Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 692 Controlling Lightning
As he spoke, he destroyed another longsword. Seeing that drawing them one by one was a bit troublesome, he simply picked up another box and dumped it out.

The carriage was suddenly littered with longswords, each one forged from fine steel. If it were in the age of knights, they would be considered precious swords, but now they were just consumables.

The "buried ones" didn't say much; they picked up their longswords and cut a long gash in the carriage.

Those ritual rune templates that couldn't be put down were stuffed into this opening, and finally successfully arranged.

"Yes, that should be it. Some details weren't mentioned in the manual, but I connected it according to the ritual principles," Yami said confidently, flipping through the manual.

Ignatius nodded and stepped onto one of the modules.

The entire carriage has now been transformed into a simple storm generator. These ritual rune plates were originally intended for testing near the White Mist in the North, but they have unexpectedly come in handy here.

It's just that it's a temporary setting, so it might not be very stable.

Ignati stood still, without moving.

Although the ceremony was successfully arranged, the pollution was not yet in place.

The storm generator is incredibly effective, and controlling storms is a breeze, but the cost is enormous pollution.

This could only be done in Castel, which is backed by a stellar furnace and has no shortage of pollution, which is why it was possible to conduct such experiments.

Conducting a ceremony on a train could potentially deplete all the contaminant reserves, and it would be ridiculous if the steam engine ran out of fuel and stopped.

Logically speaking, airships shouldn't carry as much pollution as trains. Ignati doesn't know where Gaia finds enough pollution. Maybe this airship is specifically designed to transport pollution.

Gaia didn't keep him waiting long.

Soon, the shadows inside the carriage solidified again, and Gaia reappeared.

She was clearly exhausted this time, but she didn't bring any contamination; instead, she brought someone with her.

"Your Majesty?"

Even though Ignati was usually composed, he was shocked and stared wide-eyed when he saw the man.

He still recognized the pope from the Candlelight Vigil.

How could the Pope of the Candlelight Church be associating with the Moths of Flame? Has she rebelled?
Wait a minute, putting aside her status as the Pope, what use is it for Gaia to bring her down at this time? What they lack is pollution, and even His Holiness the Pope can't conjure up pollution, right?

Ignati was thrown into chaos.

Joan nodded without speaking, which was generally considered very impolite, as Ignati was, after all, the leader of the Silent Sanctuary.

But Beatrice covered her mouth, looking like she was struggling to hold it in.

"Miss Gaia, when will the contaminant be in place? We don't have much time left."

Gaia didn't respond. She simply took out a bucket from somewhere, placed it in front of Beatrice, took a step back, and gestured "look" to Ignatius.

next moment.
"Puff!"

Beatrice's fountain began to operate. The entire carriage fell silent instantly. This time, everyone, whether mortal or superhuman, regardless of status or experience, wore expressions of utter disbelief.

Even Ignatius, the Patriarch of the Silent Sanctuary, couldn't hold back any longer. The expression on his face as he watched the pollution gushing from Beatrice's mouth was enough for Nini to describe in two long paragraphs.

It's important to know that pollution is the nemesis of superhumans. The reason why the [Buried One] of the Silent Sanctuary is so keen to participate in the experiments of the storm generator is partly due to his reckless nature, and partly because it can eliminate pollution within his body.

And this pope's daughter was actually able to spit out the pollution directly?
As expected of a candlelight vigil, its profound history is unimaginable; it even has such a method to dispel pollution.

Horror!
As he watched, Ignati sensed something was wrong.

How could she vomit so much pollutant?
Beatrice kept vomiting, while the expressions of the [Buried Ones] around her went from surprise to fear to disbelief, and finally to numbness.

Before long, the large bucket that Gaia had handed her was full of vomit. Beatrice, pale-faced, forced a smile and shakily picked up the bucket and handed it to her.

The buried ones all took a step back.

"How about it? This flow rate is definitely not a problem, right? Don't even mention a storm generator. Even if an industrial zone grew out of this train, Beatrice could still supply it!" Gaia straightened her back and proudly patted Beatrice's shoulder.

Beatrice gave a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Cough, that's enough. Anyway, let's begin the ritual!" Ignati's face twitched, and he glared fiercely at his subordinates. Only then did the [Buried Ones] realize that time was of the essence, and they hurriedly assisted in the ritual.

During this time, they helped Tata test the ritual many times and were already familiar with the basic ritual procedures. Yami assisted by flipping through the instruction manual and quickly and clumsily carried out the ritual.

The Burialers poured the contamination onto the designated modules. The contamination did not fall to the ground but was absorbed by the ritual modules and then transmitted throughout the ritual site via the circuits above them.

Ignati slowly began to spin, and a bolt of lightning exploded in his white hair.

"Why does it feel a bit different from the Castel experiment?" the [Buried One] murmured to himself.

Ignati also felt that the texture was a little strange. He looked around the ritual module and finally his gaze fell on Beatrice, who was constantly spitting.

“We used contaminants from the Stellar Furnace in Castel before, which came from Poseidon and was essentially hydroelectric. Here we’re using Beatrice’s, so naturally there are some differences,” he explained casually. “But it doesn’t matter, I can already communicate with the storms outside!”

Upon hearing this, everyone rushed to the window and peered out through the glass.

The tornado that was chasing the train did not disappear; instead, it got closer due to the delay and appeared much larger than before.

Unlike the tornadoes we've seen before, this one is completely covered in electric lightning.

The storm tornado, already carrying a large amount of rain, now lit up the entire area with a crackling sound.

Like a giant silver dragon winding and coiling, one end in the sky and the other on the ground, it shatters the dark clouds in the sky.

The tundra had long since turned into a vast ocean. As soon as the silver dragon touched the ground, the damp moisture immediately sparked with lightning, which traveled along the railway and into the train.

Everyone instinctively brought their legs together to prevent injury from the step voltage of the lightning strike, but they didn't feel any electric shock. Instead, the rune plate of the entire storm generator lit up, and balls of lightning were generated, surrounding Ignati like a sky full of stars.

(End of this chapter)