Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 329 Monster
The Hong Kong Guard was not small in number, and had many well-equipped musketeers. Although the rebelling cultists had a large following, they were no match for the regular army.

Just as my mother-in-law said before, apart from the heavily armored priests preaching in the Silent Sanctuary, no superhuman could withstand a volley of musket fire head-on, not to mention that the superhuman path of the Church of the Mother of Life was not very powerful.

As long as they proceeded steadily, they would surely win on the main battlefield. However, the prince chose to take the initiative, which made the group ponder deeply.

After witnessing the prince's series of actions, no one doubted that he was a fool anymore. However, no matter how you look at it, holding the position was the best option. A hasty attack only gave the enemy an opportunity and added some unexpected variables to the situation.

Was the prince really just there to take Connor and the others to the docks?
Would he be so kind?

Just as the group was pondering this, Zoe spoke up timidly: "Could it be because... he's particularly familiar with these cultists?"

All eyes turned to Zoe. She gathered her thoughts and continued, "That day, I was wandering around the lower city with Galahad. Although he was very impatient, he didn't stop me. He went with me wherever I wanted to go."

"But when we passed through several places, he told me that it was dangerous and I should not go in."

"At the time, I didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but now that I think about it, how could he be so familiar with the lower city, being a knight by the prince's side?"

"Could it be that the prince and his group actually know a lot about the situation in the lower city and are very familiar with those cultists?"

Connor's eyes lit up upon hearing this: "Very likely! When facing unknown cultists, a normal lord would choose to retreat and defend, then seek help from the Church. Although there is no Church here in Tiss, the prince's radical choice..."

“It’s very likely because he understands these cultists!” Erwin chimed in. “Speaking of which, when did he ever have superhumans around him?”

The prince had never been involved with the supernatural world before the assassination attempt, but Galahad was a supernatural being. Judging from his actions at several crucial moments, the prince clearly knew how to unleash the full potential of a supernatural being.

The group all looked at the prince, this Grand Duke Tiss, whose secrets were becoming increasingly numerous.
The Hong Kong Guard has also basically completed its assembly, abandoning almost all the baggage that is difficult to carry and going into battle lightly equipped.

"Gentlemen, let's set off." He nodded to Castel and his men, then walked toward his soldiers.

At this moment, the prince faced the assembled soldiers. He didn't need to say much; he simply drew his sword, rode his horse ahead, and the soldiers cheered and followed.

Erwin commanded the Guards of the Faith, following at the rear of the prince's group. Due to the large number of infantry in the port guards, their pace was very slow.

Although their pace was slow, the road ahead was quite quiet. It wasn't that they hadn't encountered cultists, but those Mother Goddess priests were just crazy, not stupid. They might have tried to fight a dozen or so lone cavalrymen, but they had no intention of confronting this group of regular troops head-on.

Castel's men were also somewhat confused. After such a hasty attack, why were they now advancing slowly?
They thought the prince would, as before, lead his elite cavalry in a swift advance and then have the infantry clean up the battlefield. But he simply led his army forward calmly, seemingly in no hurry at all.

Suddenly, the old woman on horseback raised her head, pulled on the reins, and spurred her horse to Erwin and the others. She lowered her voice and said, "It seems to be a cult hideout ahead."

The group was startled. Zoe looked around and suddenly her eyes lit up: "Yes, this is the place where Galahad stopped me from entering."

They all gasped in surprise; it seemed the prince's knowledge of the lower city was indeed beyond their expectations.

What are those cultists doing inside?

"Hold a ceremony," the mother-in-law said, pointing ahead.

The vanguard of the port guards had arrived at the door of a warehouse. Galahad kicked the door open, and the soldiers opened fire.

There were quite a few people inside. After Galahad kicked open the door, they began to scatter in all directions. The musketeers fired a volley, and only a few figures fell. The door was not large, only allowing one team to fire at a time. By the time the second group raised their guns, the cultists inside had basically all fled.

Erwin made a few hand gestures, and two guards spurred their horses forward, peering inside the warehouse.

They quickly retreated, their expressions extremely complex—a mixture of surprise, anger, and disgust.

Erwin raised an eyebrow: "What's inside?"

"A monster, a monster made of humans."

"composition?"

“Yes.” The priest’s face contorted in disgust as he answered, as if he had seen something utterly repulsive. “A jumble of limbs put together. I even saw a three-headed man.”

Having more limbs is nothing special; the banshee has six arms and a snake tail. However, their streamlined bodies are extremely beautiful, and one can immediately see the explosive power contained within their flesh.

Judging from the expressions on the faces of the guards, the monsters in the warehouse did not seem to conform to human aesthetics.

"The joints of those limbs were like melted candles, the flesh and blood joined together in an extremely twisted and bizarre way, like people who had fallen into boiling water, their bodies swollen and covered in blisters."

As he spoke, he covered his mouth, feeling a wave of nausea.

Erwin hesitated and looked at his mother, who shook her head: "Those are just ordinary people, ordinary people who have been transformed by supernatural powers. I don't know why they do this, and these people will not become stronger."

After a moment of silence, Zoe suddenly spoke up: "Let's go take a look."

Connor and Erwin both nodded subconsciously; they couldn't rest easy until they saw it with their own eyes.

The battle was nearing its end, and the port guards were searching the warehouse for the remaining followers of Mother Goddess. There was no longer any danger.

The missionaries walked through the harbor guards and entered the warehouse.

Soon, the group saw the "monsters".

They were indeed bizarre and disgusting, with several heads forcibly spliced ​​onto a body. Zoe, with her sharp eyes, pointed to a body lying in a pool of blood: "It seems to be still alive."

The group looked at the old woman, and only after she nodded did they approach. The monster had three heads, but only one was intact, and judging from its position, it should have been the original one.

It was struggling to breathe, but with each movement of its chest, fresh blood flowed from its mouth.

He seemed to be a young man. Although his face was ferocious, he still had some human features. When he saw the group approaching, his eyes seemed to regain some luster.

"Save her!"

(End of this chapter)