Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 739 The White-Robed Hughes Moved!

The sea was calm and still.

Hughes held his hand out in the air, and nothing seemed to have changed. Little Gwen waited for a while, and gradually showed signs of impatience.

She turned her head, about to say something to Hughes, when the skeletal beast beneath her suddenly trembled.

Little Gwen lost her balance and almost fell off, but luckily the fog cleared and she regained her balance.

She paid no attention to any of that, and instead turned her head to stare straight at the distant sea.

Standing atop this colossal skeletal beast, her senses were far more acute than elsewhere, allowing her to perceive its presence.
Something is surging beneath the surface of the sea.

At this moment, Hughes' eyes gradually emitted a blue-white light, and he slowly raised his hand.

"You're controlling the seawater?!" Little Gwen exclaimed in shock.

Hughes smiled but did not answer. He simply focused his attention on the distance and gestured towards the sea.

Little Gwen turned her head to look, and then her eyes widened.

There was no longer a calm sea there, but a wall of seawater.

It wasn't a tsunami-like wave stirred up by the furnace, but rather straight up and down, with seawater as smooth as a mirror.

That was by no means some natural force, but rather a personal will that transcends reality, a power that mortals can never reach.

As Hughes gathered more and more power, he finally vaguely sensed that he had crossed a certain boundary—

He lifted up almost the entire ocean before him, and this was just the beginning. Hughes had a feeling that if he wanted to, it would only be a matter of time before he could drain the entire Storm Ocean dry.

Create rivers on land?
That's nothing. He can now submerge the entire continent underwater and sink the Saint Mir Empire!
Such immense power, a force beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Click.

Hughes suddenly felt dizzy.

Between the thrones.

A heavy, long table stood in the center of the room, with several figures seated on either side, while a golden throne stood high on it.

The person on the throne was stunned for a moment, then suddenly his face twitched, and his whole body became lively, as if something had slowly entered his body.

He raised his head somewhat blankly, looked around, rubbed his temples, and then, as if remembering something, his eyes widened in shock.

"What...what just happened? What is this feeling?"

"I am dead?!"

"??????"

"No, why? I just tried using my power and I died instantly?"

"Putting all that aside, wasn't I descended into the body of the worker Hughes? That was already a dead body, how could I die again?"

Hughes felt his memories were a bit jumbled, as if he had just woken up from an incredibly long dream and was even having trouble distinguishing reality from the present.

He immediately looked at the body of the worker Hughes, wanting to see what was going on, but suddenly changed his mind.

"That body isn't important. If it's lost, so be it. At worst, we won't be able to add Beatrice and the others to our group chat anymore. Let's check on Lord Hughes first."

He then turned to look at Lord Hughes.

Lord Hughes and worker Hughes sat on opposite sides of the long table, and it was normal for his gaze to inevitably sweep over the other bodies.

But this time, his gaze suddenly froze.

Hughes rubbed his eyes, then looked up.
White-robed Xiu Si.

Beside the long table stood a body dressed in a white priest's robe. It was the only body that he had not created, and it had been there ever since Hughes awoke.

The body never responded to his gaze, simply sitting there motionless.

Hughes tried almost every method he could think of, but he still couldn't move the body even an inch.

He once thought that the body, like the long table, was just a decoration in the room.

But now, that body slowly raised its head.

Hughes' heart pounded wildly, and his mouth went dry.

He even had an urge to hurry up and leave this place, but he immediately suppressed it.

This is the throne room, where he hides his deepest secrets and one of his greatest assets. He absolutely cannot let this place slip away!

Forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart, Hughes forced himself to look at the white-robed Hughes: "Who are you?"

The white-robed Hughes did not respond. He simply raised his head slowly, met Hughes's gaze, and then...
He shook his head slightly.

Before Hughes could react, he lowered his head again, returning to his previous state, motionless.

Hughes: "."

"Are you there?"

"Hello?"

"What does shaking your head mean?"

"who are you?"

Hughes asked a few questions carefully, but there was no response from the other side at all.

He was now at a loss. After thinking for a moment, he began to concentrate and try to "descend" on the white-robed Hughes.

—It failed.

There was no reaction; it was as if the person sitting there was a puppet, exactly the same as before.

Hughes then spent a considerable amount of time trying every possible method he could think of, but to no avail.

Finally, he stared at the white-robed Hughes, and hesitated for a moment.

He considered checking out the other bodies first, but dared not leave this place.

What if that white-robed Hughes is an enemy and tries to harm him while he's away?
But there was no point in just waiting. Hughes glared at the white-robed Hughes for a while, and finally sighed.

Somewhat reluctantly, he shifted his gaze, met Lord Hughes's eyes, and chose [Descent].

Castells, Hughes slowly opened his eyes from in front of his desk.

Looking around, and then checking the banshees' chat group through the mind link, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Lord Xiu Si's body is still intact.

The next moment, his eyes went vacant again, and he returned to the throne room.

There seemed to be no unusual movement between the thrones, and the white-robed Hughes remained in a puppet-like state.

Hughes descended several more times, and finally felt a little relieved.

Although the reason why the white-robed Hughes has acted strangely is unknown, there is no indication that he poses any threat at present.

The mysterious death of worker Hughes, on the contrary, is more noteworthy.

Hughes returned to the throne room and looked at the worker Hughes.

This was his first attempt to descend into this body since his return.

Seeing the worker Hughes slowly raise his head, he felt a little more relaxed.

Sure enough, this body can still descend. It had such a big hole in its chest before and it was no problem. This inexplicable death will not affect its descent.

His consciousness gradually blurred, and Hughes knew that he was about to successfully descend into the world.

But at that moment, a sudden inspiration flashed in his mind.

"The white-robed Hughes had just recovered, and his only action was to shake his head at me."

"Perhaps... he isn't the enemy?"

"Then why would he do that?"

"Is this a reminder?"

"Shake your head. Remind the worker of Hughes's death."

Hughes was startled and immediately tried to abort his descent.

Unfortunately, it was too late; his vision went black.

(End of this chapter)