Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

"Don't be afraid!" Tsurugi slapped him on the shoulder, lifted his face, and shouted.

"Say it! Tell me what you most want to do right now!!!"

"You need not be afraid, they cannot harm you. Nor do you need to fear speaking recklessly, for I can assure you that your words and actions will not be punished by any deity in heaven!"

Tsugumi grabbed the flustered boy and said in an almost coercive tone...

"All you have to do is say what you really want to say. Even if Jupiter were to descend to earth, I would break both his legs!"

St. Peter also stepped forward and spoke in a compassionate and forgiving tone.

"Child, you are free to express your thoughts."

The boy's expression gradually changed from blank to blank. His body trembled slightly, he clenched his fists, lowered his head, and tears fell into the mud. Accompanied by suppressed sobs in his throat, the boy raised his head, his red eyes filled with anger.

"I'm going to kill them all!!!"

"I will kill all the Romans!!!"

The boy's roar was so sudden that everyone present was stunned, never expecting that the usually docile boy would harbor such resentment.

But precisely because he is a boy, he is young, he has boundless hope, and he still possesses the spirit that those numb slaves and commoners have long lost.

Although it had been suppressed for a long time under the daily labor and enslavement, at least for now, it has erupted.

"I hate this country! Rome, and everything in this world, I hate it all!!!"

The boy threw the piece of wood he was holding into the muddy ground, and the splashed mud splashed onto his face, but he didn't care.

All he wanted to do now was vent the anger and pain bubbling inside him.

"Why is it that those nobles and officers can enslave us, while we can only be enslaved by them!"

"Why can they eat all that delicious food every day, while we can only eat bread harder than a rock!"

"Why...why do they have everything, while I have nothing, not even my parents and friends!"

He wailed, venting all the anger, resentment, pain, and despair in his chest.

"Living is so painful, why must people live such a painful life!"

He grabbed St. Peter, knelt down, and seized the kind old man, roaring at him amidst his bewildered expression.

"I hate people like you too!!!"

"You teach us all day long to be kind to others, you teach us all day long to forgive them, but if we forgive them, who will save us? Our homeland is occupied, we are enslaved, we are conquered by so-called Rome, who will save us?!"

"Tell me! You say that doing good deeds and accumulating merit will lead to heaven after death, so are we in hell right now? If so, can you kill me? Can you end my suffering!"

Several believers nearby were about to pull the boy away, but St. Peter stopped them. He looked sadly at the sobbing boy, wanting to say something, but unable to speak.

The people gathered around the boy, these believers, also stopped what they were doing and watched silently.

What the boy said was exactly what they wanted to say. It's just that the weathered adults have long been accustomed to the pain of being enslaved and exploited, and have even become accustomed to this distorted system.

Institutionalization is the process of being domesticated by authority; no matter how much humans claim to be superior, they cannot escape their animalistic nature. But human superiority is not only reflected in intelligence, but also in the free spirit to break free from the system.

How would St. Peter answer the boy, and all these people?

All the words I could say in the end could only be summed up in one sigh.

"I'm sorry, child..."

He can't help much.

But then, a pair of strong hands pulled the boy out of the mud, and a dignified voice rang out.

"Get up! Don't kneel!"

Under everyone's gaze, this strange yet holy young man disregarded the boy's filth, helped him to his side, and then—from who-knows-where—took out a knife and handed it to him.

"I can't offer you any guidance, help, or anything else," Tsurugi said slowly, looking at the boy.

"But I can give you this."

The boy stared blankly at the knife in his hand, his expression gradually turning sinister, but his hesitation and fear were still evident.

So Tsurugi added a stroke to his name without hesitation.

"God said that all under Him are equal, so let it be so," Tsugumi said loudly and unequivocally, looking at the group.

“We cannot control what happens in the heavens, but we can control what happens under the gods. If all the gods love mortals equally, then it means that all human beings are equal.”

"We should enjoy common freedoms, common status, common food and drink, and common pleasures!"

Here, the saintly Dongjiang River does not possess the alluring power of the demons on the other side.

But the words that came out of his mouth were far more tempting to these poor people than any other words!

"But we're in the mud right now!!!" the boy said, his eyes red.

"Yes, that's why you shouldn't be here!" Tsugumi spread her arms wide, revealing a smile that was almost maniacal.

“If someone doesn’t want to give you what you deserve, but instead enslaves, exploits, and disciplines you, what should you do in the face of such people?”

Before he could answer, Tsurugi tossed out a bloody, bright red head, shaped like an apple.

Amidst a chorus of startled gasps, Tsugumi, stepping on the head, laughed loudly.

"This is the path I've given you, the method I've taught you!"

"At any time, in any place, when faced with those who want to enslave you, you should only do one thing—kill!!!"

"Because no words or philosophy are more powerful than the blade, and no words are more effective than killing!"

"You must learn to fight, you must learn to kill, you must resist anyone who tries to oppress you!!!"

He lifted the boy's hand and pointed it to the sky.

"Look! You are right. As long as you kill for freedom and justice, and to fight against injustice, you will surely go to heaven! God will ignore your crimes of killing, because the struggle for freedom and against injustice is absolutely right!"

"Whether this sword is wielded against noble kings, your shepherds and chiefs, or even your patriarchs—rebel! It will always be the right thing to do!"

"This is the will of God that I have conveyed, that is it!!!"

Just then, a golden ray of dawn suddenly tore through the clouds and shone on Tsurugi.

It was probably a coincidence, but the brilliance of that coincidence made him shine brighter than ever before.

After a brief moment of silence, everyone stared at Tsurugi with fervor, erupting in cheers far more enthusiastic than ever before any priest!

Yes, that's exactly how it should be!!!

This is what they should strive for: to fight for themselves in life and to enjoy eternal peace in heaven after death!

Shouts and cheers spread like a plague, and in the swamps and slums, all the poor people raised their hands and roared the same name!

Tsurugi had no idea that his words at that moment would be recorded by these people, passed on, and then completely distorted.

This will also become another 'achievement' of the nameless sage, passed down and engraved on the quantum recording tape.

This statement would be misinterpreted by later generations, ultimately leading to that unjust expedition.

But so what? Even if Tsugumi knew, she would still say the same thing without hesitation, because that's what she believes is right.

A correct statement is correct, at least for the speaker at this moment. But statements are destined to be manipulated and distorted by those with ulterior motives, and anyone who expects to impart wisdom for generations to come with a single sentence is truly a fool.

But at least for this moment, Tsugumi was able to ensure that she could influence the people in front of her.

'The power of arrogance has been detected to be deepening; you have gained the attention of 'Lucifer'!'

Lucifer's gaze? Was it before or after I tricked him?

Tsurugi paused for a second, but didn't think much of it.

After all, thinking about it won't make a difference, will it?

However, he could sense that the Mark of Pride, which had remained silent since he obtained it, seemed to have gained some power at this moment.

A commotion could be heard in the distance.

That was the mobilization of soldiers, the anger of officers, and the revenge of the Romans!

After all, Tsurugi killed an officer, cut off his colleague's head, and then skinned him and hung the skin at the entrance of their camp.

Faced with such provocation, these self-proclaimed number one Romans would naturally not tolerate it.

Upon hearing the thunderous sound of military boots, the poor people who had been cheering and shouting just moments before immediately fell into panic.

Courage comes like a tsunami, but retreats silently.

But everything changed when Tsurugi stepped forward.

He changed into the paladin's battle armor—and for some reason, the light emanating from it was even more powerful than before!

A booming golden light enveloped his entire body, and what appeared next was a being wearing a strange double-horned mask, a white-gold robe, and a pair of golden wings.

After a brief silence, the Christians erupted in even louder cheers.

"He is an angel, he is God's messenger!!!"

"The messenger of God has come to save us, to rescue us from the hands of the Romans!!!"

"What glory! Quickly worship him!!!"

Cheers and shouts of jubilation filled the air. Tsurugi looked down at the changes in herself, at the golden wings that had formed on her back. Though she didn't understand what was happening, she—

The mouth with sharp teeth on the mask slowly parted as he smiled, revealing a cruel curve. He raised his hands, and golden light gathered on the cross behind him, shaping it into the form of a holy battle axe.

He suddenly pointed towards the city, towards the gathering place of Roman nobles and commoners, and let out a trembling, frenzied roar.

"That's right, that's it! You bunch of sissies, come with me and go on a killing spree—kill them all!!!"

Changing the style doesn't change anything, it's still all about killing! : 161. The sage detests antiquity (start the massacre!)

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

When the Roman soldiers, full of murderous intent and armed, gathered together, preparing to suppress the local civilian uprising and to carry out a decimation to intimidate these barbarian scum.

An angel descended to my side

Without uttering a single word of nonsense, Saint Dongjiang immediately launched a massacre!

He is a saint, he is pure, he is innocent.