The five cavalrymen fled in a frenzy.
These devils had actually run away like this when faced with a piece of seafood! They would never know that they had once had a great chance to let this world continue operating in its cruel, utterly frigid way.
Everything depended on material power. No miracles would appear; if there were miracles, they only existed because people did not understand.
Fairness, justice, and righteousness could likewise only be obtained through material power.
No matter how kind, innocent, or wronged you were, if someone killed you with a single slash, there was nothing more you could do. You were completely gone. Snow falling in June, drought lasting three years—none of that existed.
Only those still alive, your relatives, could still do a thing or two for you.
Yes, the youth was now an oversized piece of seafood.
He possessed no Extraordinary Power for attacking others. Aside from slight mental contamination and the intimidation of his appearance, he had little real power.
Newly born, he was like Wilbur, the elder brother from the Dunwich Incident—something a single dog could kill.
Yog-Sothoth had used some unknown method to make a human woman give birth to a pair of twins belonging to Him. The elder brother had more human blood and was named Wilbur Watley.
It was the shame of the Evil God's offspring, and there were several others like it.
Yet those five brave, strong men, capable of killing dozens of dogs, had been scared away simply because they were born human.
The five cavalrymen galloped all the way out of Liu Family Village.
They had actually left that newborn abomination alone in that breeding ground filled with corpses, blood, savagery, and terror.
That abomination had been born from fear, resentment, and numbness piling up to