Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 602 Are you awake?
The priest who was hit looked much more pained; his head was covered in bruises, his brows were furrowed, and his face was creased into a bun shape.

Richard felt he could understand him quite well. The Burialers' physical abilities were truly remarkable. He thought it was already absurd that Nora could survive having her head chopped off, but now it seemed that the other Burialers were also full of hidden talents.

Just as Richard was about to stand up and try to persuade him, the young priest's eyelids twitched and he successfully opened his eyes.

He paid no attention to the unfamiliar surroundings. Richard, the strange superhuman standing next to him, didn't even glance at the pile of tattered helmets on the ground. Instead, he stared at Gwen in terror and shouted:

"Stop smashing! Stop smashing! I'm awake! I'm really awake!!"

Nora and Richard's eyes lit up, while Gwen looked somewhat disappointed, as if she hadn't had enough.

"It actually works!?"

"Of course it will be useful. This is a proper awakening ritual. This is how we awaken our companions."

"Your wake-up method must wear out your helmet quite a bit."

Gwen glanced at the helmets scattered on the floor, a hint of hesitation in her voice: "Normally, it wouldn't need to be smashed this many times."

"Yes! That's right! No need to smash it anymore, I'm already awake! Gwen, quickly put the flails away!!" The priest's eyes were filled with terror and, well, the will to survive.

"You're bleeding from your head, shall I treat you?" Gwen swung her flail, somewhat eager to try. "I remember this flail can also be used for healing."

"No! No need! It's just a minor injury!" The priest forced a smile, completely ignoring the streaks of blood running down his head.

“Alright.” Gwen’s hand holding the flail fell to her sides, her tone tinged with disappointment, but she then turned to look at the other priests still lying in bed.

For some reason, Richard felt that the priests seemed to tremble all at once.

"Hello, friend from the Silent Sanctuary. I'm the doctor here. Please lie down and don't move. I'll bandage you up. Don't worry, Gwen won't come over. Hmm, headaches are normal."

Richard went over to the priest, offering words of comfort as he took out a bandage and began to bandage the priest's wound.

The bandaging was completed quickly, and the bleeding stopped, but it didn't seem to have much of a calming effect. He still looked at Gwen in the distance with a terrified expression—

boom! boom! boom!
After confirming that the traditional awakening ritual of the Silent Church was effective, Gwen enthusiastically began to awaken the other priests.

She lined up the priests, put on their helmets, and started swinging them one by one.

Richard couldn't help but gasp at the speed; it was no slower than the Banshee's six-handed volley, was it?

Although the banshee has six arms, Gwen can swing six times per second, which is no less than that of a human.

A symphony suddenly filled the small treatment room, the instruments of which were made by the church and sounded very sacred.

It just wears out the helmet a bit.

"Do you have any helmets left?" Gwen looked at the pile of old helmets on the ground, then at the priests who were huddled together with their heads in their hands.

Wherever her gaze fell, the priests there recoiled in terror. Richard, who had already retreated outside the door, peeked inside cautiously, then quickly shrank back.

"There probably aren't any of this design. Would a steel helmet work?"

The expeditionary force was uniformly issued steel helmets, the design of which was personally designed by Hughes, referencing the design of World War II, and could effectively protect against musket fire.

Although the expeditionary force did not have many scenes of exchanging fire with the enemy in the north.

"Bring some over first, I want to test the feel of it." Gwen shook the flail in her hand. This incense burner was indeed sturdy, befitting a weapon used only by superhumans. Gwen was already considering whether she should get a flail in addition to her longsword.

As expected of the Silent Sanctuary, the weapon design feels just right, and she had a blast swinging it.

The priests in the Silent Sanctuary might have other thoughts, but they had just woken up, were still dazed from the ordeal, and looked at Gwen with instinctive fear.

They basically knew the details of what happened, after all, it wasn't just a simple matter of smashing with a flail. The incense burner specially made by the Silent Sanctuary could actually carry a will, and Gwen had already given them a general idea of ​​what was going on after smashing it for so long.

Castells was not short of military equipment, and Richard quickly got Gaia to bring a large number of steel helmets from the military factory.

The curved design at the top of this helmet effectively disperses the force of the impact, protecting the head. As a result, the priests who were awakened later were in much better condition, at least they were no longer bleeding from their heads.

Soon, the priests of the Silent Sanctuary were awakened. Although they looked somewhat miserable, the injuries were not serious for the buried ones. It was just that the long period of unconsciousness had damaged their souls to some extent, and they needed to rest for a while.

As for why the coma caused by the injury to the soul could be awakened by physical means, it can only be said that Nora's will to smash the incense burner into their minds was indeed effective and successfully penetrated their souls.

Until the last person, a slightly aged man, after Gwen's haphazard knocking, he stood up unsteadily and looked around in confusion: "Where...am I?"

“This is Castel, Patriarch Ignati,” Nora said calmly from the side.

Ignati instinctively reached up to touch his head, but instead removed a somewhat deflated expeditionary helmet. He stared at it in confusion for a moment, then his expression suddenly turned serious: "Castel? You mean this is Castel? What about the White Calamity in the North?"

The priests in the silent sanctuary all looked up. They were not fully conscious due to their long coma, and it wasn't until the patriarch mentioned them that they remembered the reason for their coma.

"Do you still have any memories of what happened after you entered the White Disaster?"

Ignati gave Nora a deep look, then his gaze lingered on Richard for a moment before he slowly said:

“There are some, but not many. We tried to initiate the ritual after entering the White Disaster, but something was wrong. The White Disaster, also known as the Forgotten Sanctuary, seems to be different. Not only did we fail to control it, but we were also rejected by it.”

"And then you were thrown out?"

"Were we thrown out? I have no memory of this place. I only remember trying to fight against the beings in the White Disaster with my will, but I was completely powerless and then I passed out."

Ignati took a deep breath and stood up unsteadily: "Now that we are in Castel, the White Calamity should have taken over most of the continent, right? Nora, we need to unite to deal with the Forgotten Sanctuary."

Nora didn't say anything; she just rolled her eyes.

(End of this chapter)