Newcastle People's Commune

Chapter 132 Newcastle People's Commune

His political career is over.

As Tyrion's thoughts were in turmoil, a loud bang suddenly rang out in front of him.

The trenches defending the fortress collapsed with a deafening roar, and the surging crowd of people rushed into the fortress.

Driven to the brink, the church's extraordinary experts no longer held back, and an invisible force suddenly erupted. The dozen or so civilians at the forefront fell instantly, and the heavy casualties brought the charge to a temporary halt.

On the roof of the church, the two remaining high-ranking clergy of the Tuttle family appeared, their eyes gleaming blue, and they shouted sternly.

"Untouchables!"

"Stop immediately!"

"You have no right to judge us!"

"You are incapable of governing Newcastle!"

"Take just half a step forward, and we'll unleash divine punishment and slaughter everyone!"

Faced with the awe-inspiring divine punishment, the crowd hesitated for only a second.

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But immediately, the group gritted their teeth, stepped over the fallen bodies of their comrades, and continued to charge forward without hesitation.

Just as the two powerful figures activated their sacred talismans and began a large-scale massacre of civilians, a tall and imposing figure suddenly appeared behind them.

With a flash of sword light, two heads rolled to the ground on the spot.

Hex stood firmly on the highest roof of the church, and with a backhand, he forcefully planted the crimson battle flag into the top of the building.

"Charge in!!"

The red flag hangs steadily high in the air; the overall situation is settled.

Hex led his group into the last refuge of the powerful, a private chapel belonging to the Tuttle family.

The church's extravagance far exceeded everyone's expectations.

The cross of Jesus in the center of the main hall is made of solid gold. The seats inside are all upholstered in the finest rhinoceros leather, the door handles are made with silver and gold plating, and the walls are covered with priceless ancient paintings.

Even more extravagant is the throne made entirely of gold placed beneath the cross.

Its surface is inlaid with diamonds and gemstones, making it look gorgeous and dazzling.

This is the exclusive throne that Muller held for decades in Newcastle, earned by exploiting the people.

Worker Byrne stood before the throne, gazing at the luxurious objects before him, utterly astonished. He had always thought that Tuttle's ultimate indulgence consisted of eating caviar and sleeping on a goose-down bed every day.

But his vision was too narrow; every part of this manor was refreshing his understanding.

Upon seeing Hex enter the hall, Bourne quickly stepped forward and spoke earnestly.

"Mr. Hextech, this is the throne that Tuttle built without his permission."

"You saved the entire city; this position is rightfully yours."

"You should be the king of Newcastle!"

This wasn't him trying to flatter Hex; he genuinely wanted to offer all the good things to this savior who led them to break free from their shackles—this was the most basic emotion of the lower classes.

The surrounding crowd echoed their sentiments, and all eyes were fixed on the golden throne, their eyes filled with disbelief.

"Won't a chair made of gold be uncomfortable and hurt your butt?" A worker found it hard to understand.

The people nearby quickly pulled at him, saying, "This is something only nobles and kings can do."

"How do you know you're not feeling well!"

"It might even be softer than cotton."

Hextech walked up to the throne and suddenly kicked it hard.

With a deafening roar, the exquisite and magnificent golden throne shattered and collapsed instantly.

This wretched thing, let whoever wants to sit on it sit!

Hex turned around and looked at the crowd following behind him.

"You're right, this chair is not comfortable at all."

"Melt it and share it with everyone."

"This was originally made with the money squeezed from you."

"Savior, isn't this a bad thing?" The people who had just joined the revolution were still very simple and honest, and had never seen such a treasure before.

"Don't call me savior," Hex said loudly.

"There is no one in this world who is anyone's savior!"

"If you want to hold onto happiness, the only one you can rely on is yourselves!"

Ada walked over to Hex and asked softly.

"What are your plans next?"

To be honest, even someone as calm and composed as her couldn't hide her excitement at that moment.

Today's move represents a real takeover of a major city in England.

This feat is unprecedented and unique in the centuries-long history of the United Front.

But Ada knew very well that this credit did not belong to the United Front.

The United Front was already weak in Newcastle and had very few personnel, with only a small number of Operations Department agents led by her.

Throughout the entire upheaval, the United Front's greatest role was that it briefly restrained Muller-Tatter in the early stages.

But once Muller became completely obsessed, she was unable to restrain him and could only watch from the sidelines.

The only person who truly turned the tide and turned the city upside down was Hextech.

This was also what she found most puzzling.

Hex had just publicly denied his identity as the savior, which surprised her.

In Ida's view, Newcastle is now in a position of power, and it is the perfect time to establish the title of savior, win over the hearts of the people, and stabilize the situation.

She simply couldn't understand why Hextech was deliberately avoiding this title.

At the same time, she was also extremely clear-headed, knowing that the day of great victory was also the most dangerous time.

Although Hex had overthrown the Tuttle family's century-long rule and purged the vast majority of reactionary nobles in the city.

However, the entire city of Newcastle remains in a state of disorder and chaos.

If this situation is not handled properly, the city will inevitably spiral out of control and collapse.

Moreover, if Tyrion reports the truth to the London Church Federation, this newly established regime will surely face the most severe retaliation from the church.

Would the United Front really fight a decisive battle with the Church for Newcastle? It's absurd.

Hextech is also weighing this matter.

In a moment of passion, he shouted out the name "Newcastle People's Commune".

But now there is no ideological guidance, and he has not established a vanguard team of revolutionaries. Most of the people around him are unfortunate people who rushed into the streets on a whim. Most of them are not very educated, and those who are somewhat educated are former reactionaries.

Now that the old order has collapsed, he has to face the most pressing issues.

How should this entirely new order be established?

If he were to emulate some arrogant and domineering figures who pretend to be carefree and shirk their responsibilities, claiming that he would let the people decide for him, and then hastily abandon the hundreds of thousands of people who trust him, he could travel the world with his beautiful wife and concubines.

Therefore, the Newcastle People's Commune will only be shorter-lived than the Paris Commune in history.

Sigh, I came to Newcastle for three days in the first place, just to inherit a spot to study at Oxford Theological Seminary.

They've already eliminated an adjutant, a group of high priests, and wiped out a church noble family that had lasted for a century.

How should we take on this responsibility?

The most troublesome thing is how to explain this to the London Church Federation.

Hextech glanced at Tyrion; Tyrion's attitude and stance were crucial if the Commune was to be saved.

Tyrion, observing the situation, suddenly changed his expression and quickly spoke up first.

"I will absolutely not report the truth to the London Church Federation!"

"I will handle everything here properly!"

"You don't need to hide it," Hex interrupted directly.

Tyrion shuddered violently, his legs buckled, and he nearly knelt down and begged for mercy.

Just as his body began to sink, Hex held his spear and used the butt of the spear to firmly stop his body.

"From this day forward, in the People's Commune, kneeling is forbidden," Hex said.

Tyrion's lips twitched, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace, and he quickly nodded in agreement: "I understand."

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"You've been in the church for years; you're a seasoned bureaucrat," Hex said.

"You should know how to write the most reliable report."

"You reported truthfully that after arriving in Newcastle to assume your post, you discovered that the Tuttle family had secretly established the Yellow King organization, which is suspected of colluding with a cult and plotting a rebellion."

"You tried to investigate secretly, only to discover that the upper echelons of Newcastle had long been woven into an impenetrable web of interests by the Tuttle family."

"Left with no other choice, you can only choose the weakest point of attack and unite the Edlia family, the city's teachers, and ordinary citizens—all forces of justice—to try to find the key clues."

"Unfortunately, Muller-Tatter's ambitions were exposed, and he completely rebelled, massacring the entire Adelia clan and implicating thousands of innocent civilians. He even attempted to smear loyal people as traitors and collaborators within the United Front."

"In the critical moment, it was you who rallied all the righteous citizens of the city to quell the unrest."

"Countless civilians sacrificed their lives and fought bravely, finally defeating the secular forces of the Tuttle who had been entrenched for a century."

"Amid the chaos of war, Muller-Tatter's identity was exposed in full view of everyone. He offered sacrifices to demons in hell in exchange for power, and fell into the form of a half-human, half-demon monster."

"You led the remaining clergy and the people of the city, upholding their unwavering faith, to fight back to the death and ultimately drive away the monsters."

"After this upheaval, the Newcastle elite system completely collapsed and was wiped out."

"You have taken a series of measures to keep the city running, reassure the people, and stabilize the situation."

"You called upon all citizens of the city to establish the Newcastle Commune."

"Temporarily assume all political and military affairs in Newcastle."

"We hope London will allow the formation of communes."

Tyrion was stunned after hearing these words.

Ada's eyes cleared instantly; she understood Hextech's intentions.

This argument seems to contain very little truth.

But in fact, every sentence is true.

Simply attributing all the sins to the Tuttle family's cult rebellion and Mueller's fall from grace would whitewash the entire affair.

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The Adria family was originally a group of loyal and innocent people who were slandered. It is also a verifiable fact that Rothschild and Muller secretly touched on forbidden rituals of the cult.

Not to mention the London Inquisition, even the highest echelons of the Vatican could not find the slightest fault in their investigation.

Most importantly, Mueller's defection to Hell to sacrifice the entire city is irrefutable evidence witnessed by hundreds of thousands of people in the city, and many low-ranking clergy members can also testify to this.

This is no longer an ordinary power struggle in the city, but a grave sin of blasphemy and trespassing into hell.

Even if some people in London wanted to clear the Tuttle family's name, they couldn't say much when faced with a family that had been wiped out.

Moreover, the court would be the first to disbelieve that other nobles in Newcastle were not involved in this process.

Tyrion murmured in realization, "If this is reported, the Church Federation will most likely not pursue Newcastle any further—"

"It's not highly probable." Hextech's eyes were sharp, and his tone was serious.

"What I need is absolute certainty, without any chance of failure."

Tyrion shuddered, straightened his back instantly, and solemnly cupped his hands in greeting.

"Please rest assured! I will handle this matter properly and there will be no mistakes!"

In London, he was just an office worker responsible for approving documents and drafting speeches; manipulating a report was not a difficult task for him.

"Very good." Hex raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder.

"From now on, you will remain the Bishop of Newcastle."

"It's just that the rules of conduct and governance methods will need to be changed going forward."

Tyrion felt a pang of bitterness and gave a wry smile to himself.

He knew very well that he was no longer the powerful diocese bishop he once was.

Although he only held this power for a day.

From then on, he became the executor under Hexmore.

The only saving grace is that, compared to the brutal and ruthless Muller, Hex still gave him the most basic dignity and did not intend to kill him.

After settling the follow-up reporting matters, Hex turned and walked out of the church.

The entire hillside was densely packed with people, stretching as far as the eye could see.

People from further afield, from the suburbs, continued to flock to this place.

Red flags fluttered and stretched across the mountains and fields.

These red flags had no uniform design and no standardized fabric.

Some were red curtains that had been taken down, some were red bed sheets that had been cut up, some were red fabrics that people treasured, and some were even blood-stained cloth strips stained with the blood of martyrs.

The varying shades of red intertwine, covering the mountaintops and reflecting the sky and earth, scorching and fiery.

However, the fervor and excitement on everyone's faces were slowly fading, replaced by a deep sense of bewilderment and helplessness.

They poured their blood and lives into overthrowing the centuries-old oppression of the powerful and wealthy.

But when the revelry ended, everyone was left feeling lost.

The old order has collapsed, and no one knows what the new path ahead will be.

This world has never had a precedent of ordinary people holding power and the people governing themselves.

No one knows how life will go on, how the city will function, or what the future holds after the powerful are overthrown.

Hex stood on the high platform, turned around and looked back at the hundreds of thousands of people gazing at him, his voice resounding throughout Newcastle.

When he saw the red flags and raging fire covering the mountains and fields, he suddenly acted impulsively.

"They told us we weren't qualified to govern Newcastle?"

"But I want to say, they're wrong!"

"We have the capability to establish our own governance structure!"

"We have the ability to make Newcastle a better place!"

"We must take control of our own destiny!"

"Hereby I declare that we will establish a city government for all workers!"

"Today, in this place!"

"The Newcastle People's Commune is officially established!"

"Long live the commune!"

With a roar from Hextech.

"Long live the Commune!!!" The powerful shouts resounded throughout the entire manor, and hundreds of thousands of people responded in unison. Everyone raised their rifles, hammers, sickles, and even the stools they had on hand, creating a thunderous roar.

The shouts shook the entire city of Newcastle. Even the residents who weren't fighting felt a surge of restlessness as they gazed at the direction of the flames soaring into the sky.

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