Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 371 Let's fight first and talk later

Blood Harbor is quite large, but it's not much for the size of [Mother].

He pursued the banshee all the way and soon arrived near the dock.

The banshees split into two groups. Some of them, along with the "Mother of Compassion," maneuvered around the ship, while others leaped directly onto a nearby vessel—Castel's outer steamship.

Soon, they arrived carrying several large boxes containing not only bullets but also explosive packs.

"Ash, this time it'll definitely be fine, we've got plenty of bullets!"

The banshee, carrying a box of ammunition, ran quickly while shouting loudly.

But Ash didn't reply; she just kept shooting, her silence seemingly tinged with unease.

"Lord Ash?"

The banshees were not difficult to fight; they were too agile. With just a casual dodge, the Mother's house-destroying attacks would fall into empty air.

What's the point of having a powerful attack if you can't hit the target?
Therefore, the banshees fought with some relaxation.

But Ash's expression beneath her helmet grew increasingly grim.

She hesitated for a moment, then asked through the telepathic link: "Don't you guys sense something's wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

Is there a problem?

The loving mother doesn't seem to have weakened.

"Hey, isn't that normal? He's been devouring believers all along. We've suppressed his growth, and we still have so many bullets left. Can those Mother Goddess followers outlast our ammunition with their lives?"

The succubi nodded in agreement; this was their shared thought.

After they landed, they followed the gunfire for a long time before finally finding the "Mother Goddess." They had witnessed the horrific scenes along the way. The Mother Goddess's followers were indeed numerous, but not endless. And they were right next to the ship, with plenty of supplies.

They've exhausted themselves.

The sky was overcast, and the drizzle that had been falling gradually intensified, with the wind whipping up the rain and pelting it onto the ground.

Ash's voice was somewhat low: "Haven't you noticed? There are hardly any followers of the Mother Goddess anymore."

A quiet moment fell during the spiritual connection.

"In the beginning, when those believers were devouring its flesh and blood, did you notice where they came from?"

"Lower city area?"

The prince's port guards piled up gunpowder in the lower city. There were many believers of the Mother Goddess around, but the port guards didn't care much, as long as they didn't get in the way.

After all, if it were easy to catch them, this place wouldn't have become a breeding ground for filth and an unmanageable downtown area.

After the explosion, they emerged from their hiding places and devoured the flesh and blood of the "Mother," resurrecting her.

Therefore, the "Mother" can consistently devour the Mother Goddess's followers in the lower city.

But this is a dock, and the surrounding area is open with no cover. It is true that some believers of the Mother Goddess tried to rush over, but they were dealt with by the surrounding religious guards and port guards. They could not even reach the dock.

so
"The Compassionate Mother did not devour believers at all; all the damage we caused has been healed?"

The harbinger witches all raised their heads, their eyes showing a hint of tension for the first time.

"And did you notice that above the 'Mother's' head is Mira?"

This group of harbinger banshees had been stationed near Blood Harbor, and their mother-in-law would come every day to inform them of the situation there, so the banshees knew what had happened in the past few days.

"Mira has been communicating with us, her attitude is quite friendly, and she's been very positive about the Secret Order. She has absolutely no reason to rebel, and she's not short of food. This isn't right." Ash slung a Gatling gun at his waist and pointed at Mira. "I have a feeling... she's the center of everything."

The harbinger sirens exchanged glances, then hesitantly spoke:
"So what do you think we should do?"

Ash slowly shook her head: "I'm not smart."

"He's not good at strategy, and he can't figure out the truth of things."

Solving puzzles is beyond my capabilities.

She held her head high, but her gaze gradually hardened.

"But since this is a battlefield, let's resolve this using battlefield methods."

She reached for the Gatling gun hanging at her waist, skillfully loaded it, and aimed it at the top of [the loving mother's] head.

"If you don't understand something, just hit it."

Her six hands were full of guns, and they all opened fire at once!
At the same time, she shouted the order: "Fire cover! Fire on Mira above [Mother's] head!"

"Let's fire a few rounds of ammunition first!!"

The banshees responded with a roar, and their previously sparse firepower instantly intensified.

Rain fell from the sky, but bullets sprayed upwards from the ground.

The bullets that were originally aimed at all parts of the Mother's body all concentrated on the top of Her head.

Mira, whose flesh and blood were connected to the monster beneath her, was still roaring incessantly, but was now engulfed in a storm of metal.

The monster howled and stopped attacking, stretching out all its limbs to cover its head, trying to block the bullets aimed at "Mira".

It works!

"Hahaha, even evil gods fear bullets!"

"Don't waste time changing the barrel. There are spare machine guns on the ship; just replace the barrel when it's red-hot!"

The Mother Goddess's followers rushed over like madmen, but the banshees easily held them off by casually throwing a few explosive charges.

The loving mother was completely unable to resist and just stood there wailing as she was beaten.

Everything seems to be getting better.

But Ash's unease grew stronger and stronger. She stared intently at [Mother], and suddenly a look of horror appeared in her eyes.

Why is He getting bigger instead?!
Before she could react, a voice suddenly interrupted the mental link, a voice that didn't belong to any of them:
"Retreat! Retreat immediately! Jump into the sea!!"

The sirens paused for a moment, then turned and rushed into the sea without hesitation.

boom! !

Almost immediately, the "Mira" above the Mother's head exploded. In the instant of the explosion, countless black threads appeared inside her body, extending in all directions.

The sirens received the warning and jumped into the sea in time. They swam extremely fast in the water and quickly created a large distance, avoiding the attack of the black threads. However, the people on land were not so lucky.

At a high point not far away, Galahad immediately stood in front of the prince, but the thread seemed to have no substance, easily piercing through his body and then through the prince.

The old woman in the alley glanced at the Christian guards in the distance, took a step forward, but stumbled, clutched her chest, and turned pale. She could only turn around and run away unwillingly.

In the shadows, Gwen stared blankly at the distant sea as if she had seen something extremely shocking, completely ignoring the black threads that appeared before her. Many of these threads pointed towards her, but just as they were about to pierce through her, they all dodged away as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

Meanwhile, the port guards, the Christian guards, and even the civilians in Blood Harbor, as well as the Mother Goddess believers who were not yet dead, all had their bodies pierced by those black threads.

(End of this chapter)