Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 513 Gwen's Prayer

"Yes, Little Gwen has always been very opinionated, she's super reliable!"

"Yeah, she always had a blank expression, so cool. When can I be like her?"

"Just stop being so talkative."

"It's all up to you, little Gwen!"

The tall girl reached out and tossed her long hair, the white, waterfall-like strands resembling flowing water in a glacier.

She pointed in a direction: "Over there."

Gwen and her friends fell silent for a moment. After a while, several transparent figures floated out of the fortifications and peered curiously in the direction she was pointing.

There's nothing there.

"Little Gwen, why are you over there? How did you know!"

"Could it be just a guess?"

Even Gwen gave him a suspicious look.

The girl didn't answer. She looked straight at Gwen, her white eyes meeting her white eyes: "Gwen, you're looking for that thread."

Gwen paused, then slowly closed her eyes. When she opened them again, all her noisy friends were gone, replaced by strands of silk.

"This one is Zoe's, these two are the two older brothers', and this one, um, this one is Lord Hughes', this one..."

Gwen stared blankly at the silk thread in her hand, a warm and familiar feeling washing over her. She looked in the direction of the thread, and the other end seemed to be not far away.

"Is this... another Gwen?"

No one answered her; she had no friends by her side and was all alone.

Gwen hesitated for a moment, feeling a little uncomfortable, then stood up and looked in that direction again with a much firmer gaze.

"Let's go check out the other Gwen first. Does she really exist?"

Gwen gripped her longsword, mechanically slashing and parrying.

This time, she didn't even have time to feel tired or think.

This was the longest battle she had ever fought.

Everyone in the resistance, regardless of age or gender, took up weapons. Even Grisha, wobbling on his wooden prosthetic leg, picked up a small bow and arrow.

Go to the battlefield, face the enemy, and smash whatever you have in your hand into their brains.

Once the two sides clashed, it was an extremely intense and deadly battle.

Without any tactics or tiered attacks to dampen the enemy's morale, the resistance fighters, chanting the name of the White Raven, clashed violently with the red-eyed Dragon Fang army.

Both sides fought to the death, with the Dragon Fang Duke's army advancing without a word, leaving the resistance forces with no way to retreat.

The heavy machine guns roared, and one after another, men in officer uniforms fell, but the enemy seemed to have gone mad, continuing to charge forward and fight without a care.

The young resistance fighter thrust his spear into the enemy's body, but before he could pull it out, he was struck in the neck by an arrow. He roared, threw down his spear, and pounced on another enemy, only to be trampled into the mud by the soldiers who surged forward.

Gwen kept charging through the battlefield, oblivious to everything else. Isaac's heavy machine gun fire continued, but it was much less frequent than before.

Whether she could win, what lay ahead, and how many enemies she needed to defeat—she had no time to think about these things.

A loud roar often accompanied by sharp curses rang out; that was Grandma's Dragon Breath Cannon. She seemed to be fighting against the superhumans as well. Every time the Dragon Breath Cannon fired, the sky would light up for a moment, like the blazing sun suddenly rising in the darkness.

But it was clearly daytime. Gwen didn't know how long she had been fighting; she only felt her whole body gradually going numb. The number of resistance fighters around her was dwindling, while the enemy seemed endless, like a tidal wave.

The sound of the heavy machine gun stopped.

Gwen's numb eyes cleared for a moment; she instinctively felt something was wrong. With the suppression of heavy machine guns, the resistance was barely maintaining its line; what would happen if this support disappeared?
As expected, the resistance's lines became shaky almost instantly, visibly on the verge of collapse.

"Hold on! Hold on!" Gwen shouted. She wanted to say that reinforcements would be here soon, but looking at the despair in the eyes of the people around her, she couldn't bring herself to say it.

Will reinforcements really arrive?
She instinctively wanted to pray, but to whom could she pray? They were the children of the White Ravens, but the White Ravens had been wiped out in the White Catastrophe. They were believers of the Silent Church, but the Silent Church had abandoned them.

In their despair, they looked around but could find no one to rely on, so they stood up and resisted on their own.

Whom can she pray to now?

Despair slowly gripped the young heart.

A tidal wave of enemies surged in, but Gwen's hand holding the sword felt incredibly heavy. If this were a story from the Holy Scriptures, someone should have appeared to save them by now, but that was just a fantasy.

Who will come to save them?

The Bone Ravens have been abandoned and forgotten by everyone, and the Silent Sanctuary is also a sanctuary of oblivion. They are about to face their destined end.

Gwen slowly loosened her grip.

If there truly are gods, please save us.

The enemy soldiers who rushed forward raised their swords high.

boom!
The soldier was blasted away, and Gwen opened her eyes in surprise.

Do gods really exist?
But what Gwen saw before her was neither the god of her imagination nor reinforcements she had never seen before.

It was a very disheveled figure, neither holy nor powerful. Her heavy armor was now tattered, with only broken pieces hanging on her body.

But she still dragged her broken body here and smashed the flail in her hand into the enemy's head.

"Lady Nora"

Gwen opened her eyes wide and looked at Nora in front of her.

In Gwen's memory, Nora was always reliable and strong. She wore sturdy ice armor, held a heavy tower shield, and was like an iron wall.

With her by my side, I wouldn't feel afraid even if everyone abandoned me.

Gwen also dreamed of joining the Silent Sanctuary, donning the heavy armor of the ice plains, and becoming a pillar of support for the people of the North.

Once you put on that armor, you won't be afraid or weak anymore.

Even after Nora was beheaded, her headless body protected the resistance fighters, and whenever the resistance fighters needed her, she would step onto the battlefield carrying her flail.

Now, in the midst of the resistance's despair, when even Gwen begins to pray, the response they receive is not from the gods, but from Nora.

Only Nora raised her flail and stood in front of Gwen.

Nora's body was covered with old and new wounds, the curled flesh at the wounds had turned white, and her skin was pale beyond recognition; she had bled to death.

She no longer held the tower shield, nor wore the armor, yet she still stood before Gwen, flail in hand, facing the surging tide of enemies.

Gwen's throat gurgled, as if it were blocked by blood or filled with rage.

(End of this chapter)