Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 691 The Real Storm Generator
As soon as Yami finished speaking, the car became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

This news is astonishing from any perspective.

"The storm is chasing them? How is that possible?" Alvarez couldn't help but exclaim.

“I don’t know either, but that’s what they said.”

Yami took a step forward, pressed himself against the window, and stared intently at the massive tornado outside.

"Moreover, the direction of the storm has indeed changed. Initially, our train was not in the direction of the storm, but now it is right behind us."

Alvarez fell silent. Yami was right. No matter how unwilling he was to accept it, he couldn't change the fact that the storm was chasing them.

"Is there something on the airship? Why is it being chased by the storm?"

"I don't know, they didn't say."

While the group was discussing, Ignati remained silent. But at this moment, he suddenly stood up, as if he had finally made up his mind.

"Gentlemen, perhaps I have a way to resolve the storm, but I need your strength." After saying this, he turned to look at the Christian Guard in the carriage.

"Please contact your superior for me and tell him that I might be able to resolve the storm behind us!"

Upon hearing this, Yami and the others gasped in shock, their faces filled with disbelief.

"That's a storm! Can you fight a storm?"

"The Silent Sanctuary is actually that powerful?"

Superhumans are indeed very strong, far surpassing ordinary people, but to most people they are just more powerful "people".

But to fight the storm, that must be the authority of the gods, right?

Ignati smiled helplessly upon hearing this: "It's not that I or the Silent Sanctuary are strong, it's just that I brought a storm generator module with me on my trip to the North, which is why I need your help."

The Guardians wasted no time and immediately reported Ignati's words.

As the patriarch of the Silent Church, Ignati's words carried some weight, and a response came soon afterward.

Ignatius's gaze sharpened, he gripped the patriarch's scepter tightly, and looked toward a corner inside the carriage.

Suddenly, a figure stood up from the shadows. At first, it was just a rough, paper-thin figure, but after a while, it gained many details, and its dull expression gradually became lively.

"The Moth that Chases Fire," Ignati whispered, his tone somewhat complicated.

The Fire Moth and the Silent Sanctuary have no personal grudges, but the Fire Moth, as the number one cult on the continent, is also infamous.

Ignati immediately became alert.

"Hello, I'm Gaia." The figure greeted him, without any pleasantries, and went straight to the point: "How do you fight the storm, and what kind of cooperation is needed?"

Ignati pointed, and several of his accompanying [Buried Ones] had already come over carrying several huge boxes.

"This is the ritual rune module of the storm generator that Castel recently developed. It can be put into use after simple assembly. In theory, it can control storms, but there are a few problems."

"First, we need a flat surface to lay the runes, at least six yards in length and width; second, we need a lot of pollution as fuel, I don't know if there's enough on the vehicle."

"Hmm, this space might not be enough inside the carriage, but it's fine for laying it on the airship. The crew cabin here is quite spacious. As for pollution..."

Gaia gave a strange smile.

"Don't worry, pollution is the last thing we have."

Ignati glanced out the window. A storm was raging, and the train was speeding along the tracks. The airship above was also running at full power, and the two trains were almost moving at the same speed. The train could actually go faster, but the steam engine on the airship was overloaded and couldn't go any faster. Right now, they were moving in sync, and it was the airship that was slowing the train down.

No wonder Gaia was preparing to have the airship divert the storm.

How do we get to the airship?

Gaia frowned, weighed the box containing the rune modules in her hand, pondered for a moment, and then shook her head.

"I used my clone to get off the airship. It's extremely difficult to bring people up, so bringing a box like this is completely impossible."

Those boxes of rune modules were all made of thick iron plates. Perhaps there will be lightweight improvements in the future, but they are still too bulky for now.

"Then we can only deploy it inside the carriage, which might damage the carriage."

“Don’t worry about it,” Gaia said, as the Guardians of the Faith began dismantling the chairs.

"That's good. Please send me some pollutants; we need fuel here."

How much do you need?

"The more, the merrier."

"no problem!"

The Burialers also joined the effort to dismantle the seats, and they were far more efficient.

These superhumans don't need to unscrew the screws; they just need to grab the seat and pull hard, and the seat fixed to the ground will be ripped off completely, and the bolts can even be forcibly torn in two.

The friars looked surprised.

Even the extraordinary beings of the Fire-Chasing Moths cannot do this.

The physical strength of the [Buried Ones] is among the best of the superhumans. They have neither the ability to track or investigate, nor any strange methods. They rely on simple and brutal superhuman strength, and can withstand and fight.

Soon, the entire carriage looked as if it had been hit by a tornado; all the parts protruding from the ground were torn off, leaving it empty.

The [Buried Ones] brought out the rune modules and then all turned to look at Hunter and Yami standing to the side.

They have plenty of brute force, but splicing rune modules is a bit beyond their capabilities.

Neither Yami nor Hunter had any experience with assembling rune modules; they weren't researchers, but these rune modules came with instruction manuals.

After a quick glance at the instruction manual, Yami roughly understood the assembly method. After exchanging a few words with Hunter, he immediately began to guide the [Buried One] in placing the ritual rune modules on the ground.

"This is the power source, and around it are three connecting modules, yes, the ones with parallel lines drawn on them."

"Just align the edges. Oh, the ground here is uneven, a bit... uh, you're really strong."

They moved the cart all the way to the edge of the carriage, but found that there was still not enough space. As Yami was wondering what to do, she saw [The Burialer] draw his longsword.

squeak--

With a sickening sound, the longsword cleaved a long gash in the steel carriage wall.

When the Burial Man pulled the longsword back, it was already chipped.

The priest casually tossed aside his longsword, drew another, and, sensing the surprised looks from the others, grinned.
“I got these from Castel. Apparently, a furnace was specially opened to forge longswords for Galahad, but he couldn’t use them all. These were forced upon us by the quartermaster.”

(End of this chapter)