Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 369 Feeding Believers with Flesh and Blood

The harbor guards across the harbor were cheering and chanting the prince's name, praising their Archduke William.

No one noticed the slow changes taking place within the giant pit.

The scattered flesh and blood there had been gradually collapsing, but suddenly it stopped, and then, guided by some kind of will, it gradually gathered together.

The Mother Goddess's followers poured out from every corner, and it was impossible to tell whether they had come with the "Mother Goddess" or had been hiding here from the beginning.

Like starving people on the verge of death, they rushed forward, grabbed the flesh and blood of the "loving mother," and desperately stuffed it into their mouths, swallowing it whole. Sometimes, they would even stuff more into their mouths before they could swallow.

They looked like a bunch of starving ghosts.

They kept stuffing the flesh and blood of the "loving mother" into their mouths until her belly swelled up like a balloon, getting bigger and bigger, until it burst open with a bang.

A large amount of the flesh and blood of the "Mother of Compassion" exploded and shattered on the ground. After the collapsed and lifeless flesh and blood came out of their bodies, they gradually began to wriggle again, as if they had come back to life.

The number of Mother Goddess followers grew, and they knelt on the ground, devouring flesh and blood. Those behind them overtook them, piling up layer upon layer to fill the large pit on the ground.

The loving mother nourishes her believers with her own flesh and blood.

The believers' bellies burst open one after another, and they quickly bled to death, collapsing into the flesh and blood of the "Mother of Compassion." Yet, they wore happy smiles on their faces, like children who had just eaten their fill and nestled in their mother's arms.

The port guards gradually noticed the change, stopped cheering, and the lingering joy on their faces turned into fear.

[The Loving Mother] was gradually dying, but believers kept pouring out. The more believers fell on her, the more vibrant the flesh and blood in the earthly pool became.

Gradually, the pool of flesh began to slowly undulate, as if blown by a gentle breeze, and soon ripples appeared. The water became increasingly turbulent, eventually turning into a tsunami crashing against the shore!
Nurtured by countless believers, the "Mother of Compassion" was resurrected once more from flesh and blood, this time with eyes filled with the fury of hatred!

Above His head, a figure gradually rose up.

She seemed to rise from the glue, most of her body still connected to the "loving mother" by flesh and blood. Although her appearance was slightly distorted and strange, many people still gasped in surprise.
"Mira!?"

That was Mira, the high priestess of the Church of the Mother of Life.

She was the leader of the Church of the Mother Goddess during the last rebellion, but she has not shown her face at all this time.

Now that the "loving mother" has been killed, she has risen from the resurrected flesh and blood of the "loving mother"!

Not only Mila, but also the various limbs that were originally scattered on the body of the "Mother of Love" gradually began to emerge from among those limbs, revealing faces one by one.

The faces of the starving people were sallow and emaciated; they were believers of the Mother Goddess, who had voluntarily offered themselves to the "Mother Goddess." Now, the "Mother Goddess" had brought them to seek revenge.

Mira opened her eyes and looked down at the world.

She tried to open her mouth, but the flesh inside remained closed, as if it had been sewn shut stitch by stitch with fine thread, preventing her from speaking.

Two streams of bloody tears flowed from her eyes. Hatred, anger, regret, and remorse were all mixed emotions, like molten lava, and blood kept gushing from her eyes.

The loving mother stood up.

He is larger than ever before; what was once a mountain of flesh and blood, a disgusting monster, now resembles a human in some ways.

Countless faces faced all directions, countless eyes filled with rage. He seemed to be a god descended to earth, coming only for revenge, to cleanse this filthy world.

The battlefield fell silent. The prince, the port guards, the Christian Guard, and the superhumans—no one spoke. They stared blankly at the scene, as if facing the end of the world.

Yes, the end of the world.

No extraordinary knowledge was needed; just seeing that massive figure and powerful physique was enough for anyone to know that the monster before them was far stronger than the previous mountain of flesh. Even that mountain of flesh required the combined might of the prince's cavalry and the Holy See's army to barely kite and suppress it; as for a direct confrontation?
Who can fight a mountain head-on?

At this moment, the prince's troops were already exhausted. The port guards had not made any combat preparations in order to move guns and ammunition, and the clergy had run out of bullets.

What's the difference between a gun without bullets and a stick?
But the Mother was stronger than ever; she had put away her mercy.

No words were needed, no threats were needed; despair spread through everyone's hearts.

"Retreat! I'll cover you!!" the old woman shouted, and a dense crowd of figures appeared around her, spreading out from all sides to surround [the loving mother].

Her face turned pale instantly, and she swayed, gasping for breath before collapsing. Around her, the figures rushed towards the "compassionate mother."

On the other side, Galahad drew his longsword without hesitation and stood in front of the prince.

"Your Highness, I will cover your escape!"

The prince nodded, turned around and ran a few steps, but then stood still with red eyes. He, who was usually decisive, hesitated.

Chaos erupted among the Hong Kong guards. Some fled in panic, while others tried to move closer to the prince. Most, however, stood trembling in place, too afraid to move.

The friars looked at Kyle, whose captain's expression shifted, and he forced out a few words through gritted teeth: "We...retreat!"

He was the leader of the Christian Guard, and the responsibility on his shoulders was not only his own life, but he could not let his mother-in-law's sacrifice be in vain!

It was his duty to bring the Christian Guards back!
But all of this was ultimately just their fantasy.

The loving mother stood still and simply waved her arms in a circle.

The densely packed figures that the old woman had created were instantly wiped out like a fragile spider web. Galahad hurriedly raised his sword to defend, but was then sent flying along with his sword, which landed somewhere unknown.

Many members of the Hong Kong Guards were standing too far forward; they were like ants on a millstone, and were directly crushed, leaving behind a pile of red mud.

Together, they couldn't stop them for even a moment.

[The loving mother] just waved one hand; she still has one hand free.

The Hong Kong Guards had been scattered, and He reached out to grab the Christian Guards.

Kyle watched the giant hand descend from the sky. Having led the Guardians of the Church in countless battles, he could make a judgment with just a glance—

Inescapable.

The mother-in-law rushed out in the blink of an eye, and the loving mother moved her two hands one after the other, with almost no time difference.

"spread!"

Kyle shouted the command, his body instinctively flinching. He knew it was impossible, but he decided to struggle to the very last moment, and then—

There was no escaping it after all.

As Kyle watched the hand in the air grow larger and larger, he sighed in despair.

Just as he was preparing to face his death, the hand suddenly stopped.

Like a volcanic eruption, a barrage of bullets flew from afar and slammed into the giant hand. The evil god's hand, which had been slamming down with all its might, was actually forced back!
(End of this chapter)