Final Lord

Chapter 107 Mother of Fertility
"Brother, is she crazy?" Wei Yi asked worriedly.

Wang Bufu glanced at the girl's attribute panel and shook his head.

"It's probably a stress reaction from being too frightened in sleep. It's nothing serious and will be fine after a while."

Wang Bufu's fingertips slid across the surface of the vine cage. He issued a series of [Release] commands, and the sound of mucus splashing came one after another from the basement.

The twenty-third vine cage spasmed and spat out a white-haired old man, his beard matted together by mucus. He muttered madly, spitting out fishy saliva: "The blood mushrooms are singing! They use my intestines as strings... I was put on the dining table, the mushrooms were roasting me, and the goats were eating me..."

The twenty-fifth villager staggered and fell to the ground like a puppet. After Wang Bufu wiped him clean, the hem of his cloak had corroded into a fishing net shape.

Only the wicker cage in the far corner released an old woman with relatively intact clothes. Although her coarse cloth skirt was stained with slime, her eyes looked very clear and she did not mutter incessantly like the other villagers.

Wang Bufu recognized her, she was Irene, the wife of the blacksmith Hal!
"Aunt Irene?" Wang Bufu reached out to block Weiyi's support, personally wrapping the uncorroded lining of his cloak around her trembling hands. The glow of the fire illuminated the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, and the soot characteristic of the blacksmith's shop could be seen in those wrinkles.

The old woman's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of needles, and her hands, like dry branches, clenched Wang Bufu's wrist armor so tightly that it crackled. "Young master, run away! That bastard Lincoln has captured Hal and forced him to hunt you down. Run! There are so many of them."

Wang Bufei knelt on one knee, his eyes level with the fallen woman. "Aunt Irene, don't worry. Lincoln's body is feeding the crows in the valley. Uncle Hal was swinging his hammer this morning and said he would make me a new set of armor. We have already won."

Irene's sagging eyelids trembled violently, and turbid tears washed away the purple mucus that had condensed on her eyelashes. "I won... Hal is still alive. It's good to be alive... alive..."

"Aunt Irene, do you remember how you were caught here?"

Irene's pupils were a little dilated. "I can't remember. I just remember being brought to Lincoln by the crow. Lincoln touched my face, and when I woke up, I was here."

"correct!"

Irene suddenly grabbed Wang Bufu's wrist guard, and the unique strength of the blacksmith's wife left deep fingerprints on Wang Bufu's arm guard.

"Before Lincoln knocked me unconscious, he said, 'Excellent cargo, how could I have missed you before?'"

goods?

Wang Bufu frowned and asked, "What did you see in your nightmare?"

Speaking of this, Irene's body subconsciously shuddered, and her lips trembled a little: "In my nightmare, I saw fangs growing out of the anvil, baby-sized iron spiders crawling out of the furnace, and I also saw the sun being burned in the furnace, revealing the bronze shell inside the sun.

And… and…”

Irene became more and more anxious as she spoke, and the strength of her fingers gradually increased.

"Don't be anxious." Wang Bufu stopped Irene. If he continued, he felt that his arm would be broken.

"You are safe now. You have plenty of time to think about it."

Wang Bufu nodded to the blind cat and ordered, "Notify the servants from the City Lord's Mansion to come down and take them all to the ward to take good care of them. If the ward is not enough, use my and my father's bedrooms."

Our room was large and certainly adequate.”

"Yes!"

Seeing the blind cat running out of the cave, Wei Yi timidly moved closer to Wang Bufu.

"what happened?"

"Brother, I'm a little scared." Wei Yi whispered, "I'm not afraid of fighting monsters, but their descriptions are scary. Brother, do you know what the nightmares they had are like?"

"I know." Wang Bufu's eyes flickered for a moment, and he said, "They dreamed of gods."

"Gods?!" "Yes, the giant snake in the mud should be the god of filth, and the weird goat is the mother of abundance. The anvil with fangs is the artifact of the god of forging. The bronze sun is the god of the rising sun.

What they saw in their nightmares were all illusions imitating gods.

The image of a deity carries weight. Without sufficient strength, simply looking directly at a deity can cause one's will to collapse.

Even if it's just the illusion of a god that's been weakened countless times, it can still bring them endless fear."

Wang Bufu looked at the vine cage, thoughtfully: "This should be the effect of these nightmare cages. I can probably guess what Hank wants these people to do."

"Huh?! What?"

"Sacrifice. Sacrifice their fear to the Mother of Plenty and the God of Filth."

“Brother God of Filth, you told me, God of Filth, that decay is rebirth, the unclean, I still remember it.

What is the Mother of Plenty?"

"The Mother of Fertility is also a true deity, and her name is the Incarnation of Plenty, the Lord of Horns and Fertility.

The books record that his true form is a pure white sheep-shaped giant beast over a hundred meters tall, with horns winding like wheat vines, and every hair is condensed from flowing golden wheat waves.

The eyes of the sheep's head seem to contain starry amber, and its belly is as transparent as crystal, through which you can see the surging grains, fruits and flowing rivers of mead.

When His hooves stepped on the earth, the soil instantly blossomed with flowers, and springs of milk and honey gushed out from the hoofprints.

There is only one Church of Our Lady of Plenty, the Church of the Pastoral Heart.

Its core teaching is that emotions are food.

Muxinjiao believes that the joys, sorrows, anger and happiness of all living things are the "nutrients" that keep the world running, and all living things can devour emotions to produce a good harvest.

Ecstasy is ripe berries, anger is burning wheat awns, sadness is bitter dew, every emotion has flavor and nutrition.

Their second teaching is that abundance comes in cycles.

Followers of the Pastoral Church need to "sow" the collected emotions on the earth, turning grief into humus to nourish the roots, joy into sunlight to ripen crops, and fear into mist to protect the fields.

Their church has only one path: pastors.

The Heart Shepherd can devour emotional fluctuations within a specific range and transform them into "Seeds of Abundance" of corresponding attributes.

The "seeds of joy" accelerate the maturity of crops, while the "seeds of anger" cause thorns to grow to protect the fields.

The more powerful the shepherd, the more powerful the seeds of abundance that can be produced.

They can also lead the crowd in dances, songs or rituals to stimulate certain emotions in the crowd, creating an emotional storm to irrigate the farmland.

A legendary shepherd can grow any food on the most barren stone, and the yield is very high.

He doesn't even need to be a legend. If a shepherd at the extraordinary stage is pushed to the limit, he can directly cook emotions into food.

It is easy for them to turn joy into roasted sweet potatoes and anger into chili powder.

It's like their job title: to herd emotions and feed on them."

(End of this chapter)