บท 671: War

 There was complete silence. The stone knife sliced across the throat of the swollen woman, cutting off the blood vessel on her throat. In that instant, the woman was completely stunned. Her swollen body began to tremble violently. She raised her head suddenly and let out a piercing cry of despair.

It was a horrible cry. It was sharp and insane, as if millions of fetus were dying in her womb, or millions of children were being born. It was a mixture of pain, insanity and also happiness.

She was screaming, shrieking and also singing. Her sharp voice pierced through every parts of the land and reverberated in everyone's ears. Everyone could only see darkness as they were all almost scared out of their wits by the terrifying cry.

Soon after, blood gushed out from her wound. It was hard to fathom that so much blood could be stored in that swollen body. Blood gushed out so rapidly from the gigantic wound that it was like a waterfall of blood.