Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 442 Let's have a fair and square extraordinary duel
Instead of rushing out, the mother-in-law took out some materials from her pocket and started writing and drawing on the ground.

This is a communication ritual that can transmit information across space and over long distances with almost no chance of being intercepted. It has only one small drawback: using it will result in death.

The reason is that its principle is to write a piece of information into the soul, and when death comes, the soul returns to the "pupa", which is Brother Kesch's side.

Chloe used this method to send out a message before she died, and now it's her mother-in-law's turn.

Although she believed in the Dragon Breath Cannon's combat power, the old woman still made the worst-case scenario plan. The [Nymph] was good at stealth, and the moment she appeared in the sunlight, there would be no way out.

The ceremony was not complicated and was completed quickly. Sensing the faint connection in her soul, the mother-in-law nodded.

She then took a deep breath, her expression momentarily blank, before opening her chest and splitting her body open to insert the Dragon Breath Cannon.

Then he pushed open the door.

As a Nymphal Transcendent, Granny was always cautious—not because of her personality, but because the Nymphal Transcendent's direct combat ability was simply too weak.

Among the extraordinary beings, even if you include all the extraordinary beings from various evil god churches, the [Nymph] is the weakest. Mira, the high priestess of the Mother Goddess during the Bloodharbor Rebellion, was probably able to fight the old woman to a standstill.

The superhumans of the Church of Mother Goddess are inherently weak, and their short lifespans mean they have little combat experience. Even so, they are on the same level as the [Nymphs].

Therefore, the mother-in-law always avoided fighting, maximizing her ability to hide and investigate.

But she always harbored a dream—

Engage in a fair and square extraordinary duel with your enemy!

With this dream in mind, and the Dragon Breath Cannon, the old woman stepped out of her room, making no attempt to conceal her presence, and stood on the street.

Almost immediately, a short man appeared beside her and looked over with interest.

"Hmm, the main body is nearby. Giving up the fight?"

The Fire Moth's clones are very deceptive, but they are not very useful against the Investigator.

The investigator can easily distinguish which are clones and which is the original.

Although tracking it will still take some effort, it shouldn't be lost unless something unexpected happens.

This face-to-face encounter signifies that the game has come to an end.

The mother-in-law glanced at him but didn't say anything.

She didn't know if the Dragon Breath Cannon could solve the problem, but she wanted to give it a try.

The air outside seemed to become stagnant, and as if sensing something was wrong, many residents gathered around.

They included the elderly, teenagers, children, men and women, many of whom were carrying newly purchased items.

"If you want to surrender," the short man said slowly.

Before he could finish speaking, the people surrounding him all pulled out their muskets from their pockets.

boom! ! !
Countless gunshots rang out in quick succession, the combined sound shaking the entire street.

The smoke billowing from the gun barrels covered a large area.

However, before the smoke cleared, the man's unhurried voice came from inside.

"That's really impressive. Where did you get so many muskets? Did you build a new production line?" The research and development capabilities of the Fire Moth are well-known, and building a musket production line by hand is not a big problem for them.

The actual residents on the street also came to their senses at this moment and looked over with faces full of horror.

The "man" who had just been holding a musket had scattered into a pile of threads on the ground, and the gun that had been fired was lying haphazardly on the ground.

The short man patted his robe, which was riddled with bullet holes, but the skin beneath it was completely unmarked.

The surrounding crowd began to stir, and several soldiers, carrying weapons, hesitated and watched from a distance.

The mother-in-law, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.

"No, these are inventory items that were supposed to be scrapped. I just submitted an application and took them to play with."

The man was stunned. He opened his mouth as if to say something, when suddenly a huge cannon barrel was thrust in front of him.

boom! ! !
A sudden burst of intense heat erupted, causing even the sun in the sky to dim for a moment. The jet of metal mixed with contamination, like an erupting volcano, instantly engulfed everything in front of it.

The bright highlights robbed everything of detail and color, turning everything into a simple sketch, as the firelight irresistibly devoured everything.

When everything dimmed and people's vision returned, the man was gone.

A pair of boots stood still, the severed limbs inside emitting a faint, smoky aroma.

There was no bleeding, the wound was smooth, and the scorching metal jet instantly vaporized everything.

The old woman glanced at the muzzle of the cannon, shook off the lava-like substance inside, and turned to leave.

A gust of wind blew by, and the two boots standing on the ground wobbled and fell to their side, landing in the deep pit.

Behind the man's remains was a radial tunnel, dozens of meters long, that ran through the entire street. At the bottom, scorching lava, a mixture of orange and black, sizzled and distorted the air.

Bang.

Sometime later, the soldiers' weapons fell to the ground. No one was surprised, no one blamed them; they just stared blankly at everything in front of them, as dazed as chickens with their necks being choked.

Gradually, people began to come to their senses. Some screamed and ran away, and no one could stop them. Others fell to the ground, looking dazed. Still others knelt on the ground and prayed fervently, as if they had seen a god walking on earth.

The town gradually descended into chaos, which then spread, bringing disorder to the entire Northern Territory. Countless lives were altered as a result, and many secret plans were thwarted. Just the faction to which these two extraordinary individuals came from was enough for the grand dukes to argue about for months.

The truth of the matter will only be revealed when the next group of investigators arrives.

Who would have thought that the fire-chasing moth, which dies in the light, could directly confront the investigator, who is skilled in combat?

The mundane remains mundane, and the extraordinary remains extraordinary. This has been a rule passed down for countless millennia on the continent, but today, a crack has appeared.

What would the world be like if worldly forces could break through the barrier of the extraordinary?
As the wheels of time roll ever onward, some people only realize their mistake when they've become nothing more than scraps stuck to them.

The old woman didn't linger. She went straight back to the house and burned the ceremony and all the traces. The North was about to change, and the Candlelight Church's retaliation would follow. There was no time to continue investigating now; she had to hurry back to warn the lord.

Before leaving, she glanced at the Dragon Breath Cannon in her hand.

"I need to give the Lord some feedback. The firepower of the Dragon Breath Cannon is still somewhat insufficient."

"We should learn from those succubi, bring two of them, one in each hand."

(End of this chapter)