Suicide?!
Kyle felt a chill run down his spine as fear gradually gripped his heart.
So that was it. No wonder [Loving Mother] had kept growing stronger even though they had not killed the Mother Goddess's followers—after realizing they could not simply throw their lives away, those followers had chosen suicide.
But... but why?
Grandma had said that [Loving Mother] only accepted the willing sacrifice of Her followers, and that even the slightest coercion would cause the ritual to fail. They had all done so willingly? So many of them? Were they truly willing to die just to bring destruction upon this world?
The thought sent a shiver through Kyle.
Boom!
A massive limb crashed down, sending shattered stone and wooden planks flying in all directions.
That Flesh Mountain had caught up again. Kyle had no time to think and could only hurriedly lead the Faithguard Army away.
[Loving Mother] had swung wide and failed to strike the little bugs on the ground, but She had not come away empty-handed. Raising Her hand, the limbs protruding from Her flesh seized corpse after corpse.
The corpses of the Mother Goddess's followers.
The hideous and revolting [Loving Mother] suddenly moved with startling gentleness, carefully picking out the bodies one by one and placing them into Her mouth to swallow. When She raised Her head again, the gaze She turned in their direction had become even more furious.
Devouring a few corpses did not make Her body noticeably larger, but Her feeding never ceased. The corpses of Mother Goddess followers seemed endless; there were always more followers coming to die.
With that gradual accumulation, Her growth became impossible to ignore. Her attacks grew harder and harder to evade, and Her enormous body caused terrifying destruction with even the slightest movement.
The more the