to fight.

The soldiers threw down their weapons, abandoned their lines, and fled in panic. Many more soldiers' legs buckled, and they collapsed to their knees, trembling and desperately begging for mercy.

They were never afraid of the lower-class commoners who were used to being bullied by them.

What they truly feared was that terrifying man who held the sacred relic, pierced Mueller's head with a gun, and single-handedly overturned the rules of the entire city.

Two undeterred Crusader elites, swords drawn, tried to stop him, but were kicked to death by Hex the moment they reached him.

In the distance, Ada precisely targeted the last hidden sniper position. Looking at the Red Tide, which no longer needed Hextech guidance, she said with some surprise, "I originally thought that not so many people would dare to follow you."

This is all so illogical.

The United Front has been deeply involved in the cause of rebellion for hundreds of years and can be regarded as a veteran anti-establishment force, accumulating experience in riots, strikes, and power seizures.

They have also repeatedly exploited the suffering of the lower classes to orchestrate unrest, and have even briefly seized power in small cities.

However, throughout its centuries-long history, the United Front has never truly gained a foothold in any major city.

Whenever they attempted to seize control of the city, the powerful figures who had previously supported them would tacitly join forces and use the most brutal iron fist...

Bloody methods were used to forcefully suppress the rebellion.

Without top-level support, there is no hope; scattered grassroots resistance will ultimately amount to little more than small-scale skirmishes and will hardly amount to anything significant.

This Newcastle was completely out of their plans and was done very hastily.

With only Ada in charge of the United Front, and a few dozen enhanced soldiers and ordinary operators under her command, there was simply no time to make any plans, stir up public opinion, or win over the hearts of the people.

But no one expected that Hextech would accomplish, all by himself, what the United Front had failed to do for centuries.

Defeat the powerful elites, break the shackles of class, unite the people of the city, and launch a nationwide revolution.

When Hextech was just about to launch a rebellion to overthrow Newcastle, Ada didn't think it would work, even though he had already killed Muller-Tattler.

She knew that Hex had no roots, no power, and no connections in the city.

Even if he were very powerful, and killed Müller and eliminated Rothschild, without anyone's support, it would be impossible for him to establish a stable rule.

With just a red flag, Hextech rallied the hearts of the oppressed and even touched some of the lower-ranking clergy, uniting all forces that could be united.

What kind of magic does he possess?

The red flag is fierce!

Red symbolizes fire and iron!

Previously, it didn't have any special significance in this world.

But now, it already exists.

That was a red tide that symbolized destruction and rebirth.

The once fierce noble private soldiers and crusaders, upon seeing this red banner and Hex's figure, completely lost all courage to resist.

The intensity of the entire power struggle was far less than anyone had anticipated.

Hextech raised his foot again and kicked open the door of an exquisite and luxurious palace.

The hall was crowded with the elite nobles who had fled there and were barely surviving.

The men and women, all dressed in fine clothes and with exquisite makeup, were now pale, trembling, and disheveled, having lost all trace of their former aristocratic demeanor.

Several of them instinctively wanted to beg for mercy when they saw Hextech.

But the man with the small mustache who was in the lead roared, "Adelia's traitor!"

"Your father used to be my subordinate, how dare you disrespect me!"

Ah, so there really are still fools who can't see the situation clearly.

Hex did not hesitate at all when faced with this group of reactionary nobles who were trying to put up a stubborn resistance.

He picked up the submachine gun and pulled the trigger.

Da da da!

Dense flames erupted, and merciless bullets swept across the entire palace, piercing through the group of unfortunate souls.

"The real Edlia died long ago in the manor," Hex said coldly.

Even Ada, who was used to dark struggles and came from the United Front, couldn't help but twitch her eyelids when she saw such a decisive and ruthless killing.

She sighed softly, "How could you lay a hand on such a beautiful noblewoman?"

"No matter how beautiful, she's still an enemy," Hex said.

"How can you be so sure those people are willing to follow you?" Ada asked.

"They no longer feared death, no longer dreaded Tuttle."

"I saw in them the faith of the most steadfast clergy."

He turned to look at Ada, his spear slightly touching the ground.

"The reasoning is very simple."

"The common people are never blindly loyal, and I can't make them loyal to me."

"They never followed me, they followed victory."

"What we pursue is the possibility of breaking down injustice, overthrowing oppression, and rewriting our destiny."

"Müller is very strong; he is the uncrowned king of Newcastle."

"The Tuttle family is also very powerful; they can trample on the rules and force the entire city to watch the Adria family's extreme punishment."

"They enjoyed privileges for a century, and the people feared them."

"But I hate them even more."

"It's not that they don't want revenge, it's just that they don't see the possibility of successful revenge."

"Everyone only has one life."

"Even if sacrifice is necessary, it must be something worth sacrificing for!"

Hextech's gaze sharpened: "Your united front has never succeeded."

"It's very simple, because the people were never given any hope of victory."

"You keep failing, you keep running away."

"When you started the rebellion, the church army arrived."

"You can leave, but the people can only stay and wait to die."

"When the people realize that following you will only lead to repression and destruction."

"Of course, we wouldn't dare risk our lives to resist."

"Furthermore, what do you consider your core support base to be?"

"A fallen nobleman, a wealthy merchant dissatisfied with the church?"

"Still a marginalized officer?"

"I understand what you mean, but the masses are the most blindly obedient," Ada said.

"They will abandon you immediately if you fail."

Hextech said, "Then just keep winning."

This statement made Ada fall into deep thought.

Hex passed through the ruined temple gates and continued forward.

Ahead, only the last core main hall remains.

Corpses lay strewn across the ground in front of the main hall, blood staining the bluestone floor. Hundreds of the last Crusader soldiers huddled together, making their final, desperate stand.

These church elites, who are usually high and mighty and whom ordinary people would never dare to look directly at, are now being suppressed by countless ordinary people.

The once docile, timid, and submissive civilians now resembled ferocious hunters who had caught the scent of victory. With bloodshot eyes, they gripped their rifles and fired wildly at the last remaining defenders.

Bullets whistled, smoke filled the air, and as someone was shot and fell, countless others immediately stepped forward to take their place.

No one retreated, no one was afraid, and no one valued their life.

The humiliation, bloodshed, and hatred accumulated over a century erupted completely at this moment.

One after another, bright red flags were raised high by countless civilians, advancing against the flames of war.

The red flag flutters, crushing all darkness and decay.

One step, one step, and another step.

The red flag will eventually be planted atop the highest peak of Newcastle, ending a century of dark enslavement for this city!

"Charge, Bishop!!" Djugashvili, holding an ice axe, shoved Tyrion forward.

The bullet flew over Tyrion's head, making him scream in fright.

This day was a day of transformation and rebirth for all the ordinary people of Newcastle.

For Tyrion, this day was a fall from the clouds into the mud, and then a climb from one mud to another.

At dawn, he was still the diocese bishop holding the reins of power in Newcastle.

He controlled the entire city's policies, order, and beliefs.

His words were obeyed by everyone, and no one in the city dared to disobey him in the slightest.

At that time, he had just suppressed the arrogance of the Tuttle family and subdued the uncrowned king of the city.

Everyone believed that he would become one of the very few bishops to completely control a city's diocese and become a renowned figure in England.

But Muller-Tartell is back!

The archdeacon knocked Tyrion down from his pedestal in just half a minute, forcing him to his knees.

To save himself, Tyrion had no choice but to abandon all dignity, grovel at Muller's feet, offer his loyalty, and preserve his life.

He never expected Muller to be so crazy.

Using his position as bishop, Muller launched a massive purge of the Adria family, implicating thousands of innocent people.

They also called on tens of thousands of people to watch the execution of the Adriatic family by cannon fire.

What humiliated him even more was that Father Rothschild, in front of the public, wantonly insulted him, the orthodox diocesan bishop.

At that moment, Tyrion felt utterly hopeless; he had lost his faith, his power, and even his dignity.

Then, heavenly fire descended, and God's punishment came.

Tyrion never imagined that God would punish Tuttle and include him in the punishment as well.

Hextech's punishment of him was even harsher than that of Muller.

They instigated the lower classes to carry out a massacre of the Tuttle family.

He knew in his heart that he had now completely reached a dead end.

He was swept up in the center of the battlefield by the surging, excited crowd. His white bishop's robe, adorned with gold and jewels, was torn and tattered by the crowd, and stained with mottled bloodstains.

The golden bishop's cap, a symbol of his status, was nowhere to be found, and his face was covered with a thick layer of soot and ash, making him look extremely disheveled.

However, shouts from all directions continued incessantly, making my eardrums vibrate.

"Long live the people!"

"Kill all of Tuttle!"

"Target: Tuttle, follow me and kill him!!"

A frenzied atmosphere swept through the entire arena, and Tyrion, who was older than the others, felt his heart pounding uncontrollably.

He couldn't understand what was happening before his eyes.

These "mobs" came from diverse backgrounds, with vastly different levels of wealth and social status; some were poor, some were workers, and some were farmers.

There were also teachers, small vendors, soldiers, and even the bearded genius student next to him brought a group of students to join.

At this moment, everyone put aside their differences and gathered together under the red flag.

Even with Crusaders and clergymen with supernatural powers blocking their way, they remained fearless and charged bravely into the danger.

Threats of death, gunfire, and extraordinary magic could not stop the group's quest for revenge; they pressed on relentlessly.

Tyrion had only ever seen such a scene of unity and solidarity in ancient books and historical paintings.

Six hundred years ago, the first generation of paladins led a European army to fight against monsters.

Four hundred years ago, during the Corpse War, Joan of Arc raised the battle flag and led humanity to drive the undead off the continent.

One hundred years ago, Napoleon led a massive army on an expedition, which was humanity's last counterattack.

Tyrion used to be moved whenever he read these stories. He always believed that such passionate and unwavering faith could only be found in paladins, clergy, and regular armies.

In his view, ordinary people are weak-willed, easily swayed, and highly susceptible to the temptations of evil. They must rely on clergy to restrain and discipline them in order to guard their true nature and prevent them from falling into darkness.

But the scene before him completely overturned his preconceived notions.

The high-ranking clergy and the proud crusaders all cowered in the last stronghold, too afraid to show their faces.

In contrast, those people who used to have to bow their heads and endure in silence now stand tall and proud, raising the red flag and breaking through layers of obstacles, forcefully shattering the barriers built by the powerful and wealthy.

Tyrion felt a chill run through him; he had truly made a terrible mistake this time.

He had previously attached himself to the Tuttle family, helping the powerful to cover up their misdeeds. At worst, he would only be reprimanded and punished by the London Church, not lose his life.

But this time the situation is completely different.

He personally ordered the people of the city to rise up and attack Tartel, and to settle accounts with all the nobles and church forces in the city.

For centuries, the United Front and cults had wanted to do something but dared not act on it, but he was the one who facilitated it, essentially igniting the spark that would overthrow his own rule.

He dismissed himself.

What does the Church Federation think of him? What does the court think of him?

What explanation can he give?

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