Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

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"The atmosphere in the village has become strange." Peeta took a sip of the pearl milk tea given by the cat at the front desk of Wushanju. "I don't know when the people in the village took sides, and they are clearly divided into two factions."

This village is not big, and most of the families are related to each other - of course, being related does not mean that they get along very well, because there are many enemies who hate each other from grandfather to grandson for trivial matters, and they will spit at each other when they meet.

It's just that everyone lives in a small village, and they see each other every day. Even if there are feuds, they are just sarcastic or turn a blind eye, and rarely fight with real swords and guns.

But as the business of bakeries and mills becomes increasingly deserted, the smell of gunpowder in the village becomes increasingly strong.

Bishop Sykes, who used to stay in the church, became active for the first time, and would visit the village and the mine every three or five days. However, Peeta had carefully hidden his precious machine in the cellar of Parmison's house.

Even Bishop Sykes did not dare to easily confront Parmison, whose fist was bigger than his head.

Those in the village who had learned cooking from the cat at the front desk of Wushanju and those vassal forces of the Church of Light headed by Father Sykes became two distinct and mutually hostile factions.

The former claimed to be believers of the God of Pastry. They regarded Father Sykes and others who controlled the source of food and forced the people to starve and eat those disgusting black bread as their enemies. They began to gradually expand their power, win over allies, and pass on the recipes and cooking skills they learned to more people - not only people in the village, but also people in nearby villages and towns.

Although their village is remote, many villagers have various connections with the outside world - married daughters, sons working outside, uncles and aunts living in the next town... Who doesn't have a few relatives and friends who can talk?

Compared with them, Father Sykes's group does not have many people, but the reason why this group of people can be arrogant and show off for so many years is all due to Father Sykes's status as a superhuman and the power of the Church of Light behind them... Of course, the most important thing is the holy water and food resources tightly controlled by the Church of Light.

As long as this constraint remains, even if the people get the pastry recipes that can be easily made without a kiln from the God of Pastry, they cannot get the basic ingredients for making pastries.

What broke this deadlock was a group of adventurers who came out of nowhere. Some of them are human-shaped superhumans, and some are furry orcs. They claim to be subordinates of the "God of Pastry" and are a group of enthusiastic adventurers.

They always appear abruptly, sell people a lot of purified vegetables, meat, rice and seasonings in exchange for goods, and then disappear again without anyone noticing. No one knows where they come from and where they go. They only know that these messengers of God always appear when people need them most.

With the food resources sent by these furry messengers, the new believers of the God of Pastry also had the confidence to resist the church. [. 3. ],

The most radical group of new believers believed that all the suffering they had suffered before was caused by the Church of Light, and only the new gods would give them the happiness of being full; while the more moderate group did not think that the Church of Light, which they had believed in since childhood, had any problems. They only thought that the priest and his relatives were the culprits who misread the scriptures and caused their suffering.

Regardless of whether they were radical or moderate, they all pointed their spearheads at Father Sykes and others.

Father Sykes naturally also noticed the unusual atmosphere in the village. He contacted his mentor, Bishop Pero in a large town not far from here, and invited several extraordinary thugs to protect himself and his family day and night.

The two sides of the stalemate were full of gunpowder, as if the war was about to break out.

The strong and muscular miners became the objects of competition for both sides.

After eating the delicious meals made by Pita for a few days, the miners had a good impression of the God of Pastries, and naturally they were very close to the believers of the "God of Pastries"; while the village chief and his son Tunas were complete fence-sitters, not offending either side, and getting close to whoever gave them greater benefits... The mines and ore exchanges that the village chief's family helped to run were all owned by the Church of Light, so they naturally could not openly resist the church.

But then again... maybe without Father Sykes's family stirring up trouble, this village would be better off.

The filters that people have been influenced by for a long time by doctrines gradually faded, and the contrast between good and bad reality was so clear. Once they knew that "it turned out that the gods could be so good to believers", "it turned out that eating could be a happy thing", "it turned out that they had the right to enjoy happiness without suffering", they would never believe the lies of those liars again.

As a result, the people gradually realized that they had been living a miserable life under the deception of the priests and the church for a long time. Their anger grew day by day, just like a balloon whose skin was stretched to the limit. At first, it could barely maintain its surface calm, but as long as it was hit by the slightest external force, it would explode instantly.

No one could tell where the first "explosion" came from, who caused it, or why. Peeta only knew that overnight, the people in the village started fighting.

When the blood was boiling, the relatives and friends from eight generations ago were thrown out of their minds, and the gap in strength between ordinary people, professionals and extraordinary bodyguards no longer made people hesitate... Those were things that rational people needed to consider, but now, people driven by anger and blood had no rationality in their minds.

The situation started with a fight between several villagers with teeth biting, nails scratching, and hair pulling, and it continued to expand and escalate. Aunt Dulita, who became the target of public criticism because of the black bread, called her extraordinary bodyguard with a swollen face and disheveled hair. Then one or two ordinary people fell, which aroused a more fierce and fierce fire of revenge.

The miners who returned home after clocking in from the mine suddenly heard the news that their women and children were hurt or their relatives were gone. They immediately picked up the axes, hammers, bows and arrows at home and surrounded the bakery and church.

Although they did not reach the level of extraordinary people, their tendon muscles had reached the strength of ordinary professionals. When fighting alone, ordinary professionals are certainly no match for the well-trained extraordinary bodyguards, but if dozens of professional miners with physiques as big as mountains surround one or two lone extraordinary people, the balance of victory and loss begins to fluctuate.