766: Chapter 766 We were all fooled by him!

The square fell silent for a few seconds, then it completely exploded.

"Is... is this really the High Priest we believe in?"

"He actually does things like this? Forcing young girls? And coercing people to sign agreements?"

"Isn't that girl the daughter of Old John from the West District Church? His daughter went missing the year before last, and he always said she ran away on her own. So it turns out... she was captured by the High Priest!"

"Bastard! Animal! We were all deceived by him!"

"My God... what kind of thing have I been supporting all these years?!"

"My mother was also called by the High Priest for a sermon last year, and she became a different person after she came back, not talking all day. Could it be..."

"Don't say anymore, don't say anymore... I can't take it..."

Some people crouched on the ground, holding their heads and sobbing.

Some angrily smashed the portraits in their hands.

Some took out their phones to film frantically, and some spat directly in the direction of the High Priest.

The square was in chaos.

Those slogans that had been shouted hoarsely just a moment ago now turned into curses directed at the High Priest.

And the images on the screen were not over yet.

One video after another, as if it would never end.

Every video was so clear that it couldn't be fake, and every conversation was so complete it was appalling.

Moreover, the angles of many videos were clearly candid shots, and some were even filmed from a high vantage point.

It was clearly filmed by the cameras the High Priest had installed in the rooms himself.

The High Priest stood at the very front of the line, as if struck by lightning, his whole body trembling violently.

He liked to record everything he did, keeping it to "savor slowly."

He thought only he could see those videos, but he never expected that someone would hack his surveillance system, dig out all his "collections" that he had cherished for decades, and expose them all at once.

The believers in the square went from anger to panic, and from panic to despair.

The person they had believed in for decades turned out to be a complete devil.

Everything they once thought was "holy," "merciful," and "just" was just a carefully woven skin.

Beneath that skin was evil that had rotted to the bone.

The High Priest suddenly snapped to his senses; his face turned from white to green, from green to purple, and finally bloated to the color of a pig's liver.

"Turn it off! Turn it off for me, damn it!!!"

"No matter what method you use, turn that damned screen off!!!"

Seeing this, the Empress also shouted: "Quick! Cut this video!"

Although she hated the High Priest very much.

But the High Priest was equivalent to the face of Eagle Country!

If this scandal got out, it would not only damage the High Priest, but also Eagle Country!

Therefore. It must be stopped.

"Your Majesty!" The butler's voice came from behind, full of panic.

"That screen... it can't be turned off!"

"The technical department says that electronic equipment in the entire square has been infected with a virus, and all control is in the opponent's hands!"

The Empress turned around abruptly, full of shock: "Who did this?"

The butler's face was extremely ugly.

"It's unclear. The national computing power tracking couldn't trace the source!"

The Empress took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

Calm down! Must stay calm!

Now is not the time to investigate who did it.

The problem now is that it is still playing on the screen!

Those images were being seen by tens of thousands of believers and broadcast live to the whole world by dozens of media cameras in the square!

"If you can't turn it off, find a way to turn it off!"

The Empress's eyes flashed, and she had a flash of inspiration: "Pull the circuit breaker! Cut the main power supply!"

The butler nodded quickly and turned to run out.

In less than a minute, all the lights in the palace square went out simultaneously, and that huge electronic screen went dark.

The square plunged into darkness, and the flashlights of mobile phones lit up.

The expressions on the faces of those holding their phones were still full of shock! Anger! And... disbelief!

And the High Priest in the crowd was trembling with anger.

The screen was off. But those images had already been carved into everyone's minds.

He turned around and looked at the believers who had once fanatically supported him.

Those people's eyes had changed. No longer worship, no longer fanaticism, but suspicion, anger, disgust, and hatred that made them want to swallow him alive.

A chill ran down the High Priest's back.

He just wanted to explain...

Suddenly! "High Priest." An old voice came from the crowd.

The High Priest looked towards the sound and saw a white-haired old man walking out of the crowd.

He was Old John from the West District Church.

His daughter went missing three years ago. He always thought his daughter had run away on her own. Every year on his daughter's birthday, he would go to the church to light a candle and pray for her safety.

But today, he knew the truth.

His daughter had not run away. She had been locked in the basement by the High Priest to satisfy his perverted hobby.

Old John walked up to the High Priest, muddy tears streaming down the gullies on his face.

"Three years ago, my daughter went to your church for a sermon and never came back."

"I asked you, and you said she left your church, and no one saw where she went."

"I believed you."

"I believed you for three years."

Old John's voice was trembling, every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, "You... give my daughter back to me!!!"

The High Priest's expression shifted uncertainly.

Of course, he knew where Old John's daughter was.

That girl had been locked in the basement by him three years ago. After three months of torture, because she resisted too fiercely, he accidentally strangled her to death. The body was buried under the rose bushes in the back garden, and it was estimated that it had already turned into a skeleton by now.

His breath hitched, and he roared.

"Shut up! I don't know where your daughter is!"

"That must be fake! Someone is forging it! It must be that Dragon Country person, trying to confuse the public!!!"

Old John looked at the High Priest's appearance, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, howling in grief.

How could he not see it? This was definitely real; otherwise, the High Priest should have explained it gently and elegantly as usual, instead of roaring there like a furious lion...

For a moment. That crying was heart-wrenching, echoing over the square.

The next second. Someone in the crowd spoke first.

"Beat this bastard to death!"

Immediately after, the second, the tenth, the hundredth...

"Bastard! Animal! You are not human!"

"You deceived us for so many years! What did you treat our faith as?!"

"My mother went to your church for a sermon last year and came back as a different person. Was that you too?!"

"Speak! How many people have you harmed in total?!"

The waves of anger rose higher and higher.

Those once fanatical believers had now turned into angry rioters.

Some spat at the High Priest! Some threw the portraits in their hands at him! Some picked up stones from the ground and threw them in his direction!

The High Priest, who was originally in a rage, was suddenly surrounded by the storm, his face full of panic.

"No... it's not like that..."

He wanted to explain. But his voice was immediately drowned out by the waves of anger, and he couldn't even hear himself.

His Bodyguard wanted to protect him and leave, but the crowd was too dense, and it was hard to move an inch.

A Bodyguard was pushed to the ground and was instantly engulfed by the angry crowd.

The butler stood behind the Empress, looking at the chaotic scene in the square, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Your Majesty... what should we do?"

He had served the royal family for decades, experienced terrorist attacks, coups, and countless crisis moments, but never had there been one like today...

Tens of thousands of people were rioting at the gate of the palace, and the one who triggered the riot was their own High Priest of Eagle Country.

The Empress held the railing, her face pale.

What could she do? She couldn't do anything.

No matter whether those videos were true or not, they couldn't be washed clean.

"Your Majesty!" The butler's voice was more urgent, "The crowd is getting more and more out of control. If this continues, lives will be lost!"

The Empress opened her mouth, just about to speak...

Her phone suddenly vibrated.

She looked down and saw a multimedia message.

The sender was a string of garbled characters, and the source could not be seen.

She hesitated for a second, then opened it.

The screen lit up.

In the image, the High Priest was lying on the bed shirtless, with three young women in his arms on each side.

The Empress's pupils contracted sharply.

Isn't this the video that was played on the big screen just now? How could it be sent to her phone?

Before she could react, the old butler behind her also received a text message.

Not only the old butler, but the soldiers around them also received it one by one.

Even the believers in the square were now lowering their heads, looking at their own screens.

Their expressions changed from anger to fury.

So much so that. Tens of thousands of believers went even crazier, rushing towards the High Priest like a tide.

How could the High Priest dare to stay? If he were really surrounded, he would probably lose his life here! Therefore. He didn't hesitate, turned around, and ran!