Blood Port was not small, but compared to the size of [Loving Mother], it was hardly large at all.
He pursued the Banshees all the way and soon reached the docks.
The Banshees split into two groups. Several of them kept [Loving Mother] occupied, while a few others leaped onto a nearby ship—Castel's steamer.
Before long, they returned carrying several large crates. Inside were not only bullets, but bundles of explosives as well.
"Ash, this time there definitely won't be a problem. We've got more than enough bullets!"
The Banshee carrying the ammunition crate shouted as she raced along.
But Ash did not reply. She simply kept firing, and beneath her silence seemed to lurk a certain unease.
"Lady Ash?"
The Banshees' battle had not been particularly difficult. They were far too agile; with a casual dodge, [Loving Mother]'s house-smashing attacks would strike empty space.
No matter how powerful an attack was, what was the point if it could not hit?
As a result, the Banshees were even beginning to fight somewhat... casually.
Yet Ash's expression beneath her helmet grew increasingly grim.
After hesitating for a moment, she asked through the Mind Link, "Don't you feel... that something is wrong?"
"What is it?"
"Is there a problem somewhere?"
"[Loving Mother] doesn't seem to... be getting weaker."
"Come on, isn't that normal? He's been devouring believers the whole time. We've stopped his growth for now, and we still have this much ammunition left. Can those Mother Goddess believers really burn through our ammo with their lives?"
The Banshees nodded one after another. It was what they had all been thinking.
After coming ashore, they had followed the gunfire for quite a while before finding [Loving Mother]. They had seen the horrific scenes along the way. There really were many Mother Goddess