Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 687 Modular Ritual

Hughes felt a sudden darkness engulf his vision.

Is this the same kind of electricity as bioelectricity? That's a human, not an electric eel!
Besides, electric eels don't generate electricity from pollutants inside their bodies, do they?

Why does Tata have such a unique way of thinking? What can he possibly research?
“Unfortunately, I’ve encountered some bottlenecks.” Tata shook his head. “The pollution in my body seems extremely stubborn and cannot be easily converted into electricity.”

Hughes breathed a sigh of relief.

"Luckily, I solved this problem."

"It's alright. Since we can't figure it out, let's leave it for now. There's no rush to research this. You should go and do what you need to do first. What did you say?"

"It's solved, my lord! I've found a way!" Tata exclaimed excitedly.

"I thought, since the pollution in my body is so stubborn, is there anything I can use to revitalize it?"

"Isn't this just a coincidence? Lightning can activate pollution!"

"I wondered, what if I applied electricity into the human body? Would that work?"

At this point, Tata sighed: "Unfortunately, most of the experiments based on this failed, and a lot of coyotes were consumed. They couldn't withstand the lightning, and I was about to give up."

"but!"

Tata stepped aside, making way for the silent priest, whose face was blackened by the electric shock, to come forward.

"Thanks to the selfless help of these priests, my experiment was able to continue, and I successfully generated electricity from my human body!"

Hughes' vision went black again.

He thought Tata was researching electricity applications—which was fine, even taking some detours was acceptable, since no scientific research can succeed directly.
Moreover, this is a mature route, at least it has been successfully tested on Earth. In Hughes's vision, he has pointed out the direction, and these researchers can just charge forward.

The creations of the electrified age, in terms of both scale and sophistication, far surpass those of the steam age. While steam engines may seem romantic, they are best appreciated in museums.

As a time traveler, Hughes was definitely eager to advance his technological skills.

But the problem now is that this technology tree is getting weirder and weirder.
"Instead of using all that pollution to generate electricity, you're trying to generate electricity from human bodies." Hughes didn't know what to say. And it was one thing for Tata to mess around, but why did the Silent Sanctuary get involved?

Isn't the Silent Church notoriously conservative? Shouldn't it be loudly condemning and praying in fear upon seeing such a novel creation?

Hughes glanced at the Silent Church priest to the side, who was excitedly talking to his companions—who also looked like they had crawled out of a stellar furnace, their bodies covered in black except for their teeth.

Their words drifted into Hughes' ears.

"How is it? How does it feel?"

"It felt so good! The electric current tingled and ached as it passed through my body, like being whipped, and all the muscles in my body were trembling. The accumulated toxins inside me instantly came alive. That feeling, wow~"

"really?"

“So great?”

"Give me a shock too!"

Hughes listened to the fragmented words, his eyes widening in astonishment.

Why are these people so obsessed with courting death? They actually enjoy being electrocuted? Hughes didn't know that. Due to their unique immortality, the [Buried Ones] of the Silent Sanctuary have some slightly different views from ordinary people.

Simply put, because they won't die, they aren't afraid of dying, and therefore are somewhat eager to try things that could lead to death.

These burial men were usually well-behaved under the watchful eye of Patriarch Ignati, but now that Ignati has gone to the North, they're not exactly well-behaved.
Hughes's entire impression of the Burialer came from Nora, who was an extremely serious and rigid person, but she had not been the Burialer for very long.

Moreover, there are always some outliers in every group, just like there is a reliable person like Ash in Banshees.

Hughes was misled by Nora.

Tata coughed lightly, looking embarrassed. "Well, my experiment is short of volunteers. I was originally planning to ask Nora to help, but Nora has been arguing with her body lately, and their relationship isn't very good. My experiment also requires a complete body."

Indeed, if it's about generating electricity from the human body, then there must be a human body involved, right?
Someone like Nora, who's only half-baked, isn't really suitable.

“But Nora introduced her companions!” Tata’s expression clearly brightened. “They are truly super perfect volunteers!”

That's perfect. The "Buried One" is all about not caring about his life, whether he lives or dies doesn't matter, as long as the experiment succeeds.

As long as their bodies are not damaged to a certain extent, and they are not beheaded like Nora, they can be treated slowly.

Hughes looked at the group of [Buried Ones] who were discussing animatedly and eagerly looking toward the test site, then glanced back at the Banshee who was following him, and suddenly shuddered.

He had a bad feeling about this.

"Fine, let's see what you've actually done first."

Tata stepped aside to make way, leading Hughes and his group into the testing ground.

The testing ground here has very high protection standards, since electricity is very close to pollution in this world, so it is surrounded by high walls.

However, this was still an open-air testing ground, after all, it was for testing the storm generator. After following Tata into the testing ground, Hughes immediately saw the familiar ceremony setup.

The storm generator incorporates a great deal of supernatural power, at least in the ritual. The ritual circuits etched on the metal plate are not much different from the one I saw last time, but the carrier is quite different.

"These metal plates?"

"Oh, it's like this, my lord. I found that moving the storm generator was a bit troublesome. Every time I wanted to move it, I had to rearrange the rituals. So I etched these rituals directly onto the metal plate. When in use, we can just assemble them together."

Tata pointed to the metal plate and said.

“Moreover, most extraordinary rituals are interconnected. For example, this board has the [enlarged] rune. This rune is very common and is used in other rituals as well.” Tata waved his hand, and several assistants pushed open a door panel next to them.

The walls were covered with various metal plates, each with a unique design for splicing together.

“I also modularized these ritual circuits. All the module interfaces are universal, so even people who have never received ritual training can assemble the ritual by following the operation manual.”

"My lord, do you know what this means?" Tata asked excitedly.

"This storm generator was constructed using supernatural power, but the people who set it up were all ordinary people. There wasn't a single superhuman among them, and no one understood anything about the supernatural."

"Our engineers have completed this extraordinary ceremony!"

(End of this chapter)