Huo Wushuang faced the crowd and questioned them. "How much longer are you going to endure this? Your god abandoned you long ago."
"Now, you yourselves are the gods who protect you and your families."
"At this point, you have two choices. Lay down your weapons, go home, and pretend nothing happened."
"Then wait for an even greater misfortune to befall you."
"The other choice is to completely overthrow the oppression weighing on you, and live the life you want with dignity."
"All of this depends on your choice."
"Do you see this? These wings are the same as Lord Angel God's."
"Do you think you'll gain anything by resisting me? Aren't you afraid the Angel God will come back and settle accounts with you?"
The envoy was under an invisible pressure from head to toe, unable to move at all.
He knew he was in extreme danger, but just as he had always done, Qian Renxue's lingering authority was his greatest support.
Looking at the crowd sunk in fear, an ugly, smug smile appeared on his face.
But in that instant of silence, a girl's voice came from behind the church doors.
"Daddy, where are you? Come save me, hurry!"
The girl who had been tortured by the envoy just now staggered out, covered in wounds, and appeared before the world.
At the sight, the anger that had originally subsided broke through their fear completely, impossible to suppress, and surged into their hearts.
Most of the people present had children and families.
When they thought of themselves and their families being exposed every day to the risk of humiliation and abuse, they could no longer endure it.
"Kill him! Kill him! Kill this beast!"
In the crowd, a man holding a bow and arrow drew the bow and, with