Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 365 Mortals Facing Evil Gods
suicide? !
Kyle felt a chill run down his spine, and fear gradually enveloped his heart.

So that's how it is. No wonder the Mother Goddess grew stronger even though they didn't kill her followers. When these followers realized they couldn't die, they all chose to commit suicide.

But, but, why?
My mother-in-law said that the "Compassionate Mother" only accepts the voluntary offering of believers, and any coercion will cause the ritual to fail. Are they all voluntary? So many people? Are they all willing to die to bring destruction to this world?
Thinking about this, Kyle felt a chill run down his spine.

boom!
The massive limb crashed down, sending rubble and planks flying in all directions.

The mountain of flesh caught up again, and Kyle had no time to think it through; he had no choice but to quickly lead the Guardians to hide.

The Mother waved her hand, missing the insects on the ground, but it wasn't all for naught. She raised her hand, and limbs extending from her flesh grabbed one corpse after another.

The corpse of a follower of the Mother Goddess.

The grotesque and disgusting "compassionate mother" suddenly became gentle, carefully picking out the corpses one by one, putting them into her mouth and swallowing them. When she raised her head again, her eyes looked even angrier.

Devouring several corpses did not make His body grow noticeably larger, but His devouring never stopped for a moment. The corpses of the Mother Goddess's followers seemed endless, with followers always coming to die.

With each small step, His growth became undeniable, His attacks became increasingly difficult to dodge, and His massive body could cause terrifying destruction simply by moving.

The more the Christians fought on the battlefield, the more disheartened they became. The powerful monsters were one thing, but it was the endless deaths of the Mother Goddess's followers that truly terrified them.

These devotees of the Mother Goddess lined up, one after another stepping forward to meet the bullets with their flesh and blood, their faces showing neither fanaticism nor fear, like silent stones.

These silent stones formed a high wall with blood and flesh.

Despite their small size, they stood in front of the "Mother Bee," like worker bees protecting the queen.

The hands of the apologists began to go numb as they pulled the triggers, but the Mother Goddess devotees on the other side seemed oblivious, advancing slowly but steadily.

"No, we can't go on like this!" Kyle gritted his teeth and shouted, "Grandma, we have to retreat!"

[The Mother] is getting stronger and stronger. Although the Guardians of the Faith can still hold their own, they are starting to face danger. If they don't leave now, they may not be able to get out!

"How is the Secret Order doing?!" Kyle was extremely anxious.

However, his mother-in-law, who had been watching from the battlefield, did not respond to him. Just as Kyle hardened his heart and prepared to retreat regardless of the consequences, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from not far away.

boom!
A gunshot rang out, and the small bullet flew towards the "Mother," disappearing into her flesh and blood.

The battlefield fell silent for a moment. The Guardians and the Mother looked together toward the other side of the battlefield, where a troop of cavalry was crossing the street corner and coming into their view.

"A little late, Castel's allies," a loud shout rang out.

"Prince?!" Kyle exclaimed in surprise.

This cavalry unit was the elite of the port guards. Although they still looked fearful, they still came to the battlefield.

The one in the lead was the prince, his musket still slowly emitting smoke as he casually tucked it into the holster at his waist.

He held the reins with one hand, skillfully maneuvering the horse through an arc in front of [the loving mother].

The Mother's gaze was drawn to the port guards, giving the Christian Guards a rare moment of respite.

"Captain Kyle, isn't that... isn't that the prince? He actually went to the battlefield himself?" Kyle didn't answer; he was also very surprised.

The prince was, after all, a local lord, yet Grand Duke Tiss personally went to the battlefield?

this.
Kyle couldn't tell whether it was bravery or recklessness; he just watched in shock as the port guards rushed towards the "Mother".

They wore no armor—which is understandable; on such a battlefield, armor would only be a burden, and being lightly armed would allow for greater agility.

Each soldier in this group carried several muskets. The bolt-action rifles of the Guardians of the Church could be fired again after being loaded and chambered, but muskets could not. Obviously, there was no chance to reload them when facing the Mother of Mercy. Therefore, they chose to carry several loaded muskets.

This puzzled Kyle: if his clergymen couldn't achieve any results with their bolt-action rifles, why would the prince think the port guards could do it with muskets?
This cavalry unit was clearly quite elite. Some of them were pale, some had their teeth chattering, and some were so scared that their bodies were stiff. But even so, not one of them fell behind.

The prince and Galahad charged ahead, followed by the soldiers. Their weapons seemed like toys in the face of the enormous mountain of flesh, but they still gritted their teeth and charged forward.

This scene was deeply etched into Kyle's mind. He was originally just a laborer in the Rhine Factory, and he scorned the things about noble knights. But looking at the prince leading the way, a strange feeling rose from the bottom of his heart.

If he were to fight alongside such a lord, wouldn't he dare to charge forward even if it were an evil god in front of him?
Even a coward like him.

Kyle seemed to be gradually understanding why the prince was here.

These guardians of the faith had already fought countless battles against monsters, and had fought alongside superhumans and banshees. Powerful enemies were still enemies, just more difficult to defeat.

But the prince and the port guards were just ordinary people.

Their most formidable enemies were nothing more than the gangsters on the docks and scattered cultists.

The “compassionate mother” before them was a true evil god, and they seemed to be charging towards a mountain.

The fact that the Hong Kong Guards weren't driven mad by fear shows that their will was strong enough. As for the fight?
Kyle's gaze fell on the prince.

This person seemed to have no fear; he was always at the forefront.

Despite possessing countless honors and wealth, he disregarded them and personally went to the battlefield to stand before his soldiers.

The evil god was as invincible as a mountain, and he was like that high wall, shielding the soldiers behind him from fear.

Fear, dread, prayer, helplessness—all these emotions vanished when they saw his back.

The prince may be cruel, ruthless, and regard human life as worthless.

But he appeared here, leading mortals to confront the evil god.

Kyle suddenly realized that only with him here could the soldiers take up arms and only then would Blood Harbor have a last glimmer of hope.

But where is the hope?

Before the loving mother, this group of knights is nothing more than a swarm of larger ants; whether they are brave or cowardly is merely a choice of how to die.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the prince, who was running, raised his gun.

(End of this chapter)