Hell has invaded, but my Hextech is invincible!

Chapter 116 Heavenly Fire Descends

Fear and despair swept through the entire scene like a plague.

Nobles, soldiers, commoners, and even the lower classes who had never set foot in the noble district in their entire lives were all ordered to stay where they were.

Regardless of their previous identities, at this moment, in Tuttle's eyes, they were all a bunch of ants.

Thus, a mental imprint was deeply etched into everyone's hearts.

The Tuttle family is the sole ruler of Newcastle.

He can make people live if he wants them to live, and he can make people die if he wants them to die.

Even the Bishop of Newcastle, nominally the head of the Church Federation, had no choice but to obey and dared not disobey in the slightest.

Everyone looked up at the figure on the high platform.

At this moment, Rothschild no longer concealed the violence and arrogance in his heart.

He was rebellious and arrogant, and his actions resembled those of a demon, but so what?

As Tuttle's successor, he would not be punished, and no one would dare to stand up against him.

Everyone could only suppress their pain and despair, forcing themselves to appear submissive and reverent, and kneeling on the ground.

"Saint-Tatter————"

Soft murmurs rose and fell, layer upon layer.

Without sincere blessings, only deathly silence and blind obedience remain.

The voice was not human; rather, it seemed to gush from the depths of hell, carrying with it a chilling aura of decay and depravity.

"Saint-Tatter?"

"Utterly ridiculous!"

Everyone knelt on the ground, except for one person who remained standing.

A young man in his early twenties stared intently at the raging fire burning on the ruins of the Edria Manor.

Clenched jaw, straight back, not bending an inch.

The flickering flames reflected in his eyes, transforming into a burning, unquenchable hatred and stubbornness.

His companion hurriedly grabbed his clothes and whispered to dissuade him.

"Klein! What are you doing!"

"Kneel down! You're too conspicuous! You're the only one standing here!"

Klein shook off the other man's hand, his voice cold and hard as iron, "Why should I kneel before a sinner?"

"Are you crazy?" His companion was trembling with anxiety.

"Can't you see the situation clearly?"

Are you still clinging to that ridiculous sense of justice?

"Even Bishop Tyrion couldn't stand against the Tuttle family!"

"We ordinary people are powerless to resist! That's reality!"

He reached out to pull again, but Klein broke free forcefully.

"You can kneel if you want, I will never kneel!" Klein's eyes were filled with deep hatred, and his words were filled with tears.

"I will never forget the tragic death of my sister at the hands of Rothschild!"

"I will never forget the filthy abuse that tiny body endured!"

"First, there's the death of Karls in the Adriatic family; gather evidence!"

"Later, Hextech exposed the real culprit and upheld justice!"

"We even published their story yesterday!"

"And now, in the blink of an eye, they've become sinners?"

"The Adriatic family, who uncovered the truth, were wiped out by artillery fire!"

"There wasn't even a trial in the first place!" His voice was hoarse.

"Don't you find it ridiculous?"

"If justice is ultimately suppressed, is there any light left in this world?"

"If good and evil go unpunished, then what is the point of following the church?"

He had already bought flowers and went to his sister's grave to confess that the real killer who murdered her had finally been brought to justice. But in just one night, everything took a turn for the worse.

"You're insane! You're completely insane!" His companion was terrified.

Openly questioning the church and defying the Tuttle family is a capital offense under normal circumstances, let alone now!

At this moment, the commotion attracted the attention of the patrolling Crusaders.

Several icy, hawk-like gazes suddenly locked onto Klein in the crowd.

A Crusader soldier stepped forward, looking down at him, and asked, "Why don't you kneel?"

"Why don't you show genuine respect to the church? You are blasphemous and insincere!"

"I kneel before God, the Holy Spirit, and Christ who sacrificed himself for all beings," Klein chuckled, his eyes open and honest.

"You want me to kneel and worship a scumbag who has tortured and killed countless innocent children!"

"Then why don't I kneel before the real demon?"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding crowd panicked. Everyone scrambled backward, trying to get away from Klein, fearing they would be implicated.

The entire room was deathly silent; no one dared to utter a sound, and even their breathing was deliberately kept to a minimum.

Adriatic's entire family was wiped out, and the flames were still burning. No one dared to show the slightest dissatisfaction or resistance.

Only Klein stared directly into the Crusader's cold eyes and questioned him again.

"I ask you, is the Crusaders' mission to protect humanity?"

"Or remain the Tuttle family's private hyena?"

A chill ran through the Crusader's eyes as he drew his sword, its cold blade pressed firmly against Klein's neck.

His eyes were fierce, and he intended to give this arrogant mortal the cruelest punishment. The Tuttle family had ordered them that anyone who dared to resist could be killed on the spot.

But at that moment, Klein, who had been standing tall and confronting her, suddenly narrowed his eyes, his pupils contracting and a look of extreme shock flashing across his face.

"What is that?!"

The Crusader sneered, "You're scared!"

"Just as I thought, a coward!"

But cries of surprise rose and fell, engulfing the entire crowd.

The tens of thousands of people who had been bowing their heads in submission all raised their heads and looked up at the sky in horror.

At the edge of the sky, a streak of light pierced through the blazing flames and suddenly fell.

Like a celestial fire piercing the sky, or as if burning up the stars, it trailed a long, fiery tail and plummeted straight toward Newcastle District 2!

"Heavenly fire—heavenly fire is descending!"

Klein murmured, his eyes suddenly bursting with endless light and hope.

He was well-versed in papal scriptures and had a deep understanding of ancient judicial stories.

Genesis records that the Lord sent down burning sulfur from heaven, which consumed the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah, and used this fire to judge the most wicked in the world.

In Christian doctrine, fire from heaven is never an ordinary celestial phenomenon.

It represents the will of God, the supreme wrath of God, and the ultimate judgment that ends sin!

"Shut up! This isn't heavenly fire!" the Crusader shouted sternly, his tone firm, but inside he was terrified, and fear was growing and spreading within him.

The fire from heaven symbolizes God's punishment of the sinful city.

Did Tuttle really anger God with his rebellious behavior?

Has divine punishment truly descended?

"It's divine punishment! Heavenly fire has descended; God is angry!"

"Judgment will descend from heaven; Rothschild will be punished! Tuttle will be brought to justice!"

"The savior has arrived!"

Klein shouted, shoving aside the dazed Crusaders in front of him, and charged into the crowd, yelling loudly.

The Crusaders wanted to step forward to stop them, but their throats tightened, and they couldn't utter a single word, only filled with utter horror and fear.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the heavenly fire, carrying endless flames, crashed down precisely onto the ruins of the Edria family!

Rumble—!

The flames soared into the sky!

The deafening roar echoed throughout Newcastle!