Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 695 The strongest one is actually the one inside the Stellar Furnace.

Even Gwen herself was shocked when she said those words.

Although she wasn't a Castel, she had spent a long time in Bloodharbor and had seen and learned about things like steam engines and pollution.

It wasn't for any other reason than that she also attended a literacy class.
Although Castells used pollutants as fuel, the protection of this substance was still very strict, with a complete process from transportation to loading.

Therefore, Gwen always believed that pollution was a very dangerous thing.

At that moment, looking at her hands, she could hardly believe it: "I'm not afraid of pollution?? Really?"

Although she is a "Named Person," she became one inexplicably. She doesn't know much about "Named Persons," and Lina, who knows about "Named Persons," is hostile to her, so it's inconvenient for her to contact her.

Therefore, she was somewhat skeptical about the knowledge she gained in the Temple of the Sleepless.

"How about we create some pollution to try and see? But where would we find pollution?"

Little Gwen subconsciously glanced at the Beatrice Fountain in the distance.

Hughes pushed the documents on his desk aside and stretched.

It's time for our daily storytelling session again.

He had been telling stories in a whispered manner through the links for several days, and it had become somewhat habitual.

Now, if I don't talk about things from the perspective of the worker Hughes every day, I feel like something is missing.

"Ash, I'm going to rest for a bit. Keep watch at the door and don't let anyone in. If anyone does come in, don't give me CPR!"

Ash's eyes flickered, but she said nothing, only nodding silently.

Hughes waited a moment, and seeing that she had no intention of asking, he closed the door and returned—he didn't mind sharing some secrets with Ash, but Ash didn't seem to want to ask.

When the worker Hughes looked up, he was still thinking about it, but then he froze.

"Gwen, how old are you? Why are you still playing in the mud?"

Little Gwen was happily squatting on the ground stirring things up when she heard this, and she trembled.

"Uh, this."

"Wait, isn't this mud? Isn't this pollution?"

Hughes looked at Gwen's hands with some surprise. She was holding two handfuls of dark, polluted liquid, and now it was awkward to either lift it up or put it down.

The wriggling contaminant slid down her fair arm.

Hughes's gaze sharpened: "Gwen, have you become an evil god?"

"That's not necessarily true."

Little Gwen was amused. She put the contaminant aside and chased it all away as it climbed up her arm.

"Actually, this is a characteristic of the [Named Ones]. I just learned about it from the Temple of the Forgotten Ones. By the way, you didn't know that Castel's storm generator shattered the storm."

Hughes: "???" Little Gwen gave a brief account of what had just happened, and Hughes was completely dumbfounded.

"The storm generator is so powerful? It can even absorb electrical energy from the storm?!"

The accumulation of negative charges in cumulonimbus clouds eventually breaks down the air and discharges, causing lightning. A storm generator can mobilize this energy before lightning occurs, and even turn it against the storm itself. It has to be said that this is really useful.

"It would be interesting if a church possessed the ability to control storms, and then we managed to seize the storm power we had painstakingly accumulated on the battlefield."

“Yes, the Storm Ocean, the Church of Poseidon, has already entered the stellar reactor.” Little Gwen couldn’t help but laugh, then whispered, “But I haven’t seen it with my own eyes yet.”

She's never been to Castells yet, and she doesn't know if she'll ever have the chance.

Hughes laughed, looking down at the stains on the ground: Where did this come from? Let me guess, from Beatrice's side?
Little Gwen also told Hughes about Beatrice's new abilities, and she was somewhat uneasy about it—what if Hughes wanted to put Beatrice into the Stellar Furnace as well?

If Hughes really had this idea, she would probably try to stop him, after all, that was Miss Scepter, who had helped her a lot.
However, Hughes wasn't entirely heartless. Beatrice was, after all, Her Holiness the Pope of the Candlelight Order, and she had even helped him sell soap, though he hadn't actually used it.
It's astonishing that the delegation managed to abduct the Pope of the Candlelight Vigil; even now, it seems outrageous.

While Hughes was lost in thought, little Gwen came over and rubbed her hands together a little shyly.

"I have a... um, request."

Hughes glanced at her: "You say it."

"Could you use a storm generator to hit me?"

Hughes: "???"

"Ahem," Gwen coughed lightly and explained, "Actually, it's like this: I still lack a lot of control over the Temple of the Forgotten Ones, also known as the White Calamity. If I use these lightning bolts, they can effectively deplete His power, allowing me to gain control of the White Calamity more quickly."

This surprised Hughes: "Why didn't you tell me before? I could have arranged the bombing."

Castells' airships have gone through several generations of bombs, but many older models were produced during the Northern Expedition and have not been used up; they are still sitting in the warehouse gathering dust.

“No, this is different.” Little Gwen’s expression became slightly serious: “I can feel it. The power of lightning is closer to the extraordinary than that of aerial bombs.”

"Extraordinary? How different is extraordinary lightning from ordinary aerial bombs?" Hughes scratched his head, somewhat puzzled.

Wasn't that enormous "loving mother" of yesteryear brought down by aerial bombs?
But suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he had figured out something.

[The loving mother] was indeed destroyed by bombing, but not all enemies can be dealt with by bombing.

For example, the enemy when building the first airship: the pirate king, a half-sea god, and that regular guest in the stellar furnace.

He was completely unharmed by bombs. Neither bullets, explosions, fire, nor anything else could threaten that enormous monster. If it weren't for Tata's sudden inspiration to create the Stellar Furnace, there would have been no way to deal with this monster.

At the time, Hughes didn't know much about the supernatural and didn't think anything was wrong, but now that he thinks about it, he feels something is off.

Secular forces can only solve secular problems, and extraordinary forces can only deal with extraordinary situations. This sounds reasonable, but the judgments of this world have never been that strict.

The high walls of reality always shift unpredictably with the sea of ​​ignorance, so why is it different when dealing with the sea god?

Are the "Sea God" and the "Mother of Compassion" different?
They are all extraordinary beings, so what's the difference?
Hughes pondered for a while, his brows gradually furrowing. The only difference he could think of was that the Church of the Sea God, which was related to the Sea God, was one of the five major orthodox churches.

(End of this chapter)