"This is the land of the Thousand River Valley people, yet here we wander in our own homes!"
Horn stood at the edge of the wooden platform, reaching out to them, and roared with a desolate fury:
"Believers, we have nothing left... nothing left!
Our dignity is gone, our future is gone, our freedom is gone, even our next generation is gone, we have nothing left.
The only thing we have left is the head on our shoulders! Will you just accept it? Forget everything and keep living?"
With Horn's unending shouts, the look in the displaced people's eyes shifted from sadness to anger; they panted heavily, staring at Buerwelf's corpse on the platform.
First, someone threw a stone at Buerwelf's body, followed by countless displaced people charging at the platform.
At this time, the Imperial Guard was uncontrollable, the displaced pushed aside the front row of guards and surged onto the wooden platform.
They attacked the body that was still warm on the ground with punches and kicks, while some cried below, some screamed in cathartic release, and others watched coldly from the side.
"Brother, we avenge you! Avenge you!"
"Die! Die! Just die for me!"
Amidst the chaos, Horn continued to shout in the crowd.
"Tell me, why are you here?" Horn's eyes turned red, and he stood to the side of the platform and shouted at the displaced people below, "Is it not for your grievances and loved ones?
Living, living is certainly good, but we all have a day to die! When you die, when your soul waits to see if it goes to the Fire Prison or the Celestial Kingdom.
Your flesh and blood, our kin, their souls will come forward and ask you, what did you die for?
How would you answer? From illness? From old age? From hunger? Beaten to death by the lord's whip?"
Horn raised the iron horn and yelled furiously:
I died for fairness, I died for freedom, I died for justice, I died for your grievances as dead, I died for the well-being of those alive.
I fall, and yet more Thousand River Valley people will raise my banner!
Believers, raise the flag of salvation high; we must declare war against demons and monsters! We must avenge against demons and monsters!
We must fight them in the fields, fight them in the rivers, fight them on the mountains, even fight them in the Fire Prison if we die.
We must fight continuously, fight continuously, until they disappear from our world, until that moment, the true millennial Celestial Kingdom will come!"
As Horn spoke, his chest heaved wildly, and his previously high voice grew lower.
"You may ask, where are the demons? Where are the monsters? Who are they? This question, instead of asking me, ask yourselves.
Where did our simple and warm houses go? Where did our grey-haired parents go? Where did our breastfeeding children go?
Tell me, where did they go?"
Gradually pushed by the Imperial Guard, the crowd retreated from the wooden platform, yet they could still hear Horn's calls.
Horn breathed heavily and walked slowly to the front of the wooden platform.
He scanned the crowd; evidently, one corpse was not enough for them to vent all their anger; they were all waiting for Horn.
Waiting for Horn to say the final word, but Horn wanted them to say it themselves!
"Countless rolling heads, untold accumulated grievances!"
"Demons... monsters... can't you see them?"
"In that castle, on that throne!"
"In that church, under the Holy Image!"
"Tell me, who are they?"
Horn turned his head and made a listening gesture, "Who are they?!"
"Duke and the Empire!"
"Church! And the King!"
Mixed with angry curses, initially scattered, then the roar became louder, the displaced shouted in anger and frenzy.
"I can't hear clearly!" Horn's face twisted grotesquely, shouting hoarsely at the displaced below, "Tell me, who owes the blood debt!"
"Bishops and Nobles!"
In chaotic waves, the chants of the displaced gradually grew uniform, turned into two words repeated countless times.
"When Eve and Adam farmed, did the noble masters just sit in castles and churches watching?"
Horn walked to the left side of the platform and shouted at the displaced.
"When house money and grain were seized, did bishops and monks labor more?"
Horn turned to the right side of the platform and shouted at the displaced.
"The wheat grower can only eat husks, the weaver can only wear ragged clothes, this is our life!"
Returning to the center from both sides, Horn shouted at the crowd in twisted anger, "Enough! Enough! Enough! I say enough!"
Horn's voice pierced through the iron horn, then suddenly stopped.
A night breeze blew, dispersing the echoes in the sky, swaying the torch flames, Horn closed his eyes, spread his arms.
The world quieted down, only the sound of the wind and the crackling of flames could be heard.
Over ten thousand young men, not a single one spoke, their reddened eyes all focused on Horn.
Moonlight dusted his shoulder, Horn slowly opened his eyes, a glow of mana shone in his eyes.
No movement, no strange calls, no soliloquy of "I am the Holy Father."
But when Horn spoke, everyone could hear, his voice overlapped with that of Gods, countless sacred and solemn voices spoke alongside him:
"Blood Covering Cloud, sharpened soldiers, celestial dispatched Saint's Grandson to slay injustice."
"Injustice people, step forward and listen, kill all injustices for peace!"
Horn drew the Blood Covering Cloud from his waist and pointed it towards Joan of Arc Castle.
"The Old Gods have died, new kings rise, the stars align, and Middle Land prospers!"
"Believers, take your swords, follow me…"
The red light of the Blood Covering Cloud nearly painted the sky red, Horn's eyes were about to burst: