Hero? Are You Worthy?-Chapter 352 - 225 What is the Saint Heir, a Piece of Dog Shit? (2)

Chapter 352: Chapter 225 What is the Saint Heir, a Piece of Dog Shit? (2)

For those commoner soldiers, such blasphemous acts were originally unthinkable.

However, a phrase was now spreading among the soldiers.

"Princes and generals have their kind so rare."

Why should some people be born high and mighty nobles, holy men?

Why should they themselves be lowly commoners, at the mercy of those people’s oppression?

Why did they have to fight demons on the front lines, risking their lives in battle, only to endure poverty and oppression, while those higher-ups hid away in the safety of the Imperial City?

Why couldn’t they be part of the upper class?

Resentment had already been growing silently.

What was missing was merely a spark.

To these soldiers who had been through the trials of blood and fire, the performance of the upper-class individuals who had come from the Imperial City in the fight against the demons was even more despicable. They would hide in the furthest corners during battle like terrified rats, and yet shamelessly claim all the glory afterward.

As if the sacrifice of their brothers was but a trivial matter.

The speech given by Holy Son Oniens had pushed the soldiers’ dissatisfaction to an even higher level.

The conflict between the two sides was visibly and rapidly intensifying, and a clash could break out at any moment.

However, on the side of the Royal Guard, thanks to the restraint of the wise Morton and Carol, they ordered their knights to absolutely avoid any provocation against these surviving soldiers during this period, as one misstep could trigger a mutiny.

On the side of the Holy Court as well, there were Rose Vesper and an Archbishop to placate matters. Although Rose was sinister, it was precisely her cunning that allowed her to perceive the hidden sparks.

Only the Earth Mother Goddess Sect’s side, led by Holy Son Oniens and Saint Inas... actually just Oniens alone, the knights, priests, and nuns of the Earth Mother Goddess Sect fully inherited Oniens’s character. They were arrogant and haughty, treating the surviving soldiers as though they were slaves.

This also led to the soldiers’ fury against the Earth Mother Goddess Sect being far more intense than against the other two parties.

Some even said that their resentment towards the Empire for the Emperor’s execution of seventy-six nobles wasn’t as surging and overwhelming.

So, when these soldiers passed by the tents of the Earth Mother Goddess Sect and saw the occupants strutting around arrogantly and imperiously, their resentment erupted, reflecting in a loogie that was spat out.

For the Holy Knights of the Earth Mother Goddess Sect, such despicable commoners could be executed on the spot for any act of blasphemy.

No trial was necessary.

In the Sky Dome Continent, the power of high society was absolute.

Be it imperial or divine.

They had the power to control life and death over the lower-class commoners. They had grown accustomed to this power, to feeling superior, even if due to the invasion of demons, there was a need for a large number of commoners to join the battlefield, slightly elevating the status of commoners. However, this hardly changed the disparity in status between them, let alone their thinking, which had almost become branded.

Spitting was a blasphemy.

Desecrator.

Kill!

Watching the Long Spear hurtling toward him, Banar’s face suddenly changed.

As a commoner who had climbed to the rank of centurion, the highest military rank attainable by a commoner in the army, this was proof of Banar’s excellence.

He had some training in Fighting Energy, though it was very rudimentary.

But years of fighting demons gave Banar combat experience far beyond that of an Earth Mother Goddess Sect knight.

The moment the knight’s expression changed, Banar knew things were bad. He shoved aside a comrade and almost simultaneously, a shield appeared on his left hand.

Bang... clang!

Accompanied by a sharp, ear-piercing sound, sparks burst forth on the metallic shield.

The powerful impact pushed Banar back step by step.

With a face full of beard and eyes wide with rage, the muscles under his dark skin bulged with veins as he grunted, finally managing to stabilize after several steps back.

His arm, numb from the impact of the Long Spear, was proof of the sanctity’s strength, which was much greater than that of their ragtag soldiers.

A dull pain throbbed in his chest, and with a retch, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out; the sight enraged his close brothers.

Anger boiled within them as they clenched their fists tightly, biting down hard.

But Banar, a true man’s man, paid no heed to the wound on his body, merely wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth haphazardly before standing up straight again.

He stared at the knight not far ahead, "Lord Knight, just because my brother spat out saliva, you want to kill him, isn’t this a bit too much?"

"Spitting is not normally fatal, but it depends where you spit. Spitting in front of the Earth Mother Goddess Sect’s tents is disrespect to the Earth Mother Goddess. What else but death is fitting?"

The Earth Mother Goddess Sect’s knight saw no issue with his actions, and his expression even twisted with ferocity, a cruel sneer curling his lips as he looked at Banar with pride, "Banar, you dare to shield a heretic who blasphemed the Earth Mother Goddess... you... must die too."

Following the knight’s words, more knights emerged from behind the tents.

They all wore smug smiles, not minding the idea of enforcing their own value and status through the slaughter of these few insignificant commoners.

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