Honey, It's Time To Take Your Medicine! Chapter 227

  Chapter 227 What kind of **** is the Holy Son? (2)

  For those civilian soldiers, they didn't dare to make such a profane act.

   But now, there is a saying among the soldiers.

   Princes, generals, and ministers, it is better to have kindness.

  Why are those people born to be high-ranking nobles and priests.

  Why should I be a lowly commoner and let those people bully me?

  Why, I am on the front line against monsters, fighting those monsters at the cost of my life, but can only endure poverty and bullying, while those upper class people hide in the imperial city and enjoy peace?

  Why, I am not an upper class person?

  Resentment has long been breeding silently.

   All that is missing is a tinder.

The performance of these upper-class people who came from the imperial city in the confrontation with the monsters made these warriors who have experienced blood and fire deeply despise them. During the battle, they hid in the corners, like trembling mice. After the end, he despicably stood up and plundered all the credit.

  It seems that the sacrifice of their brothers is nothing more than a trivial matter.

  O'Neill's speech pushed the dissatisfaction of the soldiers to a higher level.

   The contradiction between the two sides is rapidly intensifying visible to the naked eye, and the conflict may break out at any time.

However, on the side of the Royal Guards, two smart men, Moulton and Carroll, suppressed them, demanding that the knights under them must not make any provocative actions to these surviving soldiers during this period. cause a mutiny.

   At the Holy See, there were also Rossweisse and an archbishop to appease. Although Rossweisse was insidious, it was precisely the insidiousness that allowed Rossweisse to see the hidden spark.

Only on the side of the Mother Earth Sect, the person in charge is the Holy Son Onion and the Saint Inas... In fact, Onion is the only one. These knights, priests and nuns of the Earth Mother Sect have also completely inherited Austrian Niens' character, they are arrogant and arrogant, and treat the surviving soldiers like slaves.

   This also led to the soldiers' anger towards the Mother Earth Sect, which was far stronger than the other two sides.

   Even said that because the emperor executed seventy-six nobles, their grievances against the empire were not so surging.

  So, when these soldiers passed by the camp of the Goddess of the Earth Sect, they looked at the smug and arrogant inside, and the dissatisfaction in their hearts suddenly burst out, and they just spit out.

  For the paladins of the Goddess of the Earth, these lowly civilians can even be killed on the spot once they make any blasphemy.

   There is no need to go through any trials at all.

  In Sky Continent, the power of the upper class is absolute.

  Whether it is imperial power or divine power.

  They have the power to kill and capture the lower class civilians. They are used to this kind of power and the feeling of superiority. Even if a large number of civilians are required to fill the battlefield due to the invasion of monsters, the status of the civilians will be slightly improved because of this, but the status of both sides cannot be changed. It will not change their thinking that has almost become a brand.

  Spit, that's blasphemy.

   Blasphemer.

kill!

  Looking at the roaring spear, Banal's face suddenly changed.

  As a commoner, Banal was able to climb to the highest rank of a commoner, the commander, in the army, which is enough to prove Banal's excellence.

  He has learned some grudges, although only at a very low level.

   But battling monsters all the year round still gave Banal a combat experience far superior to that of the Earth Mother Cult knights.

  Banal knew that something was wrong the moment the knight of the Mother Earth Cult changed his face. He knocked his brother away, and a shield appeared on his left hand almost at the same time.

   Bang...clang!

  Accompanied by a sharp and piercing sound, a string of sparks exploded on the metal shield.

   Banal, who was struck by the powerful impact force, kept retreating.

  The bearded face glared angrily, the muscles under the dark skin on the arms were knotted, and there were bursts of muffled hums coming from the throat, and the body retreated several steps in a row and finally barely stopped.

  The arm was even a little numb from the impact of the spear. As expected of a clergyman, his strength is much stronger than those wild soldiers like them.

   There was a dull pain in the chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out with a wow. This scene directly made the eyes of several good brothers tear.

   Anger was constantly churning, and their fingers were clenched tightly, and they were biting hard.

  But this man, Banal, is indeed a real man. He didn't care about his injuries at all, he just wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth and beard indiscriminately, and stood up straight again.

   Staring at the knight not far ahead: "Master Knight, just because my brother spit, I want to kill him, isn't it too much?"

   "Spitting will not be killed normally, but it depends on where the spit is. Spitting in front of the tent of the Mother Earth Sect is disrespectful to the Mother Earth. If you don't kill it, you can save it for the New Year?"

The knight of the Goddess of the Earth didn't think there was any problem with his behavior at all, his face even became a little ferocious, a cruel grin appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he stared at Banal proudly: "Bannal, how dare you Cover up the heresy that blasphemes the Mother Earth...you...will die too."

  Following the voice of the knight, more and more knights came out of the rear camp.

  All of them had smug grins on their faces, and they didn't mind proving their worth and status by killing these little civilians.

  The number of knights is increasing, dozens, hundreds, they stand staggeringly together, muttering in low voices, as if they are discussing who will start first later.

   Even some kind-hearted pastors joined in.

  Maintaining the glory of the Mother Earth is the unshirkable responsibility of all believers.

  Facing monsters, they will be obedient, and facing civilians, they will strike hard.

  These triumphant priests didn't care about the few civilians at all. They were like tiny ants on the ground, and they could easily crush each other.

  They are not afraid of the mutiny of the army. It is just a group of civilians, a group of domesticated pigs. There has never been a civilian rebellion in the Sky Continent. They don't have the courage.

   Banal was very angry, angry to the point of sadness.

  This is what the upper echelons of the empire really look like.

  He had no fear, but just stared at the people in front of him indifferently.

These lowly civilians never showed any expression of fear, which made the clergymen of the Mother Earth Sect take it as a provocation, and made an act of blasphemy against the Mother Earth. How dare he stare at himself.

   They are really a bunch of hateful things, perhaps they should be tortured with the harshest and cruelest punishments.

  They are ready to do it.

  However, suddenly, these priests heard some subtle movements in their ears, coming from all around.

   They looked around subconsciously, and they saw a large number of soldiers around them put down their work, picked up their rusty or even monster claws and teeth, and surrounded them step by step in a neat team.

  Boom...boom...boom...boom...

  The sound of neat footsteps gathered together, almost turning into a thunderous roar.

  The earth seemed to be trembling.

  The gravel on the ground kept bouncing.

  The expression on every soldier's face is so serious, and their eyes are filled with angry flames.

   On the ground, the yellow sand began to churn.

  The strong wind whistled in my ears.

  The clerics of the Mother Earth Sect changed their faces.

   Seven thousand people!

  That is not an exaggerated amount.

  However, when 7,000 people lined up neatly and glared at him, every priest could feel an indescribably heavy pressure on his chest.

   Their faces turned pale, and a strong sense of fear began to grow in their hearts. Although the seven thousand soldiers just walked towards them step by step without doing anything, their high heads had subconsciously retracted.

   They were back to back, crowded into a ball, their throats were dry, and their throats were wriggling.

   Fine beads of sweat began to grow on his forehead, and the hands holding the weapon were shaking.

   "You, what do you want to do? Stop for me."

  A knight screamed uncontrollably: "In the name of the Mother Earth Cult, I order you to stop and get out of here."

   "You **** heretics, believe it or not, send you all to the stake."

  An angry roar fluttered in the wind, but anyone could feel the timidity hidden in that roar.

  They didn't expect that they just wanted to execute a few lowly civilian soldiers. Why did they arouse all the resistance? When did these civilians become so united?

  They never imagined that when these civilians united together, the coercion would be so terrifying.

  The distance is getting closer and closer, and at some point, the entire camp of the Mother Earth Sect has been completely surrounded.

  In the camps of the Holy See and the royal family on both sides, a large number of knights pointed at this side, their faces full of expressions of people eating melons.

  The idiots of the Mother Earth Sect, didn't they realize that these soldiers were on the verge of madness because of the large number of brothers who died in battle?

   At this time, provoke this group of lunatics, is it too long?

  That's seven thousand, the last soldier who survived the battle with the monsters?

  They are warriors who have experienced the tempering of blood and fire, wandering in front of the gate of hell, they are the best.

  Even if they don't know advanced magic and don't have a strong fighting spirit, they have a steely will and rich combat experience.

   If we really want to fight, the knights of the Mother Earth Sect are definitely not opponents.

  Even adding the Son will not work.

  The knights were roaring viciously, wanting to make those soldiers stop, but no one would obey their orders.

  Princes and generals, I would rather have a kind!

  They are also human beings, and their dignity as human beings can only be defended with their own hands and will.

  The encirclement keeps shrinking.

  The expressions on the faces of the priests became more and more frightening, as if what they were facing was not a group of civilian soldiers at all, but the most ferocious beast in the jungle.

  The movement here finally caught the attention of the Holy Son Onion.

  He opened the tent and walked out, glanced at the situation around him and frowned, a cleric whispered what had just happened in O'Neill's ear.

  O'Neill glanced at the soldiers around him with a cold expression, he waved his hand suddenly and his voice fluttered in the wind: "Leave the soldier who just spat, and the others will not be punished, so get out!"

   It can be considered that O'Neill has a little bit of reason.

Of the 100,000 soldiers who fought against the monsters, the 7,000 survivors would have a terrible impact if they were all killed, although in O'Neill's eyes, not to mention the 7,000, even the 93,000 would have been killed. The weight of civilians who died in battle is also as light as a feather.

  He can let these 7,000 soldiers go, but the **** who spits on must be executed.

  The glory of the Mother Earth cannot be desecrated.

   From O'Neill's point of view, this is considered very magnanimous. Those civilians should immediately kneel on the ground and extol their own kindness.

   But what O'Neill didn't expect was that those soldiers didn't seem to hear his voice at all, and none of them left.

  On the contrary, without receiving any orders, these soldiers suddenly raised their weapons at the same time.

   Shua!

  The whole movement is uniform, and the voices are connected into a line.

  The dilapidated battle knives, the rusty spears, the claws and fangs of monsters, and the longbows and crossbow arrows smeared with the venom collected from monsters...

  In an instant, all sharp things were directed at hundreds of clergymen, even including the son of O'Neill.

  It was obviously just a piece of dilapidated and even ridiculous weapons, but at this moment, everyone's heart trembled, and their bodies were already drenched in sweat.

  O'Neill's face was livid, how dare these civilians do it?

  The orders of the Holy Son are useless. Instead of being grateful for their kindness, these stupid things dare to show their weapons at themselves?

   Blasphemy, unforgivable!

  His body was trembling, and the expression on his face became distorted.

  The bone-chilling, suppressed voice of anger that was about to explode began to spread in mid-air.

   "I, the Holy Son of the Mother Earth, Onion!"

   "How dare you raise your arms against the great Son of God."

   "In the name of the Son, I command you, all of you, to kneel down!"

   Deathly silence all around.

   A few seconds later, a voice came from the wind: "Bah? What kind of evil is the Holy Son?"

   hiss...

  When this voice entered O'Neill's ears, this handsome man's face was distorted and uglier than a monster, and his body trembled violently.

  I have magnanimously given them a chance to kneel down and atone for their sins, but these stupid civilians not only don't know how to cherish it, they even dare to insult themselves, the Holy Son.

  O'Neill couldn't bear it anymore, he raised his palm high, ready to order the clergymen under his command to kill all these soldiers, and he will bear all the consequences.

   On the other two sides, Carroll's complexion changed slightly and he wanted to rush forward to stop it.

Seeing this scene, Roseweisse was also ready to rush forward to mediate. After all, she was dissatisfied with not being able to gain fame with Qin Chu before. The mediator between the two might be able to reap the favor of those soldiers and expand their reputation.

  Before the two of them rushed up, O'Neill's palm had already fallen, and a cold voice came out of his mouth:

   "In the name of the Son, I give you the punishment of death."

"kill!"

  Hoo...

  Before the clerics around O'Neill could do anything, a gust of wind suddenly raged through the crowd.

   Yellow sand is flying all over the sky.

  A disdainful voice spread in the wind:

   "Hehe, Holy Son?"

   "Who? Who's talking?" O'Neill's complexion became more and more distorted, and the irritability in his chest made his voice a little sharp.

  The next moment, with a buzzing sound, a gust of wind spread in front of O'Neill.

  The raging storm instantly condensed the silhouette of a tall woman.

  It was Violet.

  The right hand suddenly protruded from the wind, and O'Neill's face changed slightly. Just as he was about to avoid it, he realized that his body, legs, and hands had been entangled by wind whirlpools at some point.

  His body couldn't move at all for a while, and he could only watch as Violet's right hand was directly clasped on his forehead.

   Immediately afterwards, O'Neill's body broke off the ground.

  Next second...

boom!

  O'Neill's face was directly smashed to the ground by Violet.

   "Holy Son? Oh, it's also shit!"

   Here comes the second chapter.

  (end of this chapter)

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