The red moon returns

Chapter 580 Reinforcements are coming
Mrs. Maggie lay on the ground motionless, only the knife stuck behind her waist was still oozing blood from under the handle, but the blood was flowing slower and slower.

Although he was not dead yet, he was only breathing his last breath and did not even have the strength to move a finger.

But even so, she still wanted to crawl towards the city center, her heart full of unwillingness, and she just wanted to take one more step.

It doesn’t matter if I die, but I want to create a better environment for Martha. I am her mother and I have the responsibility to help her provide for herself.

This is my responsibility. I can't wait for others to help me. I have the responsibility to do my best.

Yes, if I don’t try my best to protect little Martha, what obligation do others have to protect her for me?

I am also a member of this world. If I don’t even think about protecting this world, why should others protect us and protect this world?

Please, give me a little more strength. I want to protect Martha and the world I live in.

The miracle did not happen. Mrs. Maggie remained limp where she was, her life slipping away bit by bit.

But a miracle also happened. From Mrs. Maggie, a faint light beyond common sense continued to evaporate upwards and merged with the light ball in the air. After brewing and fermenting in the light ball, it turned into a gentle glow, which was sprinkled on the world again and was absorbed by everyone in Rhine City.

[Power: mind, ability, spiritual resonance]

No one saw this non-existent ball of light; it was the gathering of bits of spiritual light. But wherever the light passed, people seemed to hear a faint sound in their hearts.

The cry was so faint that most people were indifferent and continued with their crazy behavior, but there were always some sensitive and conscious people who vaguely heard Mrs. Maggie's roar from the bottom of her heart in the madness.

It is firm determination, fearless courage, and a strong sense of responsibility. It is invisible and intangible, but it resonates between hearts through the transmission of the light of the soul.

This made these few people suddenly stunned.

What are we doing? What are we afraid of?
Can fear prevent the plague?

Hadn't I already decided to sacrifice my life force for the Saint? Someone had died, and I didn't know if it was related to the prayer I had just prayed.

If something really happened, then everyone should be in trouble. How could it be possible that only they were in trouble? The pastor clearly said that it was not the case, so why don’t we believe it? Instead, we act like crazy and do such a thing without caring about the consequences.

This must be a conspiracy of the enemy. Someone must be trying to scare us off and stop us from offering sacrifices to His Excellency the Saint.
We are members of this world, and we should also do our part to ensure the safety of this world. What others do for us is their business. If we don’t work hard ourselves and just wait for others to help us, then what qualifications do we have to live in this world?

No, we can't just stand by and watch like this anymore, we have to help Ms. Nightingale win.

Some people took action and stood in front of the angry crowd questioning the pastor. Some shouted out their thoughts to the chaotic crowd around them, encouraging everyone to calm down. Some people knelt down and started praying again, regardless of what people around them said, trying to give their life force again.

However, only a very small number of people are going against the trend. Facing the chaotic crowd, they are simply not worth mentioning and can't even make a splash.

These people were quickly pushed aside, and some even fell to the side and were trampled on by many people. For a moment, these awakened people became victims, and many were trampled and covered in blood, screaming in pain.

Those who are awake are always in pain. When group emotions are aroused, it is impossible for a few awakened people to stop them. Unless you go with the flow, you will inevitably be swallowed up by the torrent of the group.

However... the glimmer of light reappeared.

The futile act did not produce any effect. Instead, their injuries further aroused the restlessness of the crowd. However, beyond people's cognition, just like Mrs. Maggie, a faint glow also emanated from these people. The glow floated upwards and merged into the light ball.

With the influx of these tiny lights, the invisible ball of light grew larger as if nourished, and even the light from the soul became more solid.

The light fell again, landing on everyone. This time, more and more people stopped after hearing the shouts of the awakened ones and seeing the tragedy caused by their own crazy behavior.

"They're right."

The resonance from the heart allows the pioneers' emotions to be transmitted quickly, and their courage and persistence are sent into everyone's heart through the transmission of the light of the soul.

Finally, some people were willing to stop and think, and the calls and shouts of the pioneers finally awakened the reason of more and more people.

They were right. If what the pastor said was wrong, everyone would have been in trouble long ago. How could it be possible that everyone was fine and only those few had problems?

This must be a conspiracy of that damn Shadow Alliance. They want to scare us off and stop us from helping His Excellency the Saint fight the plague.

Yes, this was their conspiracy, a conspiracy to stop us, and we almost fell for it.

This just proves that what we did was effective and we found their biggest weakness.

"They are afraid." More and more people shouted, "They are the ones who are afraid, not us. Take courage. As long as we unite, we can definitely help His Excellency the Saint to defeat the enemy and the plague."

"Yes, don't be fooled by those bad guys. We are the righteous ones. As long as we unite and use our vitality to support the Saint, victory will definitely belong to us."

"We have been spectators for too long, but we are not bystanders. For the sake of our own lives, we must also take responsibility."

"That's right, we have to do our own things ourselves. We can't just let others do it for us. We can do it!"

For a while, shouts broke out one after another in every corner of the city. The content may be different, but the essence is the same.

In another sense, the crowd was excited. Everyone's heart was filled with courage and hope, and there was no fear anymore.

At this moment, the seed of hope that was inadvertently ignited by Mrs. Maggie and slowly fermented through the resonance of the soul finally took root in everyone's heart, and under the nourishment of increasingly powerful courage, the flower of hope blossomed.

At this moment, courage made everyone put aside everything, let go of selfishness, and even put life and death behind their minds. Now everyone has only one belief in their hearts, to help Nightingale and smash the vicious conspiracy of the Shadow Alliance.

At this moment, it is no longer a question of whether everyone is willing to sacrifice a little vitality. Everyone even dares to sacrifice his or her life without any hesitation.

At this moment, the vortex in the city hall began to rotate at high speed again, spinning faster and faster until it turned into a whirlwind.

At this moment, in the basement of the Dark Night Church, Ms. Nightingale, who was praying with her eyes closed, was suddenly stunned and opened her eyes abruptly.

She only felt a powerful life force rising from somewhere and crashing into her soul.

Reinforcements are coming.

(End of this chapter)