Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 552 The White Disaster is the Second Sanctuary
Hughes's will instantly resounded throughout the fortress through the mental link and the roars of the banshees on all fronts.

The white bones surged like a tide, crashing against the embankment formed by the expeditionary force, and at that moment, they seemed to see the embankment stand up.

The expeditionary force grinned and raised their guns, and the furious machine spirits responded with roars. Their battle lines, which had been pushed back, began to charge!

Ash's thick snake tail, like a powerful spring, slammed against the wall, sending her crashing into the sea of ​​bones.

The next moment, the Dragon Breath Cannon opened fire in all directions, and as she twisted her body, it forcefully created a sea of ​​fire.

Bullets pounded against her heavy armor, the clanging sound like a symphony, and the fortress became her stage.

The skeletal horde followed the white mist, which flowed in like liquid through the cracks in the fortress. When they tried to leave, they found that the white mist had long since disappeared.

Several female demons seized the opportunity to block the exit of the fortress. Their tall bodies, like steel gates, tightly imprisoned the tide of bones inside.

The group laughed wildly as they swept the surrounding skeletons with their dragon breath cannons, killing them without even aiming.

The soldiers of the expeditionary force used machine guns where they had them, and rifles where they didn't. Some even tried to go up carrying explosives, but their comrades stopped them with all their might.

"Don't use explosives indoors!"

Perhaps the only one who's unhappy is Kyle.

He stared in disbelief at Alexei before him, pointing to himself.

"Collecting bones? Me?"

"Yes, try to collect as many living, intact samples as possible, as these may be important experimental materials. Be careful and wear protective suits."

Alexei patted him on the shoulder and turned to leave.

Kyle glanced at the soldiers who were yelling and charging forward, and swallowed hard.

"Stop hitting him! Stop hitting him! Damn it! A few of you, come with me to the logistics department and get some brooms!"

He looked at the white bones on the ground, which were almost shattered into pieces, and said in despair.

“Nora, you must understand, only our Silent Sanctuary can stop the White Calamity,” Ignati said solemnly.

Hunter and his companions, along with the Silent Sanctuary's Burialers, are now traveling across the northern wilderness. Fortunately—or perhaps unfortunately—they did not head directly north when they left to avoid the railway line, which has kept them from encountering the fog until now.

"The White Catastrophe—also known as the Temple of the Forgotten—was created by those traitors. They chose to flee at the moment of the end, splitting the temple and opening a passage between the mortal world and the Sea of ​​the Unconscious, hiding everything in the white mist."

"You mean the White Disaster was caused by the Silent Sanctuary?"

“They are traitors of the Silent Church.” Ignati’s tone was very complicated. “At the beginning of their establishment, the five major churches each had two sects, which interpreted the doctrines in different directions. For example, the Candlelight Church blocked knowledge and imprisoned pollution, while the Moths of the Flame abandoned everything to pursue knowledge. We are the same.”

"The Buriers and the Forgotters: We bury ourselves, transforming our immortal bodies into high walls protecting the mortals. The Forgotters chose to escape, establishing a kingdom on earth that will never be forgotten. Anyone who enters must abandon their flesh and blood and their past."

Grisha listened with great interest, while Hunter was trembling all over, large drops of sweat sliding down his forehead.

“Patriarch Ignati, I’m actually just an ordinary nobleman of the Empire. I’m not very interested in theology. Why don’t you go to the fortress first? I won’t go. I’ll go home and visit my family.” With that, he pulled Grisha away.

Just kidding, Ignatius was talking about all the secrets of the church. Do you think you can just listen to that? If you listened to a few more words, you might not even be able to leave.

Hunter always felt that religious people were not very mentally sound, and what if they killed someone to cover it up later?
"Lord Hughes, Lord Hughes, please bless me," Hunter prayed silently in his heart.

“Don’t worry about all that, Your Excellency. All of this will soon be history,” Ignati sighed.

"what do you mean?"

"Silent Sanctuary has already lost White Raven. We can no longer protect our people. So, let's just bury White Calamity along with Silent Sanctuary."

Nora's eyes widened as she slowly turned her head, speaking for the first time since embarking on her journey home: "You intend to perish together with them?"

The Patriarch simply nodded.

"The so-called White Catastrophe is just another sanctuary created by those Forgotten Ones. We have a creation called the Bone Sanctuary, which allows us to retain consciousness during the White Catastrophe so that we don't immediately forget everything, but only for a very short time, and we can hardly do anything about it."

"But launching the burial ritual is still possible. The final burst of the burialer is the strongest among all superhumans, and can even touch the Gate of Three Points for a moment. And if the entire Silent Sanctuary is gathered together, then nothing in the mortal world can stop us."

"Although this will cause the soul to perish forever, it will be worth it if the White Calamity can be completely eradicated."

Nora stared at Patriarch Ignati for a while, then her gaze slowly swept over the other buried ones in the Silent Sanctuary.

"Have you all made your decisions?"

"Of course, little Nora, you're not the only one who wants to save those refugees!"

"I'm tired of living. It's meaningless. This world is rotten."

"Indeed, for hundreds of years, civilization has been declining more and more, with no hope left."

"The land of the Bone Raven has been lost, what use is this sanctuary now? Let us bring peace to the mortal world."

The priests in the silent sanctuary responded in unison, their tone as if they were not going to their deaths, but rather on a picnic.

Hunter suddenly understood why only extraordinary individuals and no ordinary people had come here.

They were just a group of dying people attending their own funerals, why should they be burdened with more?

Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he quickly asked, "You say the White Calamity was caused by the Forgotten Ones, so wouldn't it be enough to just persuade them? If you're not good at persuasion, I happen to know a lord whose expeditionary force is very skilled at it."

Before he even opened his mouth, Grand Duke Alvarez surrendered. Isn't that a great persuasion skill?
Ignati shook his head: "The Forgotten Ones abandoned everything to escape, including their past and their human flesh and blood. The extraordinary ones have indeed drifted further and further away from humanity, but if they give up this part that belongs to humanity, they can never get it back."

"They became mindless skeletons, without past, without future, and no longer able to die. They truly achieved immortality, an immortality more thorough than that of the buried ones. From this perspective, they actually succeeded."

(End of this chapter)