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The inner city walls began to fall into disarray.

The sounds rose and fell, echoing through the night.

The mob roared like beasts, their crimson eyes burning with pure hatred in the flickering torchlight.

They were shouting these words:
Tear them apart!

"For old John! For my parents!"

"A noble dog must pay with its life!"

"Get out here and apologize!"

The roar crashed against the city walls like waves.

They climbed upwards, stepping on the human ladder formed by their companions, digging their fingernails into the cracks in the rocks, and biting down on the protrusions with their teeth, disregarding everything else.

Those long ladders, which no one knew who had brought them, were now covered with people, who were frantically climbing upwards.

Several young guards who tried to thrust downwards with their spears were instantly grabbed by the ankles by countless hands reaching out from below and pulled off the battlements.

"Get off!"

"Are you guys fucking crazy?!"

"Stop shouting! When the noble lord arrives, he'll kill you all!"

"Have you gone mad from eating too much bread?!"

This situation caught even the guards off guard; they had never imagined such a problem would arise.

In a moment of panic, they could only grip their weapons and move downwards, trying to calm them down and stop them from climbing any further.

Below, in the darkness, lay civilians holding torches aloft, their frenzied expressions filling the air with terror.

Those who were shouting and frantically climbing upwards were like monsters.

The screams were immediately drowned out by the frenzied smashing of shovels, sticks, and farm tools, and the mangled bodies fell in the enraged torrent.

"Fuck you, you damned lackey!"

An old man frantically climbed up, and before he was pushed down, he actually managed to grab a soldier.

As they were being dragged along, more hands grabbed the soldier.

"Let go! Have you all gone mad? Let me go!"

He screamed in terror and thrashed about with his hands.

However, with even greater force, he was actually pulled down.

Then came screams.

He was swallowed up by the crowd.

This bloody scene was like a bucket of cold water poured over their heads, instantly sobering up some of the veteran soldiers on the city wall who had experienced battles.

He saw even more mobs climbing the city walls.

An old soldier with a scar on his face rolled his eyes and threw his sword on the ground with a clatter.

He then swiftly removed the breastplate bearing the von Erik family crest and spat fiercely:
"Bah! The men live a life of luxury and womanizing, while we're only worth three silver coins a month? What's the point of risking our lives like this!"

He raised his hands high, his voice booming, and with a shrewd, mercenary air, turned toward the surging mob.

"Brothers! I was forced into this! These heartless nobles are the real scourge!"

Several seasoned veterans nearby immediately understood and followed suit, with sounds of armor being removed and badges being torn off and trampled into the mud rising and falling.

They now understand that the civilians below have reached their limit of anger.

If they continue to oppose us, they will be torn to pieces; there are so many of them, they can't possibly kill them all.

Who knows, their relatives and friends might be among them, they're crazy.

They cursed even more viciously than the mob.

"The swine of the von Erik family deserves to be torn to pieces!"

"The old king is feasting on human blood at his birthday banquet!"

"These sons of bitches should have rebelled long ago!"

This performance of "abandoning darkness for light" precisely struck a nerve with the mob's anger and won them temporary approval—after all, these low-ranking soldiers were also oppressed.

The armor and weapons they had thrown down were immediately donned haphazardly by the mob, who then held them up in their hands.

"You'd better know your place! Open the door!"

"A mob leader roared."

The veterans felt as if they had been granted a pardon, but they were still somewhat hesitant to move forward.

If someone were to defect at the last minute, they could be described as being captured, but once the gates are opened, that would be a completely different matter.

"Fuck you cowards, get out of here, you lackeys."

An old soldier next to him kicked him aside and led several people to rush towards the winch.

They turned on themselves and opened the city gate.

The heavy city gates slowly opened amidst a screeching sound.

Outside the city, the crowd, which had been unable to contain themselves and was like a suppressed volcano, saw the firelight shining through the crack in the door and heard the shouts of battle inside, and instantly erupted into a tsunami-like roar.

The torches coalesced into a scorching torrent, roaring...
"Charge in! Slaughter the nobles!"

With overwhelming force, it swept away the last remaining obstacle and surged into the inner city.

The torrent rushed straight toward the brightly lit banquet hall.

A bloated baron, just awakened from a drunken stupor, was so terrified by the horrific sight that he was completely sober, and his crotch was soaked.

But his inherent arrogance had not been extinguished. With his trembling legs, he pointed at the ragged mob at the front and roared in a distorted but still shrill voice.

"You lowly people! Maggots! What are you filthy scum trying to do? Rebel?!"

"Do you know what happens when you offend nobles?! Get back to your doghouses! Guards! Guards! Hang these thugs!"

This condescending rebuke was like pouring boiling oil into a raging fire.

The mob's eyes instantly turned bloodshot.

"The outcome? This is the outcome!"

A young man with a pale face and bloodshot eyes roared; he was the son of a blacksmith.

He charged out of the crowd like a mad leopard, the dagger in his hand gleaming with a poisoned light, and with all his might, he plunged it into the baron's fat belly wrapped in his expensive silk tunic!
"Open it up!"

He roared and twisted his wrist violently, unleashing a low-level tearing skill, [Abdominal Slash], to its maximum potential.

"Pfft—!"

Accompanied by a tooth-grinding sound and the baron's inhuman screams, scalding intestines and filthy blood gushed out like filth from a tattered sack, splattering the young man's head and face, and also soaking the surrounding mob.

Some civilians, experiencing the bloodshed for the first time, screamed or vomited in terror, but many more were completely ignited by the extremely cruel scene, losing their last shred of reason and descending into a frenzied rage.

Tear him apart!

"Take his flesh!"

The mob swarmed forward, countless hands grabbing the baron's still convulsing body. In the frenzied tearing and trampling, his obese body was torn to pieces like a rag doll.

Thick blood soaked through the stone pavement, resembling hellish paint under the firelight.

The blood seemed to act as the strongest accelerant, causing the mob's anger to spiral out of control.

They held aloft crude weapons stained with the blood of nobles and blazing torches, letting out deafening roars.

"Charge into the castle! Blood for blood!"

Like vengeful lava, it roared towards the magnificent and heavy gates of the royal palace.

"Is this really okay? They seem to have gone mad?" The rebel members in the shadows were trembling as they watched this scene.

These civilians, whose emotions have been stirred up, seem to be completely out of control.

A middle-aged man next to him patted him on the shoulder.

"This is just anger that has been suppressed for hundreds of years. It is no wonder that this anger is burning so intensely."

And further away.

Two Night's Watchmen crouched atop a tower, watching this scene unfold.

"Did the Blood God not unleash his power?"

This scene left them somewhat shaken, as they had all experienced the war against the evil gods.

Having witnessed the fanatical behavior of those cultists, whose madness was somewhat comparable to the current situation, they began to suspect that the power of an evil god had been unleashed.

The other watchman next to him shook his head and observed carefully.

"No, I was just moved by those emotions."

"Fortunately, we made arrangements today. Even if these nobles inside are torn into pieces and eaten, it's their just deserts."

The reason for choosing this place to start the first chaos, and the reason for choosing today, is naturally that it was all planned out.

Inside the castle, under the crystal chandelier, the sounds of traditional music had long been replaced by the hustle and bustle outside.

A nobleman dressed in a ceremonial robe adorned with gold tassels frowned in displeasure and sternly reprimanded his servant.

"What's all this commotion outside? Which ignorant commoner dares to make such a racket on His Majesty's birthday? Send men to quell it! Chop off the head of the ringleader and hang it on the city gate!"

Before he could finish speaking, a servant scrambled in, his face ashen and his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"My lord! It's terrible! They've rebelled! They've all rebelled! The outer city has fallen! The mob... the mob has stormed in! The Baron... he's been... he's been torn to pieces!"

"what?!"

The king's golden cup clattered to the ground, spilling wine everywhere. His face turned ashen, and he slammed his fist on the table in a fit of rage.

"A bunch of peasants dare to...!"

The ladies nearby screamed in terror, and the banquet hall was thrown into chaos.

"What's the panic!"

The nobleman who had just reprimanded the man tried to remain calm, though a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

"They're nothing but a rabble! A bunch of farmers with pitchforks, what can they amount to? Send out the knights outside! One charge and they'll crush them! Where's the knight commander?!"

Soon, the castle's massive bronze gate, engraved with intricate patterns, opened a crack.

Dozens of knights clad in gleaming plate armor and riding tall warhorses charged out, their heavy hooves thundering on the blood-stained stone pavement.

They stood like an iron wall, instantly blocking the surging tide of the mob.

Facing the dark mass of civilians before them, they showed no fear whatsoever.

They're just a bunch of peasants.

The leading knight commander's face was contorted with rage beneath his helmet. Seeing this group of "lowly people" daring to approach the palace only fueled his fury.

Without hesitation, he spurred his warhorse forward, his sharp lance piercing out like a venomous snake, easily sending a burly civilian, who was charging at the forefront and holding a torch, flying into the air like a broken sack.

The civilian's chest was pierced, and blood splattered in the air, extinguishing the torch in his hand.

The knight commander reined in his horse and looked down at the surging mob that had momentarily stopped, or even retreated in fear, because of the bloody scene.

Knights, compared to nobles, hold a more profound place in the eyes of commoners.

Because there are countless related stories.

Besides honor, it also possesses formidable military strength.

And those who often swagger around, patrolling both inside and outside the city, are the knights.

Compared to nobles, they had a greater fear of knights and a greater desire to become knights.

The sight of dozens of knights lined up in a row did indeed make them hesitate to move forward.

Even his furious emotions seemed somewhat calm.

The knight's voice, coming through his visor, carried undisguised contempt and cruelty.

"You filthy maggots! Who gave you the audacity to run wild in front of His Majesty the King's palace? Do you want to taste what it's like to be trampled into mincemeat by horses' hooves?"

"Kneel down immediately! Otherwise, this is the example you should set!"

He flicked the warm blood off his lance.

An older knight with sharp eyes frowned and whispered his dissuasion.

"Captain, something's wrong. They outnumber us and... they seem organized. Retreat to the gate and protect His Majesty's retreat."

The knight commander, however, turned around abruptly and angrily rebuked the man as if his tail had been stepped on.

"Shut up! Coward! You're retreating when facing these lowly people? Are you scared? The Night's Watch didn't even attack, but these peasants have scared the crap out of you? Kill them!"

The arrogance of the knight commander and the bloodshed of his comrades seemed to threaten to cool the mob's fighting spirit.

Fear begins to spread, and once the initial excitement subsides, this seemingly surging tide may crumble in an instant.

At this critical moment!
"call out--!"

An arrow, gleaming with a faint, cold light, shot out without warning from behind the mob, from a rooftop shrouded in shadow.

Its speed surpasses the human eye's ability to perceive, and its precision is like the judgment of the god of fate.

With a piercing shriek that tore through the air, it instantly pierced the weak connection in the side armor of the knight's neck.

"Ugh!"

The knight commander was struck dumb, his body swayed violently, and he incredulously clutched his bleeding neck.

The intense pain and suffocation he felt were overwhelming, but his powerful level nine knight physique and digitized body prevented him from dying immediately.

"Who?! You...you despicable rat!"

He roared furiously, trying to raise his lance to find the attacker.

Moreover, he didn't expect that someone would actually dare to launch a sudden attack at this time.

His arrogance and injury instantly ignited the fuse!

"Kill him! Avenge our brother!"

From the crowd, a figure roared and leaped out; it was the powerful mercenary who had been coordinated by the Night Watch guide earlier.

He wielded a heavy battle axe, imbued with surging battle energy, and slashed fiercely at the staggering knight commander.

At the same time, seven or eight figures leaped out from the crowd, including warriors wielding sharp blades and spellcasters beginning to chant incantations. They no longer hid and charged at the other knights with clear objectives.

A chaotic battle erupted instantly!

The knights were caught off guard and became entangled by these skilled fighters hidden among the mob.

Sparks flew as swords clashed, and roars and screams mingled.

The old knight, who had been on high alert, changed his expression the moment the arrow pierced the air.

He shoved aside a mob's pitchfork, grabbed a young servant who was already terrified, and his voice was urgent and low, filled with an ominous premonition.

"Quick! Go through the secret passage in the back garden!"
"Tell the Grand Steward to escort His Majesty, the Queen, and the most important officials away via the 'path' immediately!"

"This is no ordinary riot! This is a premeditated rebellion! Get out of here! It will be too late if we wait any longer!"

He shoved the servant aside and drew his sword, charging into the chaotic battle ahead, trying to buy time for the "gentlemen" to escape.

The castle's magnificent bronze gates groaned heavily in the chaos of battle, seemingly on the verge of being completely breached. (End of Chapter)