Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 554 Launching the Charge Against the White Disaster!
"The situation is urgent. Please contact your highest-ranking official immediately. We have observed that the White Disaster is not far from here!"

"A priest in the silent sanctuary spoke in a deep voice, glancing occasionally toward the north, where a wall of mist could still be faintly seen," he said.

“You may not know how terrible the White Disaster is. Now, apart from us, no one in the North can stop it.”

The buried men looked anxious, but the soldiers in front of them seemed indifferent. They exchanged glances with strange expressions.

"Yes, Mr. Ignati, we have already conveyed your message to the lord, and we should receive a response soon."

"hope so."

Those who had gone forward to communicate had no choice but to turn back and huddle together, discussing the matter in hushed tones.

"This isn't right. How could the White Calamity cross the Canary Mountains and even reach the northern border of the Empire?"

"Has the Hall of Bone failed?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! The Bone Sanctuary was created before the Forsaken betrayed us. Its restraint over the Forsaken and the White Catastrophe is absolute!"

"Then why is there white mist here? Did someone dig up the Temple of Bones?"

"The Bone Sanctuary is buried deep in the forest. Unless you turn the entire forest upside down, who would bother to search for it? Besides, if you find it, the Bone Sanctuary will kill all living things around it, so how could it possibly be brought here?"

"But the White Disaster is right before our eyes!"

"Alright, stop arguing," Ignati said in a low voice, which immediately silenced the buried ones.

"Whether the Bone Sanctuary is lost or not, we can no longer go to the Canary Mountains. Now we must fight the White Disaster alone. We are the last hope of the North."

The crowd fell silent.

"Without the Bone Sanctuary, what are the chances of success?" Hunter asked in a low voice.

“It will be much less.” Ignati said in a deep voice, “After entering the White Disaster, one will quickly forget everything, and even the extraordinary are no exception. To achieve the same effect, a burial ceremony must be performed beforehand. To be honest, this will be quite difficult.”

"But the path the Holy Church has taken has always been fraught with thorns. My fellow countrymen, for the sake of the North, we cannot retreat!"

The priests in the silent sanctuary gradually hardened their gazes.

Hughes had just arrived at the gate of the military camp when he saw this scene.

He pulled a soldier aside, somewhat confused, and asked:
"what happened?"

"No, I'm not sure. The atmosphere just became solemn as they were talking."

Is it a very serious matter?

"Probably not."

Hughes nodded and walked over.

"My lord!" Nora's eyes lit up when she saw Hughes, and she immediately shouted, "We have very important information here!"

Ignati glanced at Nora with a complicated expression before stepping forward and bowing: "Greetings, I am Ignati, the Patriarch of the Silent Sanctuary."

Hughes naturally extended his hand: "Hughes Corsica Simmons Stuart".

Ignatius is a Christian name. All those who join the Silent Church are required to abandon their original surnames and given names and address each other by their Christian names. This is the official title of the Silent Fathers, and it is not considered impolite for the Patriarch to use the name Ignatius.

Take Nora, for example; her name is just one word.

Ignati paused for a moment before reaching out to shake hands with Hughes.

"Your Majesty, we have just encountered a minor problem. There may be some chaos in the camp, so we may have to entertain you at the fortress."

"No need. The situation is critical right now. The survival of the North is hanging by a thread. We can talk about hospitality later."

Nora opened her mouth, but didn't say anything.

Once they set out, whether they succeeded or not, there was no hope of them returning.

On the other side, Hughes listened, completely stunned. The survival of the North was hanging by a thread? Who else could threaten the entire North?
After much deliberation, Hughes realized that the only option seemed to be the expeditionary force.

Surely this group of people isn't after him?

"Is there any help you can provide?"

"We have prepared all the supplies. We originally intended to come and pay a visit, but given the urgency of the situation, we must say goodbye now."

"Huh?" Hughes was taken aback. Is the Silent Sanctuary really this efficient?

"Where are you planning to go?"

"I'm sorry, there's no time to explain. The fate of the North rests on this battle. I'll visit you again if I have the chance. Farewell!"

The people in the Silent Sanctuary almost immediately turned and left, except for Ignati, who glanced at Nora as he passed by.

"You are no longer a member of the Holy Temple. Now that you have made your choice, lead the people of the White Raven onward."

Nora pursed her lips.

A group of people headed north.

Hughes watched their departing figures with some confusion, then turned to look at Nora after a moment's thought.

"It's so touching," Hunter said, wiping Nora's eyes with a delicate handkerchief. "What a heroic sacrifice, what a fearless dedication! If I weren't studying calculus, I would definitely write a long poem for them!"

Nora nodded.

"Wait, wait, Nora, what are they here for?" Hughes couldn't help but ask.

"They originally wanted to say hello to you and ask to pass through on their way to the North. I even suggested that they take the train. But just now at the military camp, we discovered that the White Calamity has arrived. Now they should go and fight the White Calamity."

Nora said in a low voice.

Hughes felt a head full of question marks.

"Wait, what happened to the White Disaster? The expeditionary force has already driven it back!"

“Huh?” Hunter and the other two were stunned.

After the white mist left the expeditionary force's fortress, it did not retreat too far, only a few kilometers away, before stopping there. Then the mist churned, as if something was changing inside.

Therefore, the people of the Silent Sanctuary did not spend much time before arriving near the white fog. Looking at the fog so close at hand, Ignati's face showed a trace of sorrow.

"We are the children of the White Raven, yet we have lost the land where the White Raven people have lived for thousands of years. The believers provide for us, but we are powerless to protect them! Warriors of the Silent Sanctuary, we have nowhere left to retreat. Now, let us bury this white mist with our spirits and flesh, and return the territory of the Bone White Raven to His people!"

The priests of the Silent Sanctuary had already donned their gear before approaching the white mist. Now, having abandoned their horses, each was clad in pristine white heavy armor of the ice plains. Upon hearing the Patriarch's words, they all raised the links in their hands.

Ignati turned around to look at the people following behind him, took a deep breath, and slowly fastened his visor.

He once led priests into battle, scattering the empire's invincible musketeers; he also led priests to negotiate with the Candlelight Church, holding the flails to deter twice as many investigators from taking any action. Now, he is about to lead these people who trust him down a path of no return.

He has lived for many years, yet the wind and snow of each passing year have never cooled the burning passion in his heart. As the years and frost have passed by, the emotions in his chest have become extremely intense.

The buried men pulled off their faceplates one after another, the clanging of steel sending a chilling sense of reassurance through the sound.

That familiar feeling made them no longer hesitate or fear, just like the heavy armor of the icy plains.

Clad in armor, both inside and out, it was made of steel.

"For the children of the Bone Raven!"

Raising their shields and gripping their flails, the priests of the Silent Sanctuary began their charge.

These are the most powerful warriors on the continent, charging towards the white mist they have never defeated before.

(End of this chapter)