Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 353 - 225 What is the Saint Heir, a Piece of Dog Shit? (2)_2

Chapter 353: Chapter 225 What is the Saint Heir, a Piece of Dog Shit? (2)_2

The number of knights kept increasing: dozens, hundreds, they stood huddled together, staggering, whispering to each other as if discussing who to begin with.

Even some seemingly kind-eyed priests joined in.

Upholding the glory of the Earth Mother Goddess is the undeniable duty of all believers.

In the face of demons, they are timid and compliant, but against commoners, they are ready to strike with heavy fists.

These smug clergymen never took the meager commoners seriously, viewing them as ants on the ground, easily crushed underfoot.

They were not afraid of military mutiny either—those were just civilians, domesticated pigs. Sky Dome Continent had never witnessed a civilian uprising; they didn’t have the courage.

Banar was furious, so angry it was saddening.

This is the true face of the Empire’s upper class.

He wasn’t afraid, just indifferently watching those before him.

These despicable civilians had not a trace of fear on their faces, which the clergy of the Earth Mother Goddess Sect took as a provocation; they saw it as an act of defiance against the Earth Mother Goddess, unforgivable and unworthy of immediate repentance, not begging for mercy on bended knee, even daring to glare at them.

Disgusting creatures, it seemed only the harshest, most cruel punishments would suffice to torment them.

They were about to take action.

But suddenly, the clergy heard faint noises from all around.

Instinctively looking in all directions, they were shocked to see a vast number of soldiers laying down their work, picking up their rusty weapons which were nothing more than demon claws and fangs, forming neat lines from all sides, slowly surrounding them.

Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom...

The unified footsteps gathered together to form a thundering roar.

The ground seemed to tremble.

Small stones on the ground bounced continuously.

The expression on each soldier’s face was so stern, their eyes brimming with flames of anger.

On the ground, the yellow sand started to swirl.

Gales howled past their ears.

The clergymen of the Earth Mother Goddess Sect’s faces changed color.

Seven thousand!

This number was not particularly exaggerated.

But when seven thousand people, in neatly arranged ranks, glared angrily, each clergyman felt an indescribable heavy pressure on their chest.

Their complexions turned pale, and a strong sense of fear began to breed within them. Although the seven thousand soldiers were only marching step by step, their proud heads subconsciously shrank.

They stood back to back, crowded together, their throats dry, constantly swallowing.

Sweat began to bead on their foreheads, and the hands clutching their weapons trembled.

"What do you think you’re doing? Stop at once."

A knight couldn’t contain himself and shouted loudly, "In the name of the Earth Mother Goddess Sect, I command you to stop, get out of my way."

"You damned heretics, believe it or not, I’ll have you all burned at the stake."

Angry roars floated in the wind, but anyone could sense the cowardice hidden within those bellows.

They couldn’t understand, why would the execution of a few lowly commoner soldiers trigger a full-scale rebellion? When did these civilians become so united?

Even more incomprehensible to them was the terrifying pressure these united civilians could exert.

The distance closed in, and at some point, the entire camp of the Earth Mother Goddess Sect was completely surrounded.

In the camps of both the Holy Court and the Royal Family, a large number of knights pointed and commented, their faces filled with the expressions of onlookers.

What fools the Earth Mother Goddess Sect was; did they not see that the soldiers had become crazed to the edge due to the deaths of many brothers?

Was it not clear that provoking these madmen at such a time was wishing for a death sentence?

Seven thousand, the soldiers who had persevered until the end of the battle against demons!

They had been tempered by blood and fire, warriors who had wandered at Hell’s Gates, and were the finest.

Even if they could not use high-level magic, did not possess powerful Fighting Energy, they had an iron will and vast combat experience.

If a fight really broke out, the knights of the Earth Mother Goddess Sect would surely be no match.

Even the Saint Heir would not make a difference.

The knights roared fiercely, attempting to intimidate the soldiers into stopping, but no one obeyed their commands.

Regardless of nobility or high rank, nature cannot be changed!

They, too, were human, and the dignity of being born human could only be defended with their own hands and will.

The encirclement tightened.

The faces of the clergy grew more fearful, as if what they faced was not a group of commoner soldiers but the most ferocious beasts of the jungle.

The commotion finally caught the attention of Holy Son Oniens.

He lifted the flap of the tent and walked out, his brows furrowing as he glanced around. A clergyman reported quietly in Oniens’ ear what had just transpired.

Oniens’ expression was icy as he glanced at the surrounding soldiers. With a sudden wave of his hand, his voice carried on the wind: "Leave the soldiers who just spat, don’t punish the rest, get out of my sight!"

At least Oniens had some sense.

Of the hundred thousand soldiers who fought against demons, the seven thousand who had survived—if all of them were killed, the ramifications would be terrible, despite Oniens’ view that not just these seven thousand, but even the ninety-three thousand civilians who had already died, were as light as a feather to him.