Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 619 Give them a little shock from the female demon
“Castel encountered some minor troubles before, and the church’s design might be somewhat unique.” Nini didn’t explain in detail, instead speaking somewhat evasively.

Helena squinted and carefully examined the outer walls of the fortress. Sure enough, she soon made some discoveries.

The outer walls of these fortresses vary in age, and some parts appear to have been repaired, but such repairs always leave some oversights.

Helena quickly found several faint marks at the base of the wall, which were scratches and puncture marks.

It seems there was indeed a battle here.

But here
Helena looked up and surveyed her surroundings. This was practically the very heart of Castel, with even more concrete fortifications surrounding it. If the fighting were to reach this area...
Helena crouched down, reached out and pressed her hand firmly against the concrete where there were scratch marks on the wall.

It's impossible to move.

She raised an eyebrow and increased the force in her hand, prying off a bit of the solid concrete, but blood seeped from her fingers.

Helena didn't care. She rolled the piece of concrete she had scraped off and looked down at the scratches she had left behind.

The scratches were very shallow, while the old scratches next to them were at least twice as deep, and the several puncture holes were bottomless.

Helena's expression turned serious.

She walked calmly to Ignati and handed him the blood-stained concrete, then pointed to the scratches on the wall.

"Lord Patriarch."

Some of the other buried men also noticed the difference in the fortress. After a private conversation, the buried men of the Silent Sanctuary looked at the fortress with complicated expressions.

"Are all your churches like this?"

"That's the truth of the Empire, but it's not that extreme. This is Castel after all. The church we built in Blood Harbor has been simplified a lot. At least the concrete isn't this thick."

It was reduced from six or seven meters to four or five meters.

"Yes, it's reasonable for the church to have some defensive capabilities, especially considering Castel's special circumstances. Our church has a furnace underground, which is the Stellar Furnace I mentioned before, and its protection level is quite high."

"Put the furnace under the church?"

"Yes, according to our research, a centrally powered furnace is far more efficient than a distributed one. This stellar furnace provides more than 80% of Castells' energy."

If we include indirect functions, it's actually 170%. In other words, the furnace not only doesn't consume fuel, but it's actually spitting out fuel—it really is spitting out fuel. The sea god inside the furnace can also squeeze out physical pollution while burning, which is incredibly useful.

At the entrance of Castel Cathedral, two banshees dressed in full banshee armor stood guard on either side, changing shifts as a small patrol of banshees happened to pass by.

Nini greeted them naturally and then went inside.

After she took a few steps inside, she vaguely sensed something was wrong. Looking back, she saw that the group of burial workers had all stopped at the church entrance.

"Why don't you come in? Don't worry, our church is open to the public."

Nini was halfway through her sentence when she noticed the shocked expressions on the faces of the buried people, and even Ignati looked extremely solemn.

"what happened?"

Ignati pointed to the group of tall banshees: "Your race has many people?"

"What else?" Nini was taken aback and replied subconsciously.

After a while, she suddenly seemed to remember something, her eyes widened, and she opened the Mind Link group chat.

"I...I suddenly realized something!"

"What a coincidence! I thought of that too."

"Look at the reaction of those burying people! Hahahaha, they're completely dumbfounded!"

"I told you that delayed intelligence would cause trouble. This is going to be funny."

Nini looked down at Ignati beside her, a hint of pity flashing in her eyes. These Burialers had never been in the North, and their assessment of the war there was mostly based on outside intelligence.

While this intelligence may not be entirely inaccurate, it can easily lead to misjudgments in certain aspects.

For example, the number of female demons.

Because the symbiotic contract causes the Banshee to lose vitality when the distance is too far, there have always been very few Banshees in the North, usually only a few at a time, and they rarely show themselves in public.

After all, the expeditionary force had completed all the combat missions.

Nini's twenty war correspondents could only go in shifts.

This leads to a situation where external forces can easily misjudge the number of banshees.

Ignati received information that there were only one or two banshees in total, and there had never been any eyewitness reports of three appearing at the same time.

Later, the banshees did indeed go to the North, but by the time the Silent Sanctuary arrived, the war was over. They didn't enter the military camp; instead, they went straight to the White Mist and self-destructed, so they never saw the banshees.

After that, I was unconscious the whole way to the island. When I woke up, the only person I saw was Nini. The other succubi were watching Nini's live stream through a telepathic link.

Arriving at the entrance of Castel Cathedral, the buried ones in the Silent Sanctuary thought there were only one or two Banshees, maybe four or five more with hidden powers.

Then they saw a group of about ten female demons in front of them, all dressed in heavy armor, and they were clearly not to be trifled with.

"I...I have an idea."

"What a coincidence, I have one now too."

Let's come out together and give them a surprise!

"Hurry, hurry, I'm here! Where is everyone? Come out and assemble!"

"Coming right away! Coming right away!"

It turns out that people don't get tired at all when they're doing bad things, and the succubi gathered together with unprecedented efficiency.

Throughout the entire island, the banshees, no matter where they were, sprang up like springs, grabbed their armor, and charged toward the main church.

I've never seen anyone so proactive in their work, putting on their armor while charging.

"Nini, how is it?"

"Hurry, he's almost recovered from the shock!"

"There are still quite a few people who haven't arrived yet, let's delay a bit!"

"receive!"

The banshees at the entrance, who had just finished changing shifts and were about to leave, immediately changed direction, slowly reorganized their formation, and headed back towards the church doors.

The buried men, still in shock, stepped aside. They looked up at the towering steel guardians, their powerful physiques and silent, cold aura causing them to hold their breath for a moment.

"Please follow me." Nini remained calm and composed, and after the entire Banshee Squad had entered, she led the Burialers into the main cathedral.

Upon entering the room, the light dimmed instantly, and the buried people opened their eyes wide to look ahead.

Ahead stood hundreds of banshees clad in full heavy armor, standing in neat rows. Their heads were slightly bowed, their expressions hidden beneath black visors, and they stood in solemn prayer with their hands clasped together.

With its hard steel frame, towering stature, cold demeanor, and menacing weapons, it resembled a demon god returned from hell.

The hall was filled with demons.

(End of this chapter)