Hell has invaded, but my Hextech is invincible!

Chapter 127 Come on, hang them from the streetlights!

Ada leaped lightly from the rooftop and landed steadily beside Hex.

She looked up at the six-meter-tall giant before her, who seemed like a god descending to earth, and all the doubts in her heart suddenly disappeared.

She finally understood why Hextech was able to close the Gates of Hell ahead of time, how he survived inside the Gates of Hell, and the origin of the Kalodos Demon Mark on his body.

Sister Inessa was right.

Hextech is the real hero who saved Manchester.

Now, he has saved Newcastle once again.

If Muller succeeds in his sacrifice, then everyone at Newcastle will die.

"You really are a savior," Ada exclaimed.

Hextech scoffed and raised his hand to put the Ursus badge back in its place.

The next second, his tall and burly giant body began to writhe and contract rapidly.

His bones and flesh were rapidly remodeled, and in a short time, his body returned to its normal size of less than two meters.

Seeing that he had returned to normal, Ada secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, she felt immense pressure facing a giant who was emitting black smoke, had hardly any flesh, and exuded overwhelming power.

After all, this monster had just torn the half-human, half-demon Muller apart with its bare hands, blasted the entire block into ruins, and treated humanity's most advanced technological weapon as a toy.

At that moment, a group of figures struggled to crawl out from behind the ruins.

The remaining agents of the United Front, along with Kylelight and Tyrion, came over.

Tyrion scanned the ravaged, utterly crushed streets, and the composure he had managed to maintain crumbled once more.

Seeing Hextech, charred black and still shrouded in smoke, Tyrion's eyelids twitched wildly, and his heart leaped into his throat.

Even from a great distance, he could clearly sense the rampant and domineering aura emanating from Muller.

At that time, Müller was extremely arrogant and domineering, seemingly determined to completely destroy Newcastle.

Tyrion was in despair, thinking the entire city was doomed and he had no way to escape.

But no one expected that a six-meter-tall giant would suddenly appear in the world.

Even a kilometer away, the ground was shaking violently.

With such terrifying combat power, just three punches were enough to break the arrogant Müller's mentality and force him to his knees begging for mercy.

He actually forced the other party to publicly repent for all his sins, and finally punched Muller's body so hard that only his head remained.

Who is this person?

Even paladins aren't this powerful!

Could it be that a certain warband champion came specifically to purge heretics like Muller?

Tyrion had vaguely heard of a warband called the Grey Knights, which specialized in dealing with high-ranking clergy who had been corrupted by Hell.

At this moment, Tyrion didn't dare to look Hextech in the eye.

He was filled with fear, afraid that Hex would remember his previous betrayal and smash his head in with a single punch, following in Mueller's footsteps.

Hex didn't mind and casually found a relatively intact rock to sit on.

He rummaged through the rubble on the street and found a perfectly good bottle of beer. He unscrewed the cap, tilted his head back, and gulped down two large mouthfuls, his posture relaxed and casual.

Seeing his nonchalant demeanor, as if he were in his own backyard, Ada stepped forward and offered a reminder.

"Mr. Hex, although Muller is already dead..."

"But the foundation of the Tuttle family has not been severed."

"They still control a massive armed force."

"They have a firm grip on all levels of Newcastle."

"The remaining Crusaders, city guards, gangs, nobles and merchants who are affiliated with the family have all gathered at the Tuttle family's headquarters."

Hex casually tossed the empty beer bottle aside, a flicker of disgust crossing his eyes.

"What a bunch of idiots! Muller was going to sacrifice them all, so why are they hiding there? Are they feeding the devil?"

"Besides, why don't they run away?"

Ada shook her head slightly: "They can't escape, and they don't dare to."

"The city's aristocracy and merchants are all rooted in Newcastle."

"Once they leave here, they'll be like dandelions."

"Past power, wealth, and status can be wiped out overnight."

Hex frowned, then quickly grasped the implications, a cold smile playing on his lips. "Money over life."

Yes.

This world is completely different from the era of 1911 in history.

Dark forbidden zones, monsters, savages, and cults roam the wilderness, isolating major cities from each other. Each city is a relatively independent small society.

With limited intercity connectivity and a lack of free flow, it is difficult to establish a financial system, and capital, industries, and networks cannot be transferred on a large scale.

Over time, everyone has been forced to settle down in one city to develop their careers, leading to extremely severe class stratification in the area.

For them, the fear of losing power was greater than the fear of Hextech's threat or Mueller's sacrifice.

"They are more afraid of falling into the dust and losing everything than of dying," Ada said.

"They know very well that whoever ultimately controls Newcastle will be able to govern the city without the help of the local elites."

At this moment, Kyle Wright, who was standing to the side, spoke up in a hoarse voice.

"Müller's death is just a change of masters for them."

"The Tuttle family can certainly elect a new representative."

"They took the initiative to negotiate and seek peace with you."

"Negotiations?" Hex chuckled, his eyes full of mockery.

"I killed their patriarch, wiped out the Tuttle family's henchmen, and caused such a huge commotion, yet they still dare to come to me for negotiations?"

"These nobles are so selfish and ridiculous."

"This is the survival rule for the nobility of this country," Kelwyn said solemnly.

"You might even have to beg them."

"Because you have no foundation and no manpower to govern this city."

"They will make exorbitant demands and negotiate with you to force you to concede benefits."

"They even demanded a 30/70 split of the profits with you."

Hextech was surprised: "I'm 70%."

"That 70% is theirs, they'll only give you 30%," Kyle Wright said.

"This is the share of revenue for most newly appointed diocesan bishops."

He turned to Tyrion: "Not him."

"He only has 10%."

Tyrion was also embarrassed and lowered his voice to carefully respond.

"Lord Hextech, I really didn't take a single penny."

"I'm innocent!"

Hextech laughed in anger: "I took down Muller, and you only give me 30%?"

"Do you think I'm a beggar?"

"Get them all out of here!"

"Lord Hextech, what if all these powerful figures leave, go on strike, and give up?" Tyrion whispered.

"The entire city will be completely paralyzed."

"The city will be in chaos then, and cultists and the United Front will all enter—"

When he mentioned the "United Front," he glanced at Ada beside him and quickly lowered his head to correct himself.

"When various forces vie for territory, the city's order will completely collapse."

"If Newcastle descends into complete chaos, it will inevitably alert headquarters in London."

"In the end, no one will benefit from it; we will all be losers."

"Including the United Front," Kyle Wright said emphatically.

"You also lack the ability to establish a foundation for rule."

"It's true, though I hate to admit it," Ada said with a smile.

"Mr. Hex, you have quelled the unrest. Have you made your decision?"

"Hmph, you think you can force me? On what grounds?" Hex sneered.

"Whether you want to bring Newcastle into your sphere of influence or not," Ida said.

"But you need to take responsibility for it."

"Only you can take on this responsibility now."

"You need to rely on local elites and the Tuttle family."

"Because nearly half of Newcastle's clergy come from the Tuttle family."

"If you intend to destroy them, then at least half of the clergy will stand against you."

Even if you could clean them all up.

"Newcastle will also lose the protection of the clergy."

"The monsters and cultists in the nearby dark forbidden zones will be eyeing this place."

"The church is indeed much better than us at preventing the invasion of hell."

"I suggest we cooperate," Ada said.

"Yes, Mr. Hextech, you need to take on a great responsibility!" Tyrion quickly expressed his loyalty.

"Newcastle United would be finished without you!"

Kyle Wright sighed, "Indeed, Hex, even though Tuttle slaughtered my people."

"But we still have to cooperate with them."

"It's frustrating, but that's politics."

Hextech fell silent upon hearing this, his mind churning with thoughts.

To be honest, from the moment he jumped out of the fighter jet and parachuted into Newcastle, all he had in his mind was a burning rage.

At that time, he only wanted to kill all the culprits who had committed evil deeds, and had no intention of considering the post-war governance and cleanup.

Now that the chief culprits, Muller and Rothschild, have been executed, Adelya has finally avenged his great grudge.

It seems the matter is over.

Hextech discovered that those accomplices and executioners who aided and abetted the evildoers seemed impossible to hold accountable.

They may be crusaders, the cornerstone of a city's defense against external enemies.

They may be the city's garrison, a real and reliable armed force.

The most likely scenario right now is that these remaining forces have all gathered at the Tuttle family's headquarters, waiting to negotiate and strategize with him.

Hextech was getting annoyed.

He was just a rootless transmigrator, all alone, without power or foundation, and had no ability to take over or control the vast city of Newcastle.

Leveraging the strength of the united front?

He immediately rejected the idea.

If the United Front can't do it, and he fights a bloody battle to quell the unrest and kill the villains, only to hand over the fruits of victory to the United Front? Then he would truly be a huge sucker.

Mondrian would be laughing in his sleep.

He knew very well that Ada's initiative to propose negotiations and reconciliation was essentially an attempt to use the chaos to allow the United Front to take over Newcastle and seize control of the city.

He has always detested this kind of political intrigue and is disgusted by these convoluted power struggles.

Just as Hextech was feeling confused and hesitant.

Two soldiers from the United Front carried a disheveled figure as they hurried out from the depths of the ruins.

The man was covered in wounds, his hair was tangled and messy, and he was covered in blood and dust, making him look like a wild man.

Upon seeing Hextech, he instantly broke down and staggered forward.

It is Last.

Hextech's eyes flashed with surprise when he saw him like this.

Before he could even ask a question, Rust, who had rushed forward, suddenly collapsed and fell heavily onto the rubble.

Hex reached out to help him, but Rust gripped his hand tightly.

Last looked up abruptly, his eyes bloodshot, his extreme anger and pain almost overflowing, his voice shrill as if he were weeping blood.

Hextech —

"They killed Martin—they killed Lillian—"

"The Tuttle family has sent crusaders to hunt us down—"

"Everyone died—only I survived!"

The two escorting soldiers looked guilty and lowered their heads to apologize in hushed tones, "Sir, we're sorry."

"We failed to protect the others."

Martin is dead?

His wife and two children are dead?

Hex listened quietly, feeling not much sadness, but rather a profound sense of powerlessness that felt utterly absurd and ridiculous, and even a strange urge to laugh.

Then he laughed.

"Hahahaha!!!"

Hextech's maniacal laughter silenced everyone present, especially Tyrion, whose every cell in his body was telling him to leave as soon as possible.

This person is insane!

"I say, this world is truly ridiculous."

Hextech's laughter gradually subsided, and his eyes turned terrifyingly cold.

"They can't even tolerate two ordinary detectives who uphold justice and their families."

Hex had already assumed the Tuttle family would target Rust and Martin's group with the most conservative assumptions, so he made preparations to have them leave ahead of time and have the United Front protect them.

He never expected that the other side would actually deploy a regular Crusader army, going so far as to cross borders to encircle and exterminate them.

Why?

He couldn't understand.

"I'm sorry, Hextech—"

Last's voice was low and hoarse, filled with endless weariness and sorrow.

"It's not your fault," Hex said reassuringly.

Last pushed himself up to his feet, the last glimmer of light in his eyes completely extinguished, leaving only a bone-chilling stillness.

With trembling hands, he pulled a golden osmanthus crown soaked in blood from his pocket and solemnly handed it to Hex.

"This is a gift that Lillian said she wanted to give me."

"But I am not entitled to accept it."

"You should accept it."

"After all, you avenged them."

Looking at the blood-stained crown, a thousand words instantly stuck in Hextech's throat.

This feeling of being unable to breathe properly made his chest feel tight, as if a wildfire was burning inside him, scorching his internal organs.

He looked up and glanced around.

Beneath the ruins, faint cries and sobs of civilians could still be heard.

On the distant streets, countless surviving civilians stood blankly, staring at the devastated battlefield, their faces filled with helplessness.

After a long silence, Hex suddenly spoke, his tone eerily calm.

"Lust, tell me, when will the revenge be over?"

"The masterminds behind the serial murders of children and the brutality against the Martin family, Rothschild and Mueller, are both dead at my hands."

inside."

"Have we truly gotten our revenge?"

His flat, emotionless tone sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

Ada keenly sensed that an extremely terrifying power was growing.

That wasn't the ferocity of hellish monsters, but a chilling killing intent emanating from the endless void, enough to tear apart all order; Hextech was like a volcano about to erupt.

She was on edge and instinctively took a half step back.

Last shook his head sadly, his voice carrying a sense of vicissitude that came from seeing through all darkness.

I don't know if this counts as the end.

"The Muller and Tuttle families have ruled Newcastle for over a century, and the blood on their hands goes far beyond just one or two cases."

"The police station has a backlog of old cases that can't be contained in an entire warehouse."

"Those files were covered in a thick layer of dust."

Over the years, only he, Rust, has repeatedly opened these dusty files in his pursuit of the truth.

The files record horrific crimes comparable to those of demons, including murder, torture, betrayal, and framing.

Countless victims remain buried underground, long forgotten.

Meanwhile, those perpetrators of evil have long since cleansed themselves of their sins, donned respectable attire, and sit high on elegant and luxurious platforms, enjoying the awe and admiration of the world.

"Look."

Hex remained calm, showing no emotional fluctuations.

"These evildoers rely on family power, business conglomerates, and the church system."

"No matter how many crimes they commit, as long as they rely on the protection of the rules, they can get away with it and never be punished."

"Is that right, Kellright?"

Calmly, Kellett nodded, revealing the coldest truth of this world: "This is the rule."

"The rules of the nobility."

"The rules of Britain."

"It is also the rule that has allowed this world to exist for hundreds of years."

"When I was young, I also wanted to overthrow injustice and change everything."

"But in the end, I realized that the only one who was changed was myself."

"I don't regret the downfall of the Adelia family; it was retribution for the sins our family accumulated." As he said this, he suddenly tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a relieved smile.

"But I am glad that the Adelia family died on the road to the light."

"This is how a hero dies."

Hextech slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on Tyrion, who was stiff all over.

The moment Tyrion's gaze locked onto him, every hair on his body stood on end. He stumbled back several steps, his voice trembling, "What—what do you want to do, Lord Hextech?"

"Bishop Tyrion," Hex said indifferently.

"I need you to give me an order."

Tyrion felt a sudden sense of relief. As long as he wasn't killed, but merely given an order, there was still room for maneuver.

He quickly replied, "Whatever the instructions, I will follow them!"

"very good."

Hextech's gaze swept across the entire ruined city, and he spoke in a deep voice.

"I need you to issue an order to the entire city."

"Expose the sins of the Tuttle family."

"Call upon the people of Newcastle, take up arms and join me in destroying the Tuttle family!"

"As long as they are still in the Tuttle family manor, they are enemies."

"Whether they are priests, scholars, merchants, or hereditary nobles!"

He pointed to the crooked, broken lamppost on the side of the street, his tone resolute.

"Everyone, hang the streetlights!"

"This time, we will settle accounts with the century-old sins of all the wealthy elites in Newcastle!"

"They all have to die!"

After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.

Ada's expression changed drastically. The usual calm smile on her face vanished completely, replaced by shock and disbelief. Even if she had overestimated Hextech, she never expected him to resort to such a crazy table-flipping method.

Tyrion's pupils constricted, his face turned ashen, and he screamed in terror.

"You're insane!"

"Do you know what you're doing, Hextech!"

"You are declaring war on the established rules and centuries-old order of the entire world!"

Müller's decision to use artillery fire to annihilate the Adria family was already quite excessive!

But what Hextech is doing now is a hundred times crazier than that!

"Looks like you're not a fool." Hextech's face slowly curled into an extremely crazed smile.

"I was just thinking about how to settle this city."

"Now, let the people kill all those privileged classes and purge the old privileged class."

"A national assembly will be established through universal suffrage, with a unified legislative and executive branch."

"As for the name, let's call it Newcastle Commune!"

"From now on, everything in Newcastle will be handled by the Newcastle Commune!"

"This is my way!"

"Since all of you are forcing me to take on this responsibility."

"That's my way of taking responsibility."

"Since this city cannot accommodate two detectives who uphold justice."

"Then I cannot tolerate those powerful and wealthy people who are covered in sin."

"If they want to exterminate us, we will exterminate them too."

"This is different!" Tyrion shrieked. He hadn't expected that the deaths of a few civilians would make Hextech determined to settle scores with Tartle.

"They're different in terms of both importance and quantity!"

Yes, can the deaths of four ordinary people be compared to the lives of thousands of powerful and wealthy people?

"In my opinion, the Martin family is far more important than them." Hex placed the blood-stained laurel crown on his head.

"Furthermore, I previously said that I would kill the entire Tuttle family."

"When you're in the game, you have to keep your word."

"Not a single one less can be killed!"

At this moment, even Kyle Wright, who had been calmly observing, completely changed his expression.

Everyone assumes that the city's operation depends on the powerful, wealthy, businessmen, and the church; this is a perception ingrained in people's bones.

Without these upper classes, the city would inevitably be completely paralyzed.

But Hextech seems poised to completely overturn this set of rules.

Destroy the upper echelons and recreate the rules?

Will this work?

Ada suppressed all her emotions and stared intently at Hex, wanting to know just how determined Hex was.

The two locked eyes for half a minute.

Finally, she slowly lowered her head, knelt on one knee, and spoke with a respectful yet firm tone.

"I will obey your command."

"Very good." Hex's eyes flashed with sharpness as he casually pulled out the Deaththorn Spear and impaled Muller's head on the spearhead.

The look of terror still lingered on that ugly head as it lay dying.

A laurel wreath stained with blood, his head displayed to the public.

The momentum should be enough, but it feels like something is still missing.