Chapter 330 You turned him into a monster.
Speaking seemed to have aroused its wound, and the flesh and blood on the monster's body also collapsed. Zoe took a step back in fear, but suddenly frowned: "She?"
This word refers specifically to women in the Tis language, but the person in front of them was obviously a man.
Zoe said hesitantly: "Who is she? Is she your relative? Is she here too?"
"No." A voice came from behind Zoe. "It's the head."
A hooded woman came forward, squatted down and half-knelt on the ground, blood staining her linen dress red.
"That's Tommy's mother. He came to me three days ago and asked me to attach her head to his body. That's the last relative he has."
The woman held the boy's hand and gently closed his eyes: "Go to sleep, child, go to the arms of the Mother Goddess, where there will be no more hunger and pain."
The woman's movements were gentle and her tone was kind. After the monster closed its eyes, she slowly stood up.
As she began to speak, the mother-in-law began to pull the people of Castel back slowly. The harbor guards also noticed something was wrong, and the soldiers gradually gathered together, but the woman seemed unaware and just prayed for the monster in a low voice.
When the woman turned around, there were already countless guns pointed at her.
Zoe's eyes turned red, and she asked through gritted teeth, "Why?"
She originally had some sympathy for the cultists, thinking that they were just poor people who couldn't survive, but then she saw this scene.
Zoe asked painfully: "Why did you make him look like this? What on earth do you want to do?"
The woman's eyes fell on Zoe, then slowly swept over the Skitarii and Harbor Guards holding guns.
"Because they are starving to death, and this... one serving of food can keep them all alive."
Zoe was stunned.
The people of Castel were also stunned.
They looked at Tommy lying on the ground, their eyes full of shock. They had thought of all kinds of possibilities. They had long witnessed the madness and weirdness of the cultists. If the woman said she wanted to summon an evil god or hold some extraordinary rituals, they would not be surprised at all.
But she was actually saving them? Were these cultists really saving people? No, how could they be saving people? Tommy's body was covered with swollen and disgusting pustules, and the heads of his relatives were attached to his body. No matter how you looked at him, he looked more like a monster than a human.
“Is it scary?”
The woman spoke softly, she took off her hood, revealing a thin face, weed-like hair, and sunken eye sockets.
"In order to survive, you have to become as ugly and disgusting as a monster. In order to eat less and save a little bit of food, you have to throw away your body."
"But he doesn't care. He just wants to survive. He just wants his loved ones not to die. He doesn't care how others view him or how they hate him."
“But he died anyway.”
"We only need a little bit of food to survive, but we can't even find that."
People gradually emerged from behind the woman. Skinny, short, hunched figures gradually walked out of the shadows and filled the entire room.
They were ugly and dirty, and many of them were wearing clothes that couldn't even cover their bodies. They looked like a group of monsters who ate raw meat and drank blood.
The harbor guards pointed their muskets at them, but they did not retreat. These people didn't even have weapons in their hands, but they stubbornly used their flesh and blood to block the woman.
"Where is the food?"
The woman's voice was very soft, as if she was whispering to herself, but it could be heard clearly in the quiet warehouse.
"We just went to Upper Town and looked around, and we pulled out more food than we've found in three months, not even counting the food that's starting to rot."
"Yes, the food in the upper city has begun to rot, Your Highness."
The prince snorted coldly, his face indifferent, and just listened to her quietly.
"We are the Church of the Mother Goddess of Life. Ending life is not in line with our doctrine. If there weren't so many people starving to death, we wouldn't be allowed here."
"If you had distributed the rotten food, we wouldn't have gathered here. At most, there would just be more monsters in your mouths."
"These people would rather become monsters, as long as they can survive, they don't care about anything else."
“But I can’t even do that.”
The woman's voice suddenly became louder, and the anger in the eyes of the Mother Goddess's believers grew more and more intense.
“The Mother Goddess of Life will save all lives, no matter if they are ugly, beautiful, noble or humble, all are equal in Her eyes.”
“Why can’t equal people afford to eat equally?”
"Why did the food in your warehouses rot, and Tommy turned into a monster just for a bite of food?"
The woman's gaze was as sharp as a knife, staring at the muzzle of the gun in front of her.
"He just wanted to survive, but you turned him into a monster, a monster."
"You are the monsters!"
The Mother Goddess's followers all took a step forward, their chests almost touching the muzzles of the port guards' guns.
The soldiers of the Harbor Guard showed a hint of panic in their eyes.
They had guns in their hands, but the opponents were only flesh and blood. But the key point was that there were too many believers of the Mother Goddess. They used their flesh and blood to form a high wall to block the woman.
The harbor guards' muskets had never met an opponent. Even three layers of heavy armor could not stop the bullets, but these believers of the Mother Goddess blocked the muzzles of the guns with their flesh and blood.
One bullet can take the lives of these believers, but how many bullets do they have? How many of these fearless people do they have?
Sweat broke out on the soldiers' foreheads.
At this moment, the prince suddenly spoke.
"Are you telling the truth?"
The woman looked at the prince and replied without hesitation, "Of course."
"You said you wanted to save lives, so now that you have obtained the food, you should retreat. Fighting now will only cause unnecessary deaths, which is inconsistent with your teachings."
After saying this, the prince waved his hand.
Bang! A gunshot rang out, and a few strands of the woman's hair fell off her ears. The bullet left a bloody mark on her cheek.
There was a commotion among the soldiers, but it was quickly suppressed.
Galahad stood in the back holding a bolt-action rifle - the one that Hughes had given the prince, with a magazine of bullets.
Erwin raised his eyebrows. The bolt-action rifle had a very high accuracy, but there were only a few bullets in total. To think that they could be put to good use, Galahad must have relied on his extraordinary physical fitness to complete the training and use of it.
"If I kill you, and you, a group of believers, are without a leader, can you defeat my harbor guards? How many people will die? How many priests do you have, and how many guns do I have?" The prince said indifferently, "Now that you have obtained the food, you should retreat. There are many evil cults in Blood Harbor. If chaos breaks out, there will be no hope."
The woman stared at the prince, her eyes fell on the bolt-action rifle in Galahad's hand, and then looked at the Crusader Army on Castel's side.
The Skitarii also held bolt-action rifles.
Her eyes flashed, she raised her hand and waved, and the Mother Goddess's followers slowly retreated.
"My name is Mira, I'm the chief priest of the Church of the Mother Goddess of Life. Prince, we will meet again soon."
(End of this chapter)
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