The red moon returns

Chapter 579: Prepare for a Rainy Day

Chapter 579: Prepare for a Rainy Day (Two Chapters in One)

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Mrs. Maggie collapsed to the ground, feeling as if all the strength in her body had been drained away in an instant.

A small knife was inserted from the side of the waist, all the way to the handle.

It wasn't very painful. Mrs. Maggie just felt a stinging pain, the wound felt cool, and then her whole body felt a little cold.

Waves of pain came from my stomach, as if something was stirring inside.

The murderer had disappeared, and there was an angry crowd all around.

"Give us an explanation!"

"Are we going to die?"

People shouted slogans and surrounded the priest in the square.
The panic did not disperse the people, but instead made them gather in the streets.

No one knows whether these two people died because of the prayers just now, and no one knows whether they will become the third one.

Therefore, they did not even dare to flee. Instead, they gathered around the pastor and surrounded him, demanding an explanation. However, no one was willing to believe his explanation, which only made the noise louder and louder, making Charles Square more and more chaotic.

People were all worried about themselves, and no one noticed that their neighbor of many years was lying on the ground with a knife stuck in his body, watching a pair of big feet trample past him.

The knife was very small and was not noticeable when inserted into Mrs. Maggie's back. It felt cool and not very painful, as if it was just a small cut.

Maybe... the stab wasn't deep enough?
However, the pain in her body and an indescribable feeling of weakness gave Mrs. Maggie a very ominous premonition.

No, it stabbed deep, like something was pressing against my insides.

My injury must be very serious. Can it be cured? Am I going to die?

Mrs. Maggie was confused for a moment, and the fear of death rose in the landlady's heart, making her already weak legs tremble even more.

What will Martha do after I die? Mr. Lynch is so kind, he will definitely take care of her, but now it’s so chaotic and there’s a plague, can she really hold on?
When Mrs. Maggie thought about Martha's future, her heart immediately tightened, and her fear of death was instantly dispelled by her mother's love.

No, no.

I couldn't let this happen, and I had to do something for Martha.

Yes, Mr. Lynch.

The person wanted to stop me, it must be because this thing is very important.

Her slender hands tightly grasped the empty picture frame. Although she was lying on the ground, Mrs. Maggie's mind was extremely clear at this moment.

I'm going to find Mr. Lynch and make sure to give this thing to him.

Mrs. Maggie didn't know where Lynch was, but there was a simple logic in her simple mind.

Lynch is a big shot now.

There are a lot of big names at City Hall.

So Lynch is probably at City Hall, or at least someone there knows where he is, and I'm going to find him and give him this thing.

Only he can prevent it all from happening and protect my little Martha.

Thinking of little Martha, Mrs. Maggie Hudson found strength from nowhere, and despite the pain from her wound, she moved her body and reached for the dagger on her waist with her backhand.

It was deep and painful, but I didn’t dare pull it out.

The education from Officer Natalie Angell taught her that she must not pull out the dagger at this time, otherwise she would soon lose her strength and say goodbye to this world.

This can't be possible. Before that, I must send the message out, and I must die after sending the message.

Maternal love is the most powerful force in the world, especially Mrs. Maggie's maternal love that is so strong that it is almost paranoid. The sudden burst of power allowed her to get up, staggering and grab the people around her.

"Help!"

However, no one paid any attention to her.

Everyone was worried about their own safety. Everyone was questioning the pastor, asking him to explain clearly, but no one was willing to believe what he said, leaving the pastor speechless and unable to defend himself. He could only watch the situation become more and more chaotic.

The more this happens, the angrier and more panicked people become, and no one cares anymore that their neighbors, with whom they have lived for many years, are in danger, seriously injured and on the verge of death.

No, no one helps me.

Although there were people all around her, there was no one to help her, so Mrs. Maggie felt so helpless, so hopeless.

Her body was getting weaker and weaker, and her wounds were causing her excruciating pain from the inside out. Mrs. Maggie wanted nothing more than to continue to lie limp on the ground, wanting to lose consciousness. However, when she thought of her beloved little Martha, her fragile body was suddenly filled with strength, as if even the wounds didn't hurt so much anymore.

No one helps me, I have to go by myself!
The landlady, with a dagger still stuck in her waist, got the courage from nowhere and took the first step.

It would have been fine if she didn't move, but if she moved a little, the wounds on her internal organs and skin would expand simultaneously, her muscles would be torn, and the pain would instantly overwhelm her consciousness.

it hurts.

Mrs. Maggie's muscles twitched in pain and she was about to cry. She just wanted to give up.

But no, I have to protect the space where I live, I have to protect Martha, and the people I love.

No matter what world events are, whether to participate or not, I will protect the people I love and I will fight for myself.

I have to do what I should do.

Wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, Mrs. Maggie let out a suppressed, crazy roar. Even though the muscles on her face were twitching in pain, she still took the second step.

It hurts, it hurts, it will be fine once it's numb, I'm going to give the things to Lynch, I'm going to protect little Martha. Step three, step four, the pain is getting more and more intense, the clothes are gradually getting warm and wet, but a woman is far more terrible than a man when she gets angry, even if her teeth have bitten her lips and her nails have embedded in her palms, she still clenched the empty picture frame in her hand, dragging her bloody footprints step by step out of the noisy Charles Square, walking towards the city center.

I'm going to... I'm going to go find Mr. Lynch.

The city has fallen into chaos.

The problem did not seem to be limited to Charles Square, but had spread throughout the city. Noise and clamor came from many directions, and in many places, there were angry crowds accusing the priest.

Panic is the most contagious thing, and soon the area of ​​panic and anger grew larger and larger, spreading from the city center to the entire city.

The streets were filled with swaying crowds, panicked people running around, screams and cries coming one after another, and for a moment, it seemed as if doomsday had come in the city.

Mr. Lynch, Mr. Lynch.

Normally it would take dozens of minutes to walk this distance, but now it seemed particularly long. As Mrs. Maggie moved slowly, her vision became blurry and everything seemed to be shaking. The only thing to be thankful for was that the pain from the wound had become numb.

No, I have to persevere, I must persevere.

This has become the only obsession supporting Mrs. Maggie, making her move her legs mechanically and numbly like a puppet, but she never falls down. It seems that a strong will can really turn the impossible into possible.

Unfortunately, it only seems so. The reality of the world is always so cruel.

Following the sound of footsteps, it seemed as if someone was running past in a panic, his shoulder brushed against her arm, and then he ran past without even looking.

The contact that was usually not worth mentioning was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Mrs. Maggie swayed a few times on the spot and could no longer maintain her balance. She fell to the ground powerlessly, twitching her body and unable to get up. Only the blood flowing on the ground was still shocking.

No, I can't fall down yet, I won't give up.

Mrs. Maggie, who had fallen to the ground, had no strength to get up. Her arms shook several times but immediately went limp again.

It hurts so much and I’m so tired. I can’t stand up anymore. I’d better give up.

Exhausted both physically and mentally, dying.

The loss of blood had completely drained the landlady's strength, and even moving a finger was difficult for her.

The blood that kept oozing out bit by bit had drained all her strength, and it was extremely difficult for her to even move a finger.

Is this the end? Have I finally failed to make it?

No, I can't fall down. What will happen to Martha if I fall down?
For Martha, I would sacrifice everything, even if I had to crawl to get to Mr. Lynch.

This is not a metaphor, this is real crawling.

Somehow, her frail body had such a strong willpower. Unable to stand up, the landlady stretched out her hands to dig at the ground and crawled forward bit by bit. There were panicked people running around, and people running by stepped on her fingers from time to time, but Mrs. Maggie still gritted her teeth, endured the multiple severe pains from top to bottom, inside and outside, and moved slowly with her hands.

Her bright golden hair was covered in mud, her clean clothes were stained with blood, and her slender fingertips were covered in bloody nails. But she had only one belief in her heart: I must meet Mr. Lynch, and for Martha, I must protect this world.

Her movements became softer and softer, closer and closer to stagnation, but it was only almost. Mrs. Maggie never stopped moving. For her daughter, she had already done everything she could.

However, just as the landlady's movements became increasingly difficult, an unobservable strange glimmer of light was pouring out of her body, as if driven by something, shooting towards the sky.

This was not an isolated case, similar strange lights rushed up to the sky from many different corners of the city. No one knew where these unobservable lights came from, but they rose from the ground, gathered into one in mid-air, and then turned into billions of rays of light, sprinkling towards everyone in the world.

And just below where the light converged, a group of people were gathering in the huge ballroom on the top floor of the Medea Hotel.

Eight young ladies were arranged in a circle, all dressed in their best clothes. They played the violins on their shoulders, and the melodious sound made the ballroom look like a large-scale music performance.

But not.

Because the ground where the eight ladies were standing was engraved with a huge circle with a radius of five meters. There were countless symbols that looked like musical notes spread out between the patterns on the circle. It looked like a secret magic circle, but it was quite special.

The secret magic circle was full of lines and grooves, with a dark red liquid flowing inside. What was even more special was that the liquid did not emit a bloody smell, but instead a scent of alcohol.

It's not blood, it's wine, the fine red wine from the 1376 Caribe Winery, the royalty among wines.

Indulge in music and wine, and replace a lifetime of pain with a moment of happiness. This is the creed of a happy girl.

Her followers are also free-spirited and casual by nature. Let alone music and wine, it would not be surprising if they performed other things on the spot.

Pope Selina of the Joyful Church did not perform anything. She gently twisted the wine glass with her fingers, and the attendant beside her immediately filled the glass for her. Pope Selina took a sip, pouted her lips, and casually poured out a glass of priceless wine. The wine seemed to be pulled by some force and quickly merged into the wine flowing in the veins on the ground.

huh~~
As the wine was poured in, the wine flowing in the ravines of the secret magic circle became smoother, and the invisible ball of light gathered in the sky suddenly radiated unobservable light outward like the sun, shining on the Rhine City below.

"That young man is right." The Archbishop of the Earth Goddess looked up at the ceiling, as if he could see through the entity and look directly at the light ball outside. There were eight representatives of foreign churches gathered in this dance floor, and they had obviously been waiting here for a while, waiting until now. "The other party really has a countermeasure."

"It is said that he has communicated with the Shadow Alliance many times and has a deep understanding of their methods." The Pope said with a smile, "But I really didn't expect that he would ask me to help him."

"Hmph, Selina, this guy's behavior shows that he is on guard against us. He has no trust in us at all." The Archbishop of Forest Goddess Flanda said angrily, "'The enemy is too vicious and may have a backup plan. If someone really tries to incite the people to disrupt the ceremony, no matter what method they use, people will panic and despair, but there will definitely be people in the crowd who show courage and determination. I heard that your church is best at mobilizing emotions. Please ask the Pope to lend a hand and create the atmosphere as much as possible to amplify the courage and determination shown and let them infect everyone. The power of example is infinite. Once the people are infected, they will inevitably burst out with unexpected brilliance. Hmph, your guess is quite accurate, but you don't even show your face. Do you really want to cooperate with him just because of his letter?"

"Shouldn't he be on guard against us?" The Pope said calmly, "Besides, his theory is very interesting. I also want to try it out to see if it really works. Besides, helping him is also helping us. Didn't you also help when we were setting up the plan just now?"

"That's helping you." Archbishop Franda turned his head away, but his mind was always focused on the ball of light above his head. While radiating faint light outwards, the ball of light was also constantly absorbing the faint light gathered from all over the city.

"However, although his plan is good, it may not be without flaws." The Wind God's servant's ears twitched and he smiled strangely, "I hope he won't regret it."

"What happened?" Everyone's eyes turned to him.

"It's nothing. It's just that the first person who truly showed courage and determination in the face of disaster, and whose guidance made the snowball grow bigger and bigger, can no longer hold on. I really want to help her, but unfortunately it's too late for us to do anything now. I hope he won't regret it for the rest of his life when he finds out in the future."

hiss……

The calm yet cruel words sent a chill down the spine of the archbishops, and they seemed to see the lost and painful look of the young man before their eyes.

Is it too late to do anything?
(End of this chapter)

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