Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 443 The Overthrow of the Extraordinary System

The mother-in-law's return caused a minor stir in Castel.

Castells' new weapon is powerful, that's common knowledge, but just how powerful is it?

Nobody said it well.

But this time, my mother-in-law brought a valuable example:

It can allow the weakest Nymph to instantly kill the Investigator, who is skilled in direct combat.

This result was almost beyond everyone's expectations, and many people even found it hard to believe.

The most immediate reaction was that Nora was almost forced to live in the testing grounds.

Moths or banshees would often come up to her, fire a few shots in front of her, and then ask her expectantly, "Will this really kill you instantly?"

—There's no other way; the [Buried Ones] are also part of the first echelon of frontal combat, so her opinion is very valuable.

Furthermore, the [Buried One] is immortal, making it generally more difficult to kill.

At first, Nora was still analyzing carefully, thinking cautiously, and trying her best to present the facts in a standard way.

But later, even someone as meticulous and cautious as her became somewhat impatient.

“Nora—”

"It can kill me instantly, I can't survive, I can't withstand it, even heavy armor is useless, dodging is very difficult, I can dual-wield, I can even wield six, I don't know if I will be corroded, or I will get burned." Nora blurted out a string of words without thinking.

Only then did she turn her head and look blankly at the person who had asked the question.

"Monica?" Nora was taken aback. "You've caught this too?"

"What do you mean 'infected'! What do you mean 'also'!" Monica immediately became unhappy. She put her hands on her hips, bent down, and tried to make a fierce expression.

"I'm here on the lord's orders to take you to see him... Ugh! Don't jump over here so suddenly!"

Nora's eyes lit up, and with a pop, she jumped off the bottle. Then, with a burst of strength, she flew straight towards Monica.

"Take me to see the lord immediately! I can't stand being here any longer!!"

"Anyway, that's how it is." Monica shrugged, spreading her six hands.

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Hughes' face, and he looked at Nora with a guilty conscience.

"This unhealthy trend must be resolutely stopped! I will make those who dragged you into experiments apologize to you! I will also launch more targeted activities to care for and help the deceased, for example..."

Hughes's brain was working frantically, trying to find a few suitable options.

He seemed to have seen similar stories on Earth, like an author who was pushed in a wheelchair to participate in a football match after becoming disabled. Although it sounded a bit like hell, he actually had a lot of fun. Why not give it a try?
"Like a ball game?"

The air in the room suddenly turned cold.

Monica's eyes widened: "My lord, even I couldn't come up with such an outrageous idea!"

Hughes was taken aback, then suddenly realized what he meant and awkwardly explained, "Wait, you've misunderstood. I meant the kind of football match we're going to play! Nora, I'm not using you as a ball!" Later that evening, Richard and his mother-in-law came to Hughes's office together.

As soon as he entered the office, Richard asked in surprise, "My lord, what happened to your face?"

"You got hit by the ball, don't worry about it," Hughes said without looking up. "Let's talk about the North, Granny. What's the strength and user experience of the Dragon Breath Cannon? I need a more accurate explanation."

When this was mentioned, my mother-in-law's face lit up with excitement:

"Quite impressive! You should know that the difference in direct combat power between superhumans is huge, right?"

"Actually, I don't know much about it," Hughes shrugged. "Could you explain it to me?"

The mother-in-law nodded.

"Generally speaking, superhumans who emerge through normal means—that is, those from the Church of the True God—are strong in one aspect but weaker in others. For example, a 'nymph' like me can use clones for investigation, disguise, and escape, and can also freely switch the positions of clones and the main body. I also have wide-area investigation abilities like cocooning, but my ability to fight head-on is relatively poor."

"Being relatively bad is even an understatement. I don't have any supernatural abilities that can be directly used in combat. My clones look impressive, but they break with the slightest touch in battle."

"Of course, there are some exceptions, such as the investigators. They have almost no weaknesses and are strong in all aspects, but sometimes they are unlucky and make some fatal mistakes, making them less stable overall."

"Or perhaps those sleepless children in the Unending Sanctuary, the Skin-Covered Ones, are extremely powerful in combat and skilled at reconnaissance, but they can easily fall into temporary madness."

Hughes suddenly realized that the Banshee was also skilled in combat and reconnaissance, but reconnaissance and perception were only effective in water.

"In terms of direct combat, the Skinners are in a class of their own, and no one can compare to them. The Investigators and the Burialers are in the first tier. The Investigators can use supernatural powers to enhance their bodies, ignoring almost all damage for a short period of time. They can combine various abilities together, making them extremely difficult to deal with."

"The Burial Ones are physically stronger overall, can wear heavier armor, and have a certain degree of immortality. They can even self-destruct when things get urgent, making them quite troublesome."

Got it. The Investigator is a weird character, and the Burialer has high stats.

"So you first tricked the investigator into revealing his invincibility, and then blasted him to death with the Dragon Breath Cannon?" Hughes nodded thoughtfully. He had read the report submitted by his mother-in-law, who had first fired a volley of muskets, and then bombarded him with cannons.

Unexpectedly, the mother-in-law shook her head: "I just blasted him to ashes when he was invincible. That volley of muskets was to remind him not to forget to use his abilities."

Hughes: "."

Richard: "."

Aren't you fire-chasing moths being a bit too reckless? Shouldn't this extraordinary path be won through strategic battles?
Moreover, he instantly killed the investigator at his strongest moment.
The old woman grinned, her smile particularly bright: "I've always suspected that the investigator's enhanced body has its limits, it's just that ordinary methods can't reach those limits. Now it seems that's indeed the case."

Richard also realized what was going on. He was a moth drawn to the flame and had experience fighting investigators before: "So, if we bring a Dragon Breath Cannon, our direct combat capability is even stronger than the investigators'!?"

"No." The old woman shook her head solemnly. Seeing Richard's stunned expression, she grabbed at both sides, and two thick cannon barrels appeared in her hands.

"You need to bring two. One might make a mistake, but you need two to achieve a complete victory."

Richard gasped: "Using clones to conceal weapons? This ability was originally only for assassinations, but now it can be used in direct combat?"

He then looked at Hughes, his expression very excited: "Lord, it seems that the division of extraordinary combat power will undergo a revolutionary change in the future!"

(End of this chapter)