Big Sister Is So Cool (3)

The pebbles on the ground kept bouncing around.

Every soldier's face was solemn, and their eyes burned with Wrath.

On the ground, the yellow sand began to churn.

A strong wind whistled past my ears.

The clergy of the Earth Mother Church changed their expressions.

Seven thousand people!

That's not an exaggerated number.

However, when seven thousand people stood in neat rows, glaring angrily at them, every priest could feel an indescribable, heavy pressure on their chest.

Their faces turned pale, and a strong sense of fear began to grow in their hearts. Although the seven thousand soldiers were just walking towards them step by step and did nothing, their proud heads had already shrunk down subconsciously.

They stood back to back, huddled together, their throats dry and their throats moving incessantly.

Fine beads of sweat began to form on his forehead, and his hand gripping the weapon trembled.

"What are you doing? Stop right there!"

One of the Knight couldn't contain himself and screamed, "In the name of the Earth Mother Church, I command you to stop and get out of my way!"

"You damned heretics, believe me or not, I'll send you all to the stake."

The Wrath roar echoed in the wind, but anyone could sense the underlying cowardice within it.

They couldn't fathom why the mere act of executing a few lowly civilian soldiers had provoked such a massive rebellion. When had these civilians become so united?

They never imagined that the pressure exerted when these civilians united would be so terrifying.

As they drew closer, the entire Earth Mother Church camp was completely surrounded.

In the camps where the Holy Church and the royal family were stationed on both sides, a large number of Knight pointed and whispered in this direction, their faces full of the expressions of onlookers.

Those fools of the Earth Mother Church, haven't they noticed that these soldiers, due to the deaths of so many of their brothers, have pushed their spirits to the brink of madness?

To provoke these lunatics at this time, are you tired of living?

Those were seven thousand soldiers who fought to the very end against the Magic Creature!

They are warriors who have been tempered by blood and fire, who have roamed the gates of hell; they are the best.

Even if they don't know advanced magic or powerful Battle Qi, they have an iron will and rich combat experience.

If a real fight breaks out, the Knight of the Earth Mother Church will be no match for them.

Even adding the Holy Son wouldn't work.

The Knight roared fiercely, their voices a mixture of bravado and cowardice, trying to stop the warriors, but none of them obeyed their orders.

Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?

They are human beings too, and the dignity of being human can only be defended with their own hands and will.

The encirclement continues to shrink.

The clergymen's faces grew increasingly terrified, as if they were facing not a group of civilian soldiers, but the most ferocious beasts in the jungle.

The commotion finally caught the attention of the Holy Son, Onions.

He lifted the tent flap and stepped out, glancing around with a furrowed brow. A priest whispered a report of what had just happened in Onions's ear.

Onions coldly glanced at the soldiers around him, then suddenly waved his hand, his voice carrying on the wind. "Leave the soldier who just spat here; the rest will be left unpunished. Now get out of here!"

At least Onions has some semblance of rationality.

Of the 100,000 soldiers who fought against the Magic Creature, 7,000 survived. Killing all of them would have a terrible impact. However, in Onions' eyes, let alone these 7,000, even the 93,000 civilians who had already died in battle were as insignificant as a feather.

He could spare the seven thousand soldiers, but the spitting bastard must be executed.

The glory of Earth Mother must never be desecrated.

In Onions' view, this was already extremely lenient. The common people should immediately kneel down and praise his mercy.

To Onions's surprise, the soldiers seemed not to have heard him at all, and not a single one of them left.

Instead, without receiving any orders, the soldiers suddenly raised their weapons simultaneously.

Swish!

The entire movement was synchronized, and the sounds were continuous.

Broken, gleaming swords; rusty spears; the claws and fangs of Magic Creature; and longbows and crossbows coated with venom collected from Magic Creature...

In an instant, all the sharp objects were directed at the hundreds of clergy, including even the Holy Son Onions.

It was just a tattered, even laughable, weapon, yet at this moment, it sent a chill down everyone's spine, and they were all soaked in sweat.

Onions's face turned ashen. How dare they do this to these commoners?

The Son's command was utterly useless; these foolish creatures, instead of being grateful for his mercy, dared to brandish their weapons at him?

Blasphemy, unforgivable!

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

A chilling, piercing voice, suppressing a barely contained rage, began to echo through the air.

"I Onions, the Holy Son of the Earth Mother Church!"

"How dare you raise your weapons against the great Holy Son?"

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

There was a deathly silence all around.

A few seconds later, a voice came through the wind. "Pah? What kind of idiot is the Holy Son?"

Hiss...

When the voice reached Onions's ears, the handsome man's face twisted into a grotesque contortion, more hideous than Magic Creature, and his body trembled violently.

He had already been incredibly magnanimous in giving them a chance to kneel down and atone for their sins, but these foolish commoners not only failed to appreciate it, but even dared to insult him, their holy son.

Onions could no longer restrain himself. He raised his hand high, ready to order his priests to kill all the soldiers, and he would bear all the consequences.

On the other two sides, Carol's expression changed slightly, and she wanted to rush forward to stop them.

Seeing this, Rosweisse was also ready to rush up and mediate. After all, Rosweisse was very dissatisfied that she had not been able to gain a reputation by Qin Chu's side before. If she could take this opportunity to act as a mediator between the Earth Mother Church and the army, she might be able to win the favor of those soldiers and expand her reputation.

Before the two could rush forward, Onions's hand had already landed, and a cold voice came from his mouth:

"In the name of the Holy Son, I hereby decree that you be punished with death."

"Kill!"

Call...

Before the priests beside Onions could make a move, a sudden gust of wind swept through the crowd.

Yellow sand swirled in the air.

A disdainful voice spread on the wind:

"Heh, Holy Son?"

"Who? Who's speaking?" Onions's face twisted more and more, and the rage in his chest made his voice shrill.

The next instant, with a whoosh, a gust of wind swept in front of Onions.

The raging storm instantly coalesced into the silhouette of a tall woman.

It's Violet.

Suddenly, his right hand shot out from the wind. Onions's expression changed slightly as he tried to dodge, only to find that his body, legs, and arms were already entangled in swirling gusts of wind.

He was completely unable to move for a moment and could only watch helplessly as Violet's right hand slammed into his forehead.

Immediately afterwards, Onions's body was lifted off the ground.

The next second...

Bang!

Violet slammed Onions's face into the ground with tremendous force.

"Holy Son? Ha, he's just a piece of shit!"

Chapter Two is presented.

Chapter 228 My Sister is So Cool (3)

Originally, the conflict here had nothing to do with Violet.

However, Violet's dissatisfaction with the Holy Church and the Earth Mother Church has a long history. After all, the Storm Lord Church was destroyed by the Holy Church, and the Earth Mother Church was a traitor who betrayed the past halfway through.

Violet had been holding back because Qin Chu had instructed her that now was not the time to break off relations and that she should not attack the Holy See without a reasonable excuse.

But now, isn't this a golden opportunity?

She only stepped in to mediate the conflict between the two sides to prevent a large-scale infighting among humans.

What a noble, righteous, and just excuse!

Although it was a bit simplistic and crude, Violet judged that in the current tense situation, only absolutely ruthless methods could control the situation and prevent it from spiraling out of control.

And so, Onions was trampled underfoot by Violet, just like Karthus had been before.

They really stepped on them.

After Violet slammed Onions to the ground, she placed one of her fair, delicate feet directly on the back of Onions' head.

Onions kissed the earth with his face; this was perhaps his most intimate contact with the land.

Fine sand got into the corners of my eyes, into my nasal cavity, and into my mouth.

The grit pierced my delicate skin, causing a burning pain.

But physical pain is far less unbearable than mental torment.

Wrath!

He was a noble holy son; when had he ever been so humiliated, having his head trampled underfoot by a woman of unknown origin?

That damn bastard, he even calls himself dog shit?

This was a humiliation Onions had never experienced before.

This humiliation was more unbearable than being killed outright.

His body writhed on the ground like a worm, and roars that were incomprehensible to humans emanated from deep within his throat.

Its limbs were struggling desperately, like a turtle unable to turn over.

Joke.

Even Karthus had to be utterly subdued by Violet, so what is Onions?

Karthus was a genuine Title Knight, while Onions was only level 79. Although they were only one level apart, the difference in their strength was an insurmountable chasm.

Even though Onions has a thread of Evil God within him, making Onions more irritable and stronger than before, the time is short-lived. Onions has not undergone the same dramatic change as Karthus in the past, making it almost impossible for him to break free from Violet's feet.

All around were clergymen, each with a strange expression.

They watched as the Holy Son was trampled underfoot, yet no one dared to step forward to stop him.

Carol frowned.

Rosweisse's gaze toward Violet was filled with Wrath and resentment.

She had intended to act as a mediator to gain the soldiers' support and expand her fame and influence, but Violet beat her to it.

That damn bitch.

Rosweisse cursed inwardly.

Qin Chu, and the people around Qin Chu, seemed to be deliberately working against her, making everything Rosweisse did and wanted to do extremely difficult.

The soldiers all around were filled with gratitude when they saw this scene.

When they are being humiliated, they are actually prepared to die together with the other party.

Although they were numerous, they were mostly ordinary people who had not cultivated much. All they had was experience gained from fighting Magic Creature and fearless courage.