Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 725 It really came.
“Barzel, Border Earl, you control a large part of the North, yet you have been turning your blade against the refugees. Countless people in the North have died at your hands.”

Bazel stared intently at Hughes. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but the banshee beside him clenched her fist and smashed the lower half of his face.

The clash between steel and bone silenced his wails.

"Don't rush, once you're inside the furnace, you'll have plenty of time to call for help," Hughes sneered.

The people below cheered and applauded. Many of them were originally refugees of the White Ravens, who had endured countless hardships and tears on their way to Bloodharbor. Even the Secret Order was initially established simply because Josh wanted to shelter these refugees.

Many of these refugees had been hunted down by Bazeir, and they already had a blood feud with him.

Bazel's crimes no longer need a trial; his evil deeds are known to all. Now, it is simply a matter of execution.

Bazel glared at him fiercely, his eyes filled with resentment—he was originally only one step away from becoming the Lord of the North, but now he could only become fuel for Bloodharbor, how could he not hate him?

"Originally, I just wanted to develop quietly, thinking that industrial and technological progress would change the world on its own, but now I've figured it out."

“As long as you people are not eliminated, Castel will never have a moment of peace. As long as the old shackles are not broken, there will always be someone trying to put them on our heads!”

"The North is just the beginning."

Upon hearing this, the gazes of the Christian defenders gradually became fervent.

Everyone knows that Castel and the Empire will eventually clash, and today, Hughes has brought this matter to the forefront.

War is not far off.

The lord brought them industry and technology, and now he will bring war and glory.

Hughes's gaze was icy as he raised his voice: "Now, start the fire."

Bazel twisted and struggled, her skeletal fingertips tracing across the banshee's cold armor with a sickening sound.

The massive furnace lid was slowly moved to one side. This was the first and last time the furnace chamber was opened. The workers nearby were already prepared to rivet the furnace chamber shut once Bazel went in.

Bazel's bones suddenly swelled, revealing that he was indeed secretly gathering power. A series of chilling, overlapping sounds rang out—

"Hughes—"

Hughes didn't bother arguing with him and just waved his hand.

The banshee lifted Bazel up slightly, and her six iron fists rained down on him. Bazel's strength was quickly dissipated, and he collapsed, presumably with bones all over his body.

Ash flicked the tip of her tail beside her.

She really wanted to do this job, after all, Bazel, who was covered in bones, looked quite nice to touch, but she needed to protect Hughes and couldn't leave.

Her eyes were now filled with regret.

The furnace slowly opened, already filled with contaminants as ignition material. A vast and profound will seemed to be awakened, looked up, and uttered a satisfied sigh.

Hughes knew that it was the soul of the new furnace.

The banshee lifted Bazel over and held him above the hearth, giving him one last look before letting go.

This should have been the end for Bazell.

The moment she let go, something unexpected happened.

A skeletal arm grew from Bazel's body and suddenly extended toward Hughes, just like the assassination attempt in the courtroom that day.

"As expected, Lina." Hughes sneered. He had long suspected that Lina would cause trouble for Bazel. If she could control him to carry out assassinations in the inquisition, why couldn't she control him now?
Who knows how many tricks she left up her sleeve against Bazel?

Without Hughes's prompting, a group of fully armored banshees surged forward instantly. Ash, wielding a large shield, slammed it directly into the ground.

Gaia also came to Hughes' side, ready to use her clone to block the attack for Hughes at any time.

This had been rehearsed countless times. No matter what assassination method Lina used this time, it would be thwarted. Even if it couldn't be thwarted...
Hughes glanced at Gwen, who was eager to try, beside him. She was the last line of defense; if the banshees and Gaia couldn't hold them off, she would lead him away.

Gwen is, after all, a "named person." Whether she can win in a fight is hard to say, but she's certainly good at running away.

at the same time.

Below the stage, Grisha instinctively reached for his gun, but found nothing. He was disabled and retired with honors, and no longer had any issued weapons.

However, his companions were still active duty personnel, and they immediately took out their weapons for self-defense and looked around warily.

They were then somewhat surprised to find that the firepower of these secret religious followers around them was quite strong!
The believers who were just maintaining order suddenly pulled out machine guns from somewhere and set them up. Since this was a rooftop, one machine gun could almost block out two streets.

Troops were stationed throughout the streets, not only the Secret Order, but also the Guardians of the Faith, who brought out a large amount of heavy firepower, clearly having been prepared in advance.

Ordinary firearms are difficult to kill superhumans, but Castel's power is different from that of matchlock guns outside, not to mention things like dragon breath cannons.

Grandma, carrying two Dragon Breath Cannons, excitedly searched for Lina.

Yes, Hughes's contingency plan wasn't just about assassinating Bazel; he was also prepared to confront Lina head-on.

In an instant, Blood Harbor was under martial law, and political commissars in various locations stepped forward to calm the panic and evacuate the crowd.

Just when everyone was on high alert, something unexpected happened.

Bazel, whose bones had been shattered and whose will had been controlled by Lina, was now suddenly covered in flesh and blood.

The flesh and blood grew extremely quickly; in just an instant, it had already taken on a human form.

And soon,
This change was quite unexpected for Hughes, but it didn't matter; he had prepared well enough.

"First airship squadron, descend slightly and aim your machine guns at Bazel."

"receive!"

The airship that had been carrying a banner in the air threw it away, revealing the dark muzzle of the Gatling gun at its lower gun position.

"Give him a wave first. Wait!"

Hughes' eyes widened suddenly, his face filled with disbelief. He pushed aside Ash, who was blocking his way, and looked at Bazel in shock.

As he was enveloped in flesh and blood, the face looked increasingly familiar to him; it was a face from his memory, a face he would never forget once he saw it.

She had a sharply defined face with high arched eyebrows, a pointed nose, and deep, blood-red eyes that were slightly upturned at the corners, as if she were always angry.

As a woman, she may lack some femininity, but the heroic spirit in her eyes cannot be concealed.

Isabella?!

That was Isabella, the Empress of the Rhine who was assassinated by the prince.

(End of this chapter)