How did things turn out like this?

With his limbs dislocated, the male clan chief, leaning helplessly against the door frame of the clan house, gazed at the scene before him.

Some of the women of the Ji tribe defected on the spot and joined the women of the Jiang tribe.

The blood of the Mother Goddess flows in their veins; they are all women, and there is nothing complicated about it.

But they still wanted to offer their sincerity.

So they picked up knives and pointed the blades at their former kinsmen.

Men weren't so lucky.

The first to die was an old man who loved watching the excitement. He was too close to the center and was slapped by the silent bear. His head exploded like a melon under its paw, and red and white blood flowed all over the ground.

His eyeballs rolled to the male clan chief's feet.

He trembled with fear and tried to move himself away.

But that eye was staring straight at him.

"No..." the male clan chief said, his voice trembling.

His faint voice was drowned out by the cheers and shouts of the women who had seen blood.

Only Ai Cao, who was standing beside him, heard this, but she no longer needed to maintain a gentle facade, nor did she need to care about the male clan leader's thoughts.

The women raised their knives.

They rushed into the men and women.

Unruly Ji women are hidden troublemakers and need to be eliminated; men who have been taught to be tough and clumsy are useless and will only waste food if they live, so it's better to kill them directly.

The women raised blood-stained knives.

Blood was splattered on their cheeks, but they were all laughing happily.

As they hacked at people, they laughed and shouted that they had killed several.

The woman who had killed fewer people cried out in regret, angrily saying that she was going to go around and see if anyone had escaped.

Artemisia does not kill people.

She simply stood calmly at the entrance of the clan house, beside the limp male clan chief who was trying to escape.

"Why did you say 'no'?" Ai Cao said. She didn't give the male chieftain time to answer and continued, "It was clearly your fault."

"...What did I cause?"

Ai Cao smiled. She bent down and grabbed the male chieftain's hair, saying, "A man who becomes chieftain will be punished by the Mother Goddess."

The male clan chief shook his head vigorously. He seemed to be putting all his strength into this, not caring at all even if a patch of hair fell out.

He said in a hoarse voice, "No. I was not punished by the Mother Goddess."

“The Mother Goddess doesn’t exist at all!” he shouted.

He had gone mad from the shock of the bloodshed, no longer caring what he was saying, shouting to himself, "The Mother Goddess is a fake! She has never spoken to me! The Mother Goddess does not exist! You started this war! Not me!"

The women on the battlefield, or rather, on the one-sided killing field, all turned their heads away.

They stared at the man who had blasphemed their faith like a viper eyeing its prey.

Artemisia said, "Of course the Mother Goddess exists."

She poked at the ball of light in her mind.

The ball of light also heard what the male clan chief had just said. It had initially thought that a dying man's words would be kind, but it couldn't tolerate his outrageous remarks at all.

Without Ai Cao saying anything, a ball of light floated out from between her eyebrows.

Its sudden appearance stunned the women on the battlefield. Then it stretched out its body, transforming into a towering woman with a human torso and a snake's tail.

She—Nuwa—swished her snake tail, and the snake's pupils rose in the woman's eyes.

Nuwa reached out to the mugwort. She gently bent down and embraced the mugwort. Then she transformed into specks of light and flew back into the mugwort's body.

This strange phenomenon lasted only a few seconds.

But the women remembered this scene vividly with their own eyes.

The woman stammered, "It's a miracle."

She recovered from the shock and exclaimed, "This is a miracle!"

This is a miracle.

This is the will of the Mother Goddess.

The women who were still resisting also laid down their weapons. Although they believed in different gods, their faith in the Mother Goddess was the same.

The women laid down their weapons and joined the Jiang tribe's ranks. Behind them, the men, now unprotected, huddled together in fear.

The women who had laid down their weapons picked them up again. Only this time, their knives were stained with the blood of their own men.

The ball of light hummed in Ai Cao's mind: "You can say anything about me, but you can't say that I don't have a Mother Goddess."

"I think I said something similar back then," Ai Cao recalled.

“But you just don’t believe in the existence of the Mother Goddess,” the ball of light said. “And you’ve seen me with your own eyes—you just don’t know that I am the Mother Goddess. If you asked a different question, whether Nuwa exists, you would definitely believe it.”

“That will do,” the ball of light said. “As long as you believe, I will exist.”

Ai Cao thought for a moment and said, "It feels a bit idealistic."

The ball of light laughed loudly and said, "I'm already a mother goddess! Have you ever seen another woman with a human body and a snake's tail!" It continued to give examples, "Chi You also had bull horns on his head, have you ever seen another woman with bull horns on her head?"

Artemisia honestly replied, "No."

Thus, the discussion on the existence of God and on idealism will temporarily come to an end.

The one-sided massacre on the battlefield is also coming to an end.

The Ji women who surrendered are still alive, but the men, whether they surrendered or not, are all dead.

Most of the corpses on the battlefield were men, with only one or two occasionally found as women who had put up a last-ditch resistance.

Since the mugwort did not speak, the women silently gathered around her.

They looked at the silent male clan chief. The Ji clan was now extinct, and they had no reason to respect the Ji clan chief.

Ai Cao gripped the knife tightly in her hand.

She said, "The chieftain of the Ji tribe disrespected the mother goddess and slaughtered his own people."

She raised the knife high and shouted, "Should I kill him or not!"

The women responded enthusiastically: "Kill!"

So Ai Cao calmly grabbed the male chieftain's hair again and lifted him up slightly. Her chieftain's knife slashed across his neck—blood spurted out.

The male clan chief was like a writhing maggot in her hands. His body convulsed uncontrollably until the blood flow to his neck slowed down slightly.

Artemisia added another cut. This cut was even deeper, separating half of the male chieftain's head from his neck.

Blood spurted out again.

Blood fell on the kicked-down door, on the wide-open pupil of the eye, and on the cold body of the little boy.

She cut off the head of the male clan chief.

His eyes were open, but his mouth was closed forever.

"The Jiang Clan will take over this place," said Ai Cao. She raised the human head in her hand high. "Clean up the battlefield—tonight we will light a bonfire and hold a feast to welcome our new sisters!"

The women cheered loudly and enthusiastically.

Ai Cao tossed the male chieftain's head beside his corpse. The head rolled a little further, but still obediently came to rest in his own arms.

Artemisia entered the women's frenzy of cleaning up the battlefield.