"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

"Stop the assassin, stop him now!"

“Oh my god!!”

Waves of panicked voices erupted from the crowd. Some people were furious, some were terrified, and some were panicked. Some even covered their faces and cried, not daring to look at the scene anymore.

Just now, many people saw the assassin stabbing down with a knife.

Now, the guards on the podium had rushed forward, frantically pulling away the assassin who was pressing on von Palen.

They roared, grabbed the assassin's neck, twisted his arms, and punched him hard in the face. Some of them even used their knees to push hard on the assassin's back, as if trying to break his spine.

During this period, large amounts of blood dyed the guards' hands red, and the strong smell of blood spread instantly. Although the guards were extremely angry, their faces turned pale instantly when they saw the blood.

Because not all of this blood comes from the assassin.

Von Palen, who was lying on the ground, had a slightly pale face with a few drops of blood on it. A dagger was stuck in his chest, and the blood was slowly spreading. Even the collar of his white shirt was splashed with blood.

Pulling away the assassin and beating him, as well as seeing von Palen's appearance at the moment, all happened within a few seconds. Baumann had already rushed over. He almost stumbled and pushed away the guards in front of him, stepped over the assassin's body, took two steps at a time and came to von Palen, bent down to hug him, and pulled out the dagger.

This action immediately caused a stream of blood to gush out of von Palen's chest, followed by Bormann's hoarse but particularly harsh cry of grief:

"His Majesty!!"

As Bormann shouted, through the gaps blocked by the guards, the people in the distance also saw the outline of von Palen's body covered in blood.

This scene made them panic, which gradually turned into grief, and then they cried out in an instant:

"Oh, my goodness, your majesty!"

"Hurry! Call the doctor!"

"Help His Majesty! Someone help him!"

"What did that bastard do to our Majesty?! What did he do?!"

Screams and cries filled the entire Plaza Santa María. Some people even collapsed, holding their heads in their hands, while others fell to the ground and knelt on the ground, crying loudly.

For the country and the nation, von Palen has always been their spiritual pillar. Even though the war is not going well now and the country is in a huge crisis, as long as this man is still standing, they are still willing to believe that this man can lead them out of the predicament.

But now, he, who was regarded as the spiritual pillar, was covered in blood.

This was like a terrible nightmare, so cruel and bloody that it made people despair. The overwhelming dark clouds filled the heart, as if the end of the world had arrived today.

At this moment, thousands of people wailed in despair and cried heart-wrenchingly.

At the same time, the guards had formed a human wall and surrounded the blood-soaked von Paalen. Even the officers led by Wolfgang were stopped outside.

But that's it.

A bloody hand suddenly rose above the guards' heads.

The people who were still looking at the podium were immediately attracted by the raised hand. Their pupils constricted, they covered their mouths with their hands, their faces were full of disbelief, but a surge of eager anticipation immediately arose in their hearts.

And the next moment, the bloody hand clenched into a fist and swung it quickly and powerfully!

The moment they saw this scene, the people watching from afar felt as if their hearts were tightly gripped. They were instantly shocked and the wailing immediately faded by half. Almost everyone stared with their eyes wide open, not even daring to blink, and just stared at the fist.

Under the gazes of countless eyes, the fist began to swing again, again and again, with an indestructible sense of power, like an indomitable fighter, punching towards a powerful enemy.

So within just a few breaths, the heartbeats of the people who saw this scene began to quicken, their throats rolled, their eyes revealed strong anticipation, their bodies trembled violently, and they clenched their fists unconsciously.

Suddenly.

"Von Palen!!"

Suddenly, a hoarse shout broke out from a certain direction, and the moment the name sounded, the crowd, who had just been in the state of collapse, actually started shouting along.

With tears in their eyes, they raised their fists and waved them in unison with the movement of that fist, while shouting at the podium with all their might:

"Von Palen!"

With the podium as the center, the entire Saint Marin Square and even the streets outside the square were already crowded with people. Although the people there had not yet understood what had happened in the venue in this short period of time, without exception, they followed the example of the people in front of them, raised their fists and shouted loudly.

"Von Palen!"

"Von Palen!"

The cheers became louder and louder, so loud that it sounded like thunder in the clear sky. The sound of thunder made Wolfgang outside the podium turn pale. He also opened his mouth to shout, but he had no strength to make a sound.

Looking at these people shouting desperately, Wolfgang's lips trembled, his heart continued to fall into the abyss, and despair began to surge.

But unlike Wolfgang, the people were full of hope. They all strongly hoped that von Palen would be safe and continue to lead them.

So they shouted this name at the top of their lungs, hoping to see him standing in front of everyone again, and as the shouts became more enthusiastic, they really saw the birth of hope.

The guards who had surrounded the area began to disperse little by little, and through the gaps in the human wall, the people saw the figure under the fist.

Just as they expected, the person raising his fist was von Palen, but now he was hunched over, with his face drooping, and there was a large pool of blood on his chest. It seemed that just raising his fist took all his strength. It was a heartbreaking scene.

And now, he seemed to be about to straighten up, puff out his chest, and emerge from behind the guards, but the guards seemed to be stopping him.

The people can't hear the voices from there, they can only make such guesses, and now, they can only express their strong expectations by shouting:

"Von Palen!"

"Von Palen!"

"Von Palen!"

As if responding to the people's calls, the guards finally moved away gradually. They no longer blocked the crowd, but slowly retreated to both sides, leaving room in the middle.

Thus, people saw von Paaren more clearly.

Finally, amid the eager anticipation and earnest hope of the crowd, von Palen slowly straightened up and looked at the people with his blood-stained face.

Then, he swung his fist vigorously and shouted at everyone with his usual penetrating voice:

"I won't be knocked down!"

"I will never give in!"

"I declare war on all those who attempt to persecute our nation!"

"I will fight them till the end!"

"fighting!"

"fighting!"

It is like a storm hitting the sea, it gives the sea even more violent power, and the vast sea also responds to the storm with its endless waves.

"fighting!"

"fighting!"

"fighting!"

People laughed with tears in their eyes, their hearts filled with uncontrollable excitement and excitement, and they followed von Palen and shouted at the top of their lungs.