217: People's Trial

All the screens, without any warning, simultaneously went dark.

Whether it was the giant screen in the plaza or the billboards along the streets, whether it was the televisions in the shops or the personal communication devices on everyone's wrists, everything plunged into darkness at that instant.

The entire city seemed to have had its mute button pressed.

Everyone stopped in shock, looking up at the screens that had suddenly gone out.

Immediately after, a series of images that should not have existed, images capable of overturning the entire Federation and nailing the great leader to the pillar of historical shame forever, began to play simultaneously on all screens.

The footage began in the ruined, ice-bound land of the Northern Territory.

A figure, covered in blood and utterly exhausted, was painstakingly performing the final Seal on a black crystal orb that pulsed with an ominous dark Qi.

Everyone recognized him: Su Lei, the Federation hero who, according to official propaganda, had bravely sacrificed himself to Seal the Demonic Beast.

However, the next second, an equally familiar figure slowly emerged from a spatial rift.

Qin Wuyan stared coldly at Su Lei.

“If you don't die, the Federation will never know peace.”

Immediately following was the sudden, unexpected decapitation.

The hero's head flew into the air, and hot blood stained the pristine ice field.

And the great leader merely cast a cold glance at his corpse before turning and leaving, allowing it to be devoured by the Demonic Beasts lurking nearby.

The entire plaza instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared blankly at the screens.

What, what was going on?

Hadn't the official statement said that Su Lei had died of exhaustion, a hero of the Federation?

Why, why would the President personally kill him?

Before they could recover from this world-shattering shock, the scene on the screen switched again.

This time, it was a vast underground laboratory, filled with the stench of blood and blasphemy.

Countless people, stripped of their freedom, regardless of gender, age, or youth, were bound to grotesque blood-red altars.

Their lives and Souls were forcibly extracted by an invisible power, coalescing into drops of pure black, evil-smelling liquid amidst their piercing screams.

And the esteemed Federation President, like a cruel zookeeper, personally fed these offerings, forged from countless lives, to the sealed Demonic Beast core.

The unspeakably cruel live sacrifices, the agonizing, inhuman screams, were transmitted with crystal clarity through the high-fidelity sound System, echoing throughout the plaza, across the entire city, and into everyone's ears.

“Ugh…”

In the crowd, a young girl with a weaker constitution could no longer bear it, bending over and violently vomiting on the spot.

Many more people had faces ashen as paper.

Their beloved leader was, in secret, committing such monstrous and insane acts!

The footage continued.

The scene switched to a room filled with metal restraint chairs.

An ordinary civilian was forcibly injected with a trace of dark energy stolen from the Demonic Beast core.

Immediately after, he writhed and deformed in extreme agony, transforming into a hideous, terrifying monster that knew only slaughter.

Everyone recognized this monster; wasn't this the “out-of-control Demonic Beast” that, according to official propaganda, had massacred tens of thousands of civilians in Anping Town?

So, it turned out that it was not a natural disaster at all, but a complete massacre orchestrated by the Federation government and then blamed on others!

When the final piece of footage, which showed the captured Iron Prison confessing Qin Wuyan's entire conspiracy in his emotionless electronic voice, finished playing, the entire Federation erupted.

Not just Xinghui City.

In Tianyuan City, in Beiliang City, in the coastal base of the East Sea, in every corner of the Federation, on the giant screens of every city, and on everyone's personal communication devices, the same footage capable of nailing Qin Wuyan to the pillar of historical shame was being broadcast simultaneously.

The truth, in the most brutal way, was laid bare for all to see.

After more than ten seconds of silence, there was an explosion of volcanic fury.

“Liar! Butcher! Devil!”

“Give me back my son's life! My son, my son died in Anping Town!”

“Down with the dictator! Judge Qin Wuyan!”

Countless citizens spontaneously took to the streets, forming an angry torrent that surged towards government buildings and military bases in various regions.

The soldiers and mechanical police responsible for maintaining order were momentarily at a loss, facing this tsunami-like public sentiment.

Their orders were to suppress rebellion, but these were their compatriots, unarmed civilians.

Many of them had also seen the footage, and their once unshakeable faith was shattered at this moment.

Were they to raise their butcher's knives against these citizens roaring for the truth?

They couldn't do it!

“Lay down your weapons! Join us!”

“Your President is a murderer! He is a devil! Are you still going to die for him?”

Someone in the crowd shouted this.

Soon, more and more soldiers silently laid down their weapons.

Some even took off their military uniforms, symbols of Federation glory, and threw them to the ground, then turned and merged into the protesting crowd.

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

When the first soldier made a choice, the second, the third, and soon, entire swathes of soldiers gave up resistance.

Qin Wuyan's rule, built on tyranny and lies, began to crumble before the ironclad truth.

At the same time, the generals of the Federation's major military regions, after seeing this footage, also took action.

The commander of the Eastern Theater Command was the first to send an open telegram to the Federation Central, sternly demanding that Qin Wuyan publicly explain the content of the footage and immediately release all political prisoners.

Immediately after, the Southern Theater Command, the Central Theater Command—almost all the military leaders, except for the Capital Region Garrison Force which Qin Wuyan had forcibly taken over with his direct subordinates—issued their doubts to Qin Wuyan at the same time.

This was no longer a simple question; it was a declaration.

A political declaration of drawing a clear line between themselves and the dictator, the butcher, the devil… In the underground bunker, main laboratory.

Piercing alarms blared throughout the entire space.

The monitoring screen no longer showed Su Lei's damned face, but was divided into countless small windows, each broadcasting real-time scenes from across the Federation.

Deserted by all!

He lost.

Under Su Lei's upright and utterly indefensible open scheme, Qin Wuyan was utterly defeated, completely ruined.

“No, no!”

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