Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 685 The Lord is out of breath!
In the blink of an eye, Castel arrived.

No matter how many bones he breaks along the way, the symbiotic contract provides him with a safety net, and when he arrives at his destination, he will be the healthy Lord Hughes again.

Hughes sat on the golden throne, pondering, and nodded in satisfaction.

The method of transporting the fortified coffin may have been a bit too advanced, but his solution was even more advanced—direct shipping.

It's just a bit boring now.

With so little time, he didn't even have time to give a lecture to the worker Hughes. He wanted to wander around the thrones, but the golden throne beneath him prevented him from standing up.

Hughes listlessly stared at each of the bodies, only turning his gaze away just before the moment of descent was complete.

"How about creating a new account to play with?"

After thinking about it carefully, Hughes shook his head.

He's a lord now, and he has mountains of things to deal with every day, so he simply doesn't have time to do anything like running two accounts simultaneously.

Besides, creating a new body wouldn't help him much.

Castells needed technology and development; the new body was only good for gathering intelligence.

Sadly, Castells' victories in foreign wars had little to do with intelligence.
As Hughes wandered between the thrones, his gaze soon settled on the white-robed priest.

Hughes frowned as he looked at the priest sitting at the table.

He is no longer the young man who just transmigrated; he has already gained considerable knowledge about the various churches.

The white-robed priest's body sat at the table like everyone else, but unlike them, he could see this body as soon as he entered the world; it wasn't something he had created specifically for him.

Moreover, when he looked over, the body did not look up to meet his gaze, so there was no subsequent descent.

"It's like saving a dead file."

Hughes rubbed his chin and murmured.

With nothing else to do, he began to carefully examine the priest's appearance.

Due to the angle, he couldn't see the priest's face, and since he couldn't get off the golden throne, all he could see was his clothing.

The priest's robes must have belonged to a church, but they were not any style that Hughes had ever seen before.

On the priest's robe, there was a holy emblem with flame patterns that looked very familiar to Hughes.

Of course it looks familiar. Castells' logo was based on this emblem, and it is now printed on every product manufactured by Castells.

Hughes was utterly bored. Staring at the white-robed priest, he subconsciously activated [Descent].

As his will began to concentrate, the white-robed priest suddenly trembled slightly.

Hughes' eyes widened in shock; if he hadn't been still glued to the golden throne, he would have jumped up in fright.

How come it can move again?!
But the white-robed priest's movement was only this one, like a toy that hadn't been fully wound up; after trembling for a moment, he lowered his head again and fell silent.

But this was still enough to shock Hughes; it was the first time he had ever seen the white-robed priest react.

"It's not just my imagination, is it? Let's try again."

Hughes rubbed his eyes, took a deep breath, and after mentally preparing himself, stared at the white-robed priest and tried to [Descent] again!
As his attention focused, his will once again enveloped the white-robed priest, and then his eyes were fixed on the white-robed priest's movements.

The white-robed priest trembled slightly again, as if he wanted to meet Hughes's gaze, but quickly lowered his head again and became motionless, like a puppet.

Like someone who is extremely tired, trying hard to lift their head, but ultimately falling into a dream.

"It can actually move now!"

Hughes was truly astonished. This white-robed priest, Hughes, had remained completely still until now, showing absolutely no reaction whether it was signing a symbiotic pact with the banshee or the Moth Lord coming to his door. "Has something happened recently? It must be a change related to myself."

Hughes thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't think of any changes in himself recently.

Could it be because of the worker, Hughes, giving a lecture?
Hughes pondered for a while, then slowly shook his head.

"No, lecturing is not fundamentally different from plucking the threads to connect things. It can't be considered a change. So what made it move?"

Hughes rested his chin on one arm, pondering for a long time until a vague unease arose in his heart, and then he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something.

"Damn it, the assault coffin is probably here!"

Without time to think, Hughes quickly looked up at Lord Hughes, and as their eyes met, his vision went black.

When he opened his eyes again, everything went black again.

This isn't just a figure of speech; he was genuinely so exhausted that his vision blurred and he could barely breathe.

Hughes initially thought he was still inside the charging coffin, and that was why he was in so much pain, but upon closer inspection, he realized something was wrong.

The coffin lid was already open, and a group of female demons were surrounding him.

"Boss, why are you dead?!"

"Quickly, save her! Quickly, save her!"

"Aren't you from the Knights Hospitaller? Help me!"

"Don't panic, this is probably drowning. Let's start CPR. I'll do the chest compressions, and you can give mouth-to-mouth resuscitation!"

Hughes: "!?!?"

Hughes: "Wait, wait, wait, wait!"

He was about to speak when his neck was lifted up, and a hand immediately pried open his mouth to clear his airway.

Now I can't even speak.

The banshee was in such a commotion that she didn't notice that Hughes had already woken up.
Hughes watched as Monica approached, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration and activated the mental link.

Hughes: Stop! I'm fine! @Everyone

He spoke too late; Monica had already clasped her hands together and pressed them against his chest—

Click!

Hughes's face twitched; he'd broken at least three ribs.
The banshees were stunned for a moment, all looking at Hughes, who was staring at Monica.

"Eek!" Monica exclaimed, taking a few steps back, her expression as if she had seen a dead person come back to life from a coffin.

Hughes coughed a few times, each cough causing a sharp pain in his chest.

He looked at Monica, not daring to lash out at the moment.

Monica wasn't deliberately causing trouble. In proper CPR, the chest needs to be compressed more than 5 centimeters, which would almost certainly result in a fracture.

There's no way around it; the ribs protect the heart too well, and CPR requires pressing on the heart to forcibly maintain blood supply.

A broken rib is not a fatal injury, but if the heart stops beating, the mortality rate is 100%.

Before Hughes could continue to suffer, the life force from the symbiotic contract flowed over him, easily healing his broken ribs.

Hughes climbed out of the assault coffin.

(End of this chapter)