Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 592 The world is exceptionally tolerant of her.
Gwen genuinely had no idea how the ship should sail. She excitedly touched the mast and then eagerly ran to the ship's side to watch the spinning outer wheel.

Only when you get close can you see that the steel outer wheel is not rotating, but rather the steel is constantly wriggling, with some parts protruding and some parts sinking in.

Just like a flowing light sign made up of countless individual LED beads, each LED bead simply turns on and off, but when arranged together, they form a picture.

These steel pieces wriggled and shaped themselves into various forms, making it look as if an outer wheel was rotating.

Gwen didn't sense anything was wrong; she just stared wide-eyed and exclaimed, "Amazing!"

She opened her arms and fell straight forward, landing on the deck as if embracing the ship: "Friends, you are amazing!"

The rough, cold, and hard rusted deck, covered with sharp protrusions, did not hurt her. Instead, it slowly sank in, as if responding to her embrace.

She rubbed against the deck and then turned to look at Nora.

"Lady Nora, it actually worked! The ship can really move! It's amazing!"

"No, I think you're better."

"How could that be, Lady Nora? I know nothing about sailing; it's the ship that's doing the sailing."

Nora glanced at the steel sails beside her, which were bending over as if they were billowing in the wind, and her eyes twitched.

"I don't think it can sail."

After speaking, Nora's expression turned serious, and she solemnly addressed Gwen:

“Gwen, I’m pretty sure your will has superseded reality, and this will trigger a divine intervention. Uh, here it’s called cognitive interference. Anyway, hide as soon as possible, the contamination is about to descend.”

"Recognize, cognitive interference?"

"Yes, this is taboo knowledge in the Silent Sanctuary. I have never taught you this before. There is no time to explain the specific details. You just need to know that a lot of pollution will fall from the sky around this ship."

"Huh?!" Gwen was stunned. "Then, what do we do?"

"You are a superhuman. Uh, I guess you are a superhuman. Pollution is extremely dangerous for you. You must avoid it as much as possible. However, based on experience, the area affected by pollution will be centered on this ship. Just stay away from it."

"What? But I don't want to leave my new friends. Can I hide below deck?"

"No! I said it's centered on it. As long as you don't leave it, you might encounter pollution surging from the sea of ​​ignorance."

"All right."

Outside this steel ark, the islanders of Castel were also being evacuated.

Since the island established a new experimental field and began conducting basic scientific research, cognitive interference has occurred quite frequently.

Although ordinary islanders may not encounter them, most of them have been trained to avoid the arrival of pollution.

At that moment, they began to evacuate according to the plan.

The steel ark that appeared this time was so enormous that no one could say for sure what the range of the cognitive interference would be; it might even encompass the entire island.

The arrival of pollution is spatially anchored; removing the source of interference will not change the location of the pollution, so they can only take shelter in place.

The ships at sea immediately pulled to their maximum capacity and scattered in all directions. The islanders rushed into the island's underground shelters, while the Christian guards took out their holy books, placed them on their foreheads, and whispered the name of Heus.

—This last method wasn't officially issued; it was a custom brought by the expeditionary force that rotated out from the front lines. It's said that chanting the lord's name can ward off many strange occurrences.

The islanders also encountered a lot of trouble in their attempt to escape.

For example, many of those who saw the steel ark had already gone into a temporary frenzy. The reconnaissance airship in the sky was flying erratically, as if it were drunk, clearly indicating that the navigator was half-mad. There were no resources to treat them at the moment; they could only be given some sedatives. Those without medication were given physical tranquilization before being carried into the tunnels by their companions.

Castel’s underground network of shelters has been built with provisions for food, water and ventilation. More importantly, the protection is absolutely reliable, with multiple separate sealed chambers that can greatly improve the survival rate in the face of contamination.

While the islanders sought refuge, the succubi gathered together and took no action.

Hughes himself can purify pollution, while the banshees who have signed a symbiotic contract with him and share his life force, although they cannot actively purify external pollution, will not be corrupted by it.

Simply put, it's about immunity to pollution.

Therefore, they have no need to worry about the pollution caused by cognitive interference.

If there are any casualties on the island later, they will have to assist in the rescue. Right now, this steel ark that has suddenly surfaced does not seem to pose much of a threat, so there is no need to be on guard around it the whole time.

So, in a tense atmosphere, people waited.

Little did they know that this wait would last a whole day and night.

The expeditionary force at Blood Harbor has already sailed to a more distant location, and rescue forces are ready to rush to the scene immediately should any casualties occur.

Even the prince requisitioned several civilian ships to stay on the outskirts and prepare to assist in transporting the wounded and supplies.

The harbinger sirens were all summoned and were on high alert.

The airships in the sky formed a dense circle, and from a distance, it looked like some kind of ceremony was being held.

Hughes was on an airship at that moment, looking at Castells not far away through a telescope.

"Should we evacuate some of the people first?"

"There's no need. The evacuation process would be even more dangerous. Besides, the Castel Cathedral cannot be lost. The Banshees have already committed all their forces there. Any contamination can be dealt with immediately."

Hughes rubbed his chin.

"I have a feeling that pollution is unlikely to occur."

"You mean there was no cognitive interference?"

Standing next to Hughes was Erwin, who was in charge of directing the expeditionary force on the periphery to provide assistance.

"No, there must have been cognitive interference. The state of that ship is too bizarre. It's like a donkey made of pupa, pretending to be normal in an extremely distorted way."

Hughes took a deep breath, his voice lowering: "I think Gwen might be the problem."

Erwin glanced at the massive steel ark on the sea and nodded.

"Do you think her cognitive interference won't lead to pollution?"

"More than that, the world seems to be exceptionally lenient towards her will. You've heard about her deeds, haven't you? Many things that defy the laws of physics are simply impossible for others, but she can do them. This world may be idealistic, but for her..."

"Extremely idealistic."

“Sometimes I even have the illusion that she is the embodiment of the world’s will.”

"What exactly is the 'named person'?"

(End of this chapter)