Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 620 The Banshee Who Warns of Death is Praying

The banshees stood silently, like statues of steel, but the indifferent gazes that flashed beneath their visors and the gentle sway of their bodies with each breath constantly reminded the priests of the Silent Sanctuary just how powerful the beings before them truly were.

Helena felt as if her thoughts were being frozen.

She stared blankly at the banshees bowing their heads in prayer before her, standing there with the other priests, feeling as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

Reason seemed to be fading away, but the body, tempered by battle, began to react subconsciously, and information flowed into the brain.

There were over a hundred of them, no fewer than the burial workers. Their movements were perfectly synchronized, demonstrating a high level of discipline. They could form complex battle formations, and their armor was as thick as a door panel. The dull thud of it dragging on the ground told them it was no mere decoration.

This suit of armor weighs at least several hundred pounds, and even an ordinary person might not be able to stand up after wearing it, but it is very light on these banshees.

Moreover, this enormous size must be accompanied by matching strength, plus six arms capable of wielding weapons.
Suddenly, an image flashed through Helena's mind: banshees lined up on the battlefield, silently drawing their long swords and launching a charge.

Their towering figures resembled a wall, a wall of steel, a moving wall of steel that charged across the battlefield. Any front line would be easily breached like a piece of paper, leaving only a path of crushed flesh and blood.

Even if she managed to stop the banshee's charge, she would then need those cold, disdainful eyes beneath the armor. The longswords from her six arms rained down like a storm. Helena futilely tried to resist with her flail, only to find that the enemy's armor was thicker than the tower shield she held.
How many gravediggers could withstand a single banshee?
How many banshees did Castel have?
Helena had no idea. All she felt was trembling all over. She was surrounded by the elite of the entire Silent Sanctuary. Even if they were all dressed up, could they withstand the swarm of banshees charging into the hall before her?
A harbinger of death.

Helena felt as if a thousand bells were ringing in unison within her heart—a death knell from hell, tolled by the very hands of these banshees.

No, they never even cared about themselves, just as they never cared about the insects standing right under their feet. They simply moved forward in cold silence, proclaiming death and the end of this world.

Not only Helena, but the other buried ones also stood there dumbfounded.

To be honest, the priests of these Silent Sanctuaries did not fully accept the existence of the Banshee. No matter how human-like Nini was, she was still a different race, and the priests actually harbored a human arrogance in their hearts.

The alien races may be powerful, but humans have mastered the extraordinary means, which allows them to continuously produce extraordinary individuals, far outnumbering their adversaries.

Many priests were secretly calculating how many people it would take to defeat Nini. Some were optimistic, some were cautious, and they even argued about these conclusions in private. Only now did they realize how ridiculous their thoughts were.

Trying to overwhelm them with sheer numbers? They're the ones at a numerical disadvantage!
The priests were shaken, but Ignatius, as the patriarch, was much more resolute and should have been fine.

But his unwavering will gave him another push, and Ignati noticed more.

Castel was once just an obscure island, but its reputation in the North was earned through hard work, and Castel's formidable reputation in the North was completely devoid of the Banshee.

In other words, the strength of Castel that they knew did not include the Banshees. Even without the support of the Banshees, Castel still swept across the entire North.

Could the entire Silent Sanctuary, with all its members combined, possibly defeat this group of obscure banshees?
Even if they can win, fine, now that the Silent Sanctuary has bypassed the most obscure part of Castel's forces, let's face the Northern Territory head-on and easily crush the expeditionary force of several dukes!
Ignati's mouth was dry, and he felt a deep sense of powerlessness. He suddenly remembered the sculpture in the station: a man in knight's armor, charging towards the train with a long sword in hand.

At the time, he only found it laughable, but now it was his turn to face Castel, this indescribable and terrifying being.

How much more noble is a flail than a longsword? How does a banshee's swarm charge compare to a locomotive?
Their experience, weapons, and tactics were a joke; their desperately roused beliefs, sacrifices, and bravery were nothing more than knights roaring as they charged at a train.

For the first time, Ignati embraced despair so completely.

Standing next to everyone, Nini's mouth was practically stretched to her ears in a wide grin.

She tried her best but couldn't hold it in, so she turned her back, covered her mouth, and her shoulders trembled.

Inside the church hall, the banshee, silent, cold, and motionless, bowed her head in prayer like a devout believer.

But if you look closely, you'll notice that the tips of their tails are all trembling slightly. Luckily, they've all pulled down their visors, so at least they don't have to manage their expressions like Nini does, since their faces are completely hidden by their helmets.

In the mind link, the chat group was practically bursting with messages; even with the Banshee's multitasking ability, let alone Hughes, it was almost impossible to keep up.

"Cool!"

"That was awesome!"

"Hahahaha, I can't take it anymore!"

"Don't move! Don't move! You have to stay still, Sister Una!"

"Did you see the way those buried people looked? They were like they'd seen a ghost!"

"And the fact that they were all wearing hospital gowns doubled the humor!"

"It was worth abandoning my job and swimming all the way from the other side of the island. Even if the test site explodes, it'll be worth it!"

"Why is Monica in the line? You're barely two meters tall, throw this disgraceful shorty out!"

"Nini, stop laughing! Move closer, let's get some close-ups of your face!"

"Yes, yes, Monica, hurry up to the second floor and do a multi-camera live stream!"

"Who drew this scene? Where's Nini? Aren't you going to write ten or twenty articles about it?"

"How about calling it 'The Prayer of the Banshee'? Hang it in the church hall."

"Whether it's a large hall or not doesn't matter; the main thing is that each priest in the chapel of silence needs to receive a set."

The banshees were spamming the group chat like crazy, but in reality, it was very quiet; you could hear a pin drop in the entire church.

The key point is that this is Castel Cathedral. Besides the Banshees and the people from the Silent Sanctuary, there are also many Imperial Truth Guardians, Tech Priests, and others.

They remained silent, and many even looked terrified.

"Quick, look down!"

"what happened?"

"The banshee, the banshee is here."

"Don't worry, those banshees do whatever they want."

"No, this isn't normal. They're praying, praying quietly, without saying a word!"

"hiss!"

(End of this chapter)