Red Keep's city walls shook amid the roars of tens of thousands of people.
I don't know how many waves of impact started.
People carried thick logs and roared against the steel gate.
Every impact was accompanied by the wail of broken wood and the thunderous shouts of the crowd.
On the city wall, sporadic arrows fell, taking away a few lives, but like snowflakes thrown into lava, they were instantly swallowed up by more turbulent anger.
"Kill Usurper!"
"Avenge Prince Rhaegar!"
"Aerys Long live your Majesty!"
Yangsi monk stood at the front of the crowd. His monk's robe was already soaked with sweat, and his face was stained with the blood of an unknown person.
He looked at the huge fortress that symbolized royal power, with fanatical flames burning in his eyes.
"Not enough!"
"We still need a voice!"
"A voice that even the gods can hear!"
Someone in the crowd immediately understood what he meant.
"High Septon!"
"Let High Septon declare the tyrant's crimes!"
The thought spread like Wildfire.
"Yes! Go to Great Sept of Baelor!"
"Drag that fat man out!"
The crowd began to divide, and a more violent torrent turned towards Visenya's Hill.
They no longer need persuasion or encouragement.
Inside everyone there is a wild beast unleashed.
Inside Great Sept of Baelor, High Septon is kneeling in front of the statue of Warrior, his fat body shaking like a ball of aspic.
The shouts of death outside made his liver and gallbladder split.
He kept drawing Seven-Pointed Star, muttering words, praying to the gods for a miracle to quell this terrible riot.
"Merciful Holy Mother, please protect your poor people...
"Mighty Warrior, please kill those demons who are causing trouble...
The door of the church was slammed open.
Sunlight and noise rushed in together, tearing the sacred silence to pieces.
Yangsi monk walked in the front, and the believers behind him were holding axes, hammers, and spears captured from the garrison camp.
High Septon turned around in horror and saw the ferocious faces. He let out an inhuman scream and collapsed to the ground.
"You... what are you going to do?"
His voice was trembling and crying.
"Desecrate the temple! You will commit Seven Hells!"
Brother Yangsi stepped closer, and his shadow completely enveloped High Septon.
"Hell?"
He sneered and looked down at the fat man on the ground.
"We just crawled out of hell."
He waved back.
The two tall the Smith stepped forward and lifted High Septon off the ground like a pig waiting to be slaughtered.
"Let me go! I am the spokesperson of High Septon! Seven in the world!"
High Septon struggled in vain, and the fat meat kept trembling.
Yangsi monk came close to his ear, his voice was stubborn and crazy.
"That's right."
"Now, the gods have something to say.
,"I need to lend you your mouth."
High Septon was surrounded by the crowd, or in other words, dragged along to the square outside the church.
Thousands of people have gathered here, and the place is so dark that it looks like an angry ocean.
They pushed High Septon onto a makeshift platform.
The fat man's legs softened and he knelt down again.
He looked at the countless pairs of eyes burning with anger below, smelled the smell of sweat and blood in the air, and his crotch instantly became wet.
"Say!"
Yangsi monk put the tip of a sword against his throat.
The cold touch made High Septon's whole body tremble.
"Say... what?"
Yangsi monk's voice was without any emotion. "Say what the gods want you to say."
"Excommunicate Robert. Baratheon! Excommunicate Jon. Arryn!"
High Septon's eyes suddenly opened wide, and his pupils shrank due to extreme fear.
"No! I can't!"
he screamed.
"That's the King! That's Hand of the King! I can't...
Yangsi monk interrupted him, "You have no choice."
"Speak or die."
The crowd in the audience also started to make noise.
"Excommunicate!"
"Burn Usurper!"
"Let him speak! Otherwise I'll kill him!"
High Septon looked around, every face was filled with murderous intent.
He knew that if he dared to say "no" again, he would be torn into pieces immediately.
The instinct to survive overcame everything else.
He was trembling, holding on to the edge of the table, and barely stood up.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out because of fear.
Yangsi monk hit his lower back hard with the hilt of his sword.
The severe pain made High Septon scream, and it also allowed him to find his voice.
"I...
He took a deep breath, used all his strength, and roared at the sea of people below.
"Me! In the name of Seven!"
His voice was sharp and distorted, like a goose being stepped on by the neck.
"Announced here!"
The entire square fell silent instantly, and everyone held their breath, waiting for the sentence of judgment.
"Exterminate!"
"Robert. Baratheon's teaching books!"
"Exterminate!"
"Jon. Arryn's teaching books!"
"They are Usurper! They are parricide! They are godless villains!"
"Their souls will be beaten into Seven Hells! They will never be redeemed!"
When the last word fell, the square erupted into cheers like a landslide and tsunami.
People hugged, jumped, cried, and raised their weapons high.
That is no longer the king, no longer Hand of the King.
They became sinners abandoned by God and prey that could be killed by anyone.
High Septon gasped for air, feeling that all the strength in his body had been drained.
He thought this was the end.
But the cold voice of monk Yangsi sounded in his ears again.
"Go on!"
"Announcement of the start of the second Faith Militant uprising!"
High Septon's body began to tremble uncontrollably again.
He looked into the emotionless eyes of monk Yangsi and knew that he had no room for resistance.
He turned to the crowd again, with a hint of desperate madness in his voice.
"Seven's people!"
"Sons of the Warrior will reappear in the world!"
"Poor Fellows will assemble again!"
"The second Faith Militant uprising!"
"Start now!"
The crowd's frenzy reached its peak.
They shouted slogans of "holy war", and their voices merged into a torrent that destroyed everything.
Yangsi monk looked at all this with satisfaction.
He retracted his sword and patted High Septon's face that was bloodless due to fear.
"Well done, Master High Septon."
He turned around, raised his arms and shouted to the enthusiastic crowd below.
"Now! We have the justice of the gods!"
"Go! Spread the news throughout Seven Kingdoms!"
"Let all devout believers take up arms!"
"Fight! Fight!!"
The monks who were already prepared walked out of the crowd.
They got on their horses, rushed out of King's Landing with the order sealed by High Septon, and rushed in all directions to Riverlands, rushed to the Reach, Go to the Westerlands, Go to Stormlands, Go to Dorne, Go to Vale.
The dust raised by the horse's hooves is like streaks of beacon smoke.
High Septon collapsed on the high platform, staring blankly at the monks who were leaving.
The first Faith Militant uprising was to overthrow Targaryen Dynasty.
The second Faith Militant uprising was to overthrow Baratheon Dynasty.
It's crazy and hellish.