Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 475 The Unspeakable Castel II
After wandering around the house, the sense of unease grew stronger. Isaac looked up, then leaped a few times to the top of the tallest tree.

Looking down at the greenhouse from above, the "trees" in front of me gradually overlap with a certain shadow in my memory, forming an absurd conclusion.

"These are not trees, these are..."

Isaac swallowed hard, pointing incredulously at the crops below.

Rye, turnips, beets, and hawk grass

"These... are actually those short plants?"

No doubt about it, Isaac had seen these plants before, exactly the same as the ones in front of him, only many times larger.

For example, rye, which usually only reaches waist height, is like a forest here, where you have to look up to barely see the top.

Beetroots, which grow close to the ground and are short and stunted, have formed a small, house-like patch of green in this greenhouse.

Isaac slowly looked up at the "tree" he was standing on.

This is the tallest plant in the entire greenhouse.

He looked up at the huge cone-shaped fruit above him, initially thinking it was some strange thing, but now he took a closer look.
corn!?
Isaac gasped and broke off a kernel from the corn.

It was just an ordinary corn kernel, nothing special about it, except for its size—it was bigger than Isaac's fist.

Is this...is this the manor of the gods? Standing among these enormous plants, Isaac suddenly felt as if he were just a little person from a fairy tale.

What an amazing place this is!
Isaac hesitated for a moment, then stuffed the corn kernel into his inner pocket, thinking that if he were lucky enough to go back, he might be able to take it with him.

If you really bring it to Castel, perhaps Your Lordship can use it to grow a cornfield.
That way, many people wouldn't have to go hungry.

Recalling the scenes he had witnessed in the North and in the Empire, Isaac's gaze hardened—he was determined to leave this place alive and return to Castel!
As Isaac slid down the corn stalk, he was about to jump to the ground when his expression suddenly changed, and he froze, falling downwards like a doll.

At the top of the leaf stalk, Isaac's form solidified once more.

As Isaac plummeted downwards, he landed on the ground, which then slowly began to undulate as his figure gradually sank.

That's not soil, but slowly creeping solid pollution!
Isaac, still shaken, looked up with a face full of relief at surviving the ordeal.

Such extraordinary beings are extremely afraid of physical contamination; even the slightest contact can easily lead to their corruption. In this respect, ordinary people who have not come into contact with the Sea of ​​Ignorance are actually safer.

"This...this enormous crop is fed with pollution?"

Isaac suddenly remembered the pipes leading down the corridor to the underground, and he shuddered.

"Could it be that they extracted pollution from the body of an evil god to nourish plants, causing them to bear fruit?"

He pulled the corn kernel from his pocket in disbelief, his hands trembling slightly.

Using evil gods as fuel for power and pollution as nourishment to grow food, what a bizarre and terrifying existence this is!

Even powerful evil gods are merely consumables used to maintain their operation. Does such a place truly exist in the world? Isaac didn't even consider the possibility of it being an illusion—he simply couldn't imagine such a bizarre and twisted scene.

Forcibly suppressing his surging emotions, he looked at the corn kernels in his hand with a hint of awe, and after thinking for a moment, he still stuffed them into his pocket.

The greenhouse also has several platforms on the upper floors, seemingly for convenient observation and recording, and there are doors on them as well.

Isaac used the wall for leverage, jumped up, silently unlocked the door, and pushed it open.

This is another corridor, but there is a faint light in the distance.

Isaac's spirits lifted; the light meant he could leave the church!
The church was so eerie that Isaac felt he would go crazy if he stayed inside any longer.

He was about to walk in that direction when he suddenly paused.

A piercing alarm rang out, and through his extraordinary senses, he could vaguely feel a slight tremor in the ground.

Someone is running past quickly!
The church's owner has discovered his escape!
Isaac no longer had time to slowly investigate; he rushed towards the light like lightning.

Turning the corner, the dark corridor was instantly filled with light. Isaac struggled to open his eyes despite the glare, and everything around him was slightly blurry.

This place appears to be a courtyard, with layers of buildings visible below, and even a huge metal furnace leading directly underground.

Twisted and twisted metal pipes covered the surface, and faint glimmers of fire shone through the observation holes. The churning solid pollution seemed to carry the unwilling howls of an evil god, which was mercilessly melted into slag by steel.

Isaac shuddered and dared not look any longer, feeling as if this place was a living hell.

He quickly looked up. Since this was a courtyard with sunlight above, there must be a way out from above!

Sure enough, this place was close to the top floor. He climbed over the railing of the courtyard, used his legs to exert force, and leaped upwards layer by layer!
At the very top of the church was a stone monument above the courtyard, which looked like a memorial. Isaac didn't dare to imagine what kind of being would be commemorated in such a terrifying church, so he only glanced at it and prepared to leave.

But that one glance made him freeze in place.

"Chloe?"

A diary hung on the stone tablet, and Isaac recognized it immediately—it was Chloe's diary!
As the leader of the Fire-Chasing Moths, Chloe can use this diary to communicate with the beings within the pupa, and even to have simple conversations with Brother Kesch, making it extremely magical and valuable.

At that moment, familiar fluctuations emanated from the diary!
Chloe's soul resides in this diary!?
Isaac's pupils trembled. There was only one possibility: Chloe had died, but her soul was preserved through the [pupa], and she was communicating with the mortal world through this diary.

Chloe is dead?! The Chief is dead?!
Isaac was momentarily shaken. Chloe might not be the strongest fighter among the Firemoths, but her overall knowledge and abilities were the greatest, and even she couldn't handle the situation.
A chill ran through Isaac. Did Castel still exist? Did the Moth of Fire still exist?

Could his Ash Alliance be the last embers of the organization?

No, he must leave this place alive, he must preserve the last legacy of the Fire-Chasing Moth!

Ignoring the danger, Isaac rushed toward the memorial and grabbed Chloe's diary!

(End of this chapter)