Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 666 Evacuation
"Lord Frey!"

A shout came from behind. Frey turned around and saw the group of Untouchables standing on a giant machine waving at him: "We've driven these ground people back! Shall we continue the pursuit?"

"What are you chasing us for! Get back underground! Their reinforcements will be here soon!"

Frey roared as he walked toward the group of madmen, momentarily forgetting his fear.

These people would definitely ruin themselves if he didn't keep an eye on them!

"Lady Gaia, I won't be going back to Castel for now!" Frey jumped onto the huge machine that was reaching out to him. It was the big guy that Little B was operating, and it had already arrived here.

The Untouchables heard Frey's shouts and barely halted their attack. Although they became erratic when operating machines, they were still willing to listen to Frey.

As for the reason.
"Lord Frey, you know a lot about things on Earth, we'll all listen to you!"

"Yes, Brother Frey, what do you think we should do next?"

Frey felt a surge of warmth in his eyes. Although he hadn't chosen to stay out of any ambition, he was still happy to have gained people's approval.

"Let's launch one more attack, then retreat underground together!"

This is Upper Rhine, the most central location of the Papacy. The mortal army of the Candlelight Church will be here soon, and that will be troublesome.

Although the combat power of mortal armies is not as good as that of superhumans, their numbers are still there, not to mention the assistance of the [Investigators]. They would definitely suffer losses in a head-on battle.

The Untouchables responded in unison, driving their massive machines toward the Investigators. Several severely damaged machines chose to self-destruct, while the rest retreated to the opening they had made to escape under the cover of the explosion.

Just as Little Bu and Frey were about to jump underground, a voice suddenly sounded behind them.

"Wait a minute, this is for you!"

Frey turned around and saw a dark, heavy thing flying towards him, with ramming horns embedded in its sides.

Frey quickly ducked down, only to realize it was a book when it landed beside him.

“Take it with you! This is the sacred text of the Empire’s truth. The Empire is no longer the same, but the truth remains the truth!” Gaia said, waving her hand.

Imperial Truth? Holy Scripture? Frey nodded, somewhat bewildered, but something still felt off. It wasn't until the large man led him into the pit that he realized what was happening. His eyes widened, and he shouted at Gaia above the opening:
"But I can't read!!"

Unfortunately, he had already fallen into the pit along with the machine.

The giant machine continued to descend, and Frey's voice gradually faded into the underground.

Gaia and Zoe exchanged a glance: "Let's retreat too!"

The investigators on the side were scattered and disheveled, but they were superhumans after all, with specialized defensive measures. At this moment, they were just confused by the waves of attacks and explosions. Once they came to their senses, they could overwhelm the two of them with sheer numbers.

Without hesitation, the two turned and left.

But when they reached the gap in the pipe, they heard a weak cry: "Wait, take me with you."

The two turned around and raised their eyebrows when they saw the person who had spoken.

"Beatrice?"

It was Beatrice. Where was the arrogant look she had before? The influx of the Sea of ​​Ignorance had long since stopped. The seawater that had been poured into her body was no longer a good medicine to help her recover from her injuries. Instead, it was churning around inside her, leaving her body in a terrible state.

When she looked up, they were both startled. She only had one eye left, and black blood was flowing from the other eye socket. Her face was almost entirely devoid of healthy flesh, and she looked as if she was about to be consumed by the disease.

But her single eye shone with an eerie light, and even from this distance, both of them could feel her unwavering determination.

It was this willpower that prevented her from being completely eroded, allowing her to barely cling to life and struggle until now.

Zoe and Gaia exchanged a glance. "Ahem, Your Holiness, I..." Zoe stepped forward, about to say something, when she saw Beatrice raise her hand and throw something over.

The two of them turned slightly to the side, not catching it, letting the object fall to the ground and bounce a few times.

It was a tightly wrapped package, stained with some of Beatrice's black blood.

"The technical information you requested."

Beatrice's voice was hoarse, like a leaky bellows, but she still managed to lift her head.

"Besides what the Holy Temple promised, there's quite a bit more, cough cough. I think the useful stuff is all here."

Saying all that seemed to have exhausted all her strength, leaving her standing there panting heavily.

Zoe's words caught in her throat; she couldn't swallow them or speak them aloud, and could only look at Gaia with pleading eyes.

"What should we do? It's probably impossible for the two of us to escape with her."

Gaia picked up the package from the ground; it was still slightly warm.

She gritted her teeth, about to say something, when she saw Beatrice raise her hand.

"Don't worry."

Beatrice forced herself to lift her head and look up.

The two followed her gaze and saw that the mechanical structure on the top of the church suddenly trembled as if it had received a command.

As the gears turned, the struts were pushed up, and suddenly a crack appeared in the heavy church dome.

The warm sunlight shone down, but only for a moment before being blocked by a huge presence.

"An airship!? When did it arrive?"

Zoe and Gaia were both surprised; they hadn't called for an airship.

Their gazes then fell on Beatrice, who was now slumped on the ground, looking at the airship above her, and letting out a bitter laugh.

It could only be her.

Did His Holiness the Pope plan out his escape route from the very beginning?
Beatrice sat on the ground, her face covered in blood and grime, her injuries rendering her unable to speak.

She looked at the sky, and a single tear slid from her remaining eye.

Just a moment ago, the sunlight fell on her face. How long has it been since she stood in the sunlight?
The airship in the sky gradually blurred, and she reached out her hand with longing.

Whether it was Castells, freedom, or Count Hughes, they were all things that were out of reach for her, so close that she seemed to be able to reach out and touch them, yet she could never grasp them.

She knew she was going to die.

A rope was thrown down from the airship, and Erwin, gripping the hatch with one hand, shouted down to them to hurry up and come aboard.

Gaia looked at the package in her hand, then at Beatrice lying on the ground, and bit her lip.

The investigators had gradually come to their senses and surrounded them; they had no time to hesitate.

"Take her with us, let's go!"

Gaia shouted as she grabbed Beatrice's hand.

(End of this chapter)