Maybe the church has more important things to do and doesn't pay attention to it. Therefore, the soldiers and knights guarding the surrounding www.biquge.info square added up to less than a hundred.

In the beginning, with the aura of the regime and the blessing of sophisticated weapons, they could block thousands of people in this square with seventy or eighty people. However, once the unarmed people fall into despair, this encirclement, which is purely made up of psychological pressure, will burst faster than a bubble.

It was as if the horn of the charge was sounded, and with the first person to rush out, the suppressed anger of the people was ignited. They flocked to the soldier like man-eating ants pouring out of their nests—the pressures of daily life were high enough, let alone being provoked in such a bloody way.

Suddenly, all the soldiers drew their swords and looked at the crowd that was rushing towards them with some panic, and even ...... Still a little puzzled.

It's a pity that the soldiers probably won't understand the mood of these people until they die.

- Who let them not have a few minutes to live?

Yes, they were strong, well-trained, and well-armed, but under the frenzied onslaught of thousands of people, even the enchanted armor could not save their lives.

The first person to rush to the steps of the square was stabbed to death by them. The second man who rushed up the steps, carrying the body of the first, punched them, and was then stabbed to death by them. The third man who rushed to the steps, carrying the bodies of the first two people, knocked the soldier standing at the front to the ground, and was then stabbed to death by the other soldiers......

The hundredth man rushed to the steps, snatched the sword from the soldier's hand and stabbed him in the throat.

Since the construction of the square, there has never been such a strong smell of blood. The blood of countless people was mixed together, and it spread down the gray steps, layer by layer, like a carpet of crimson and luxury on the dirty ground.

Probably, Regina has never faced such a dense death since it was expanded as the capital.

Crowded in the crowd of people who came and went, Benjamin was also a little hesitant. He looked down at his blood-stained toes, wondering if he was right or wrong to do so.

What the church made in Regina is currently only a coup d'état. People are still swaying, the direction of the future is not clear, and what he is doing now is like snatching a hammer from the hands of the judge and striking a hammer in this city.

From this moment on, the fate of countless people changed completely. The wheels had already begun to accelerate, and he couldn't stop.

Thinking of this, Benjamin took a deep breath.

Since he couldn't stop it, at the very least, he had to hold the wheel firmly and take the car with him, whether it was for destruction or rebirth, in short, to make things go as far as he wanted.

Good and bad, right and wrong, don't seem to matter so much.

Under the rolling time, morality and rationality are like two huge mirrors, you can see clearly, but there is no use for fart. Things happened one after another, and in a hurry, he could only make the decision that he thought was right and go in the unknown direction.

In this way, in the midst of the angry crowd, the mages also rushed forward and knocked down several soldiers. However, at Benjamin's behest, they did not use magic. Therefore, their mage identity has not yet been revealed.

In fact, they don't need to cast magic. Even those few knights wearing enchanted armor couldn't withstand the impact of thousands of people, and the delicate and gorgeous armor was dented by blood-stained fists one after another.

As for the knight himself, he was also quickly trampled into meat sauce.

The riot lasted about fifteen minutes throughout the square, with the out-of-control populace sweeping back and forth around, killing all the soldiers and knights they saw. In this frenzied atmosphere, even the most gentle child in usual times was infected and did not hesitate to stab a knife into the soldier's stomach.

Fifteen minutes later, the anger of the people had subsided, and all the soldiers and knights in the area had died. Many people looked at the messy scene in front of them, showing a frightened look, and some people had already begun to want to sneak away.

Feeling the confusion of the crowd, Benjamin nodded, realizing that it was time for him to step up.

Accompanied by the spell of the pillar of steam, the hot wind of water vapor swept the entire square, blowing the people almost out of their eyes. Therefore, they didn't know what to do, so they set their sights on where the wind came from.

Where the wind came from, under the gaze of everyone, Benjamin opened his arms, against the sun, and slowly rose into the air in a blood-stained beggar costume.

Everyone was fascinated by this scene.

"W-What is that?"

"I don't know, it's ...... Has anyone come to our rescue?"

In the midst of all the chatter, Benjamin turned a deaf ear. With a calm look on his face, he gradually flew to the very center of the square, still above the square covered in blood and corpses.

The midday sun fell on him like a spotlight cast on the stage.

As if attracted by some incredible magic, the bewildered people, as if they had found a guide, suddenly followed Benjamin and reunited in this small basin-like square.

They were all trying to squeeze around Benjamin, even closer than they had been at the beginning. Everyone tilted their heads and stared intently at Benjamin floating in the sky with stunned or dazed expressions, and the whole scene was like some strange religious ritual.

Then, even the chatter disappeared. The square, where there had been a riot just now, was as quiet as a church in prayer. All that remained were flocks of birds and finches alarmed by the water vapor, circling back and forth in the sky near the square, chirping one after another.

And in the midst of such a silent waiting.

Finally, Benjamin spoke.

"It's a disaster for Ikole. He maintained a blank expression, trying to amplify his voice so that it sounded sincere and loud, "Her Majesty is out on a campaign, but the spies of the enemy country have taken advantage of the situation, taken control of our army, framed the mages, put them all in prison, and besieged innocent people in the square, trying to take Regina for themselves. ”

Then, countless gasping sounds came from the crowd.

People looked up at Benjamin, stunned. But probably after a series of processes such as anger, murder, and panic, they were so confused that they didn't have the energy to question Benjamin's words.

They just held their heads up, like chicks waiting to be fed, waiting for Benjamin to clear their name.

"So don't feel guilty for killing those soldiers, who have been bought by other countries to destroy everything good in this city. In anticipation, Benjamin's voice continued to echo, "Ikor's future is in your hands, and if you join forces, you can save all the mages who are in prison." The spies of the enemy country will be driven out, and more importantly, no one will blame you for killing these soldiers, because you are the heroes who saved the country. ”

As Benjamin spoke, he secretly controlled several water balls he summoned farther up, reflecting the sun's rays and eventually creating a spotlight effect that hit him.

There is no way, if he wants to convince these confused masses, he must use some "packaging" means.

His mind was clear. This gang can kill all the soldiers around them, which is completely a crime of passion mode. After the passion, they are all a bunch of ordinary people, and they must have wilted. They will think that they actually killed the soldiers of the country, what should they do, they are dead. Therefore, at this time, they are absolutely six gods and no master in their hearts.

If no one jumps out to preside, in the end, these people will definitely run and scatter, and it is estimated that they will faint on the spot. Therefore, Benjamin must stand up and tell them that their actions are not criminal, but heroic.

Actually, hopefully, that's what this group of people needs most at the moment.

In other words, Benjamin transforms the truth into something they want to believe - they can only believe everything Benjamin says, and if they don't believe it, it means that they have become murderers and have ruined their lives, which is no different from death. So why don't they believe it?

As a result, Benjamin, bathed in the "halo", became their best psychic anesthetic at the moment.