Under the lightning and thunder, the city-state turned white in an instant.
The pouring rain fell on people's shoulders, and the voice of the Deity reached every corner of the World.
One after another, filled with hope—people raised their hands to express their support for the City Lord on the screen.
"It's the City Lord! The one in the screen is our Lord!" the white-haired elder exclaimed with emotion.
"City Lord, you must kill the Invader!" an angry young man raised the sickle in his hand.
"That human traitor, is he called Su Ming'an—kill Su Ming'an! Kill Su Ming'an!" children shouted with their mother's help, their voices echoing nonstop.
"Kill Su Ming'an! Kill Su Ming'an! Kill Su Ming'an!"
—They thought, by raising their hands, they raised torches of human unity.
—No one knew whose soul they were actually burning.
The anger of the masses often has a strong contagion.
