Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 664 Supreme Agreement

She stumbled headlong into the Vatican's encirclement, like a moth drawn to a spider's web.

They placed a triple crown, symbolizing the Pope, on her head.

From that day on, she was no longer free; from that day on, she was constantly thinking about breaking free from this net.

But today, she failed.

From beginning to end, she was just a pawn, caught in someone else's scheme. She broke free from the net, only to find that the outside world was just another, larger net.

The Papacy, the Empire, the nobility, surnames, bloodlines—one net after another tightly bound her, leaving her only able to make self-righteous struggles.

Now, she has reached a dead end.

The influx of seawater stopped, and her ascension ritual remained completely undisturbed. However, the seawater that had been injected into her body during the ritual began to churn.

Perhaps she should have given up, she should have given up from the very beginning. She knew she couldn't escape this net; once that crown was placed on her head, she could never take it off.

How did she find the courage to start struggling back then?
Yes, what was I struggling so desperately for back then?
For that Earl Hughes?

No, she did want to see Count Hughes, but that wasn't the real reason.

At that moment, the pollution within her body boiled like hot oil, and countless enemy guns were pointed at her all around, waiting for her to lose control. Instead, Beatrice calmed down.

Her short life flashed before her eyes. From a young age, she was forced to learn various aristocratic etiquettes. When she was a little older, she was sent to the church, simply because she had the name Ruo'an.

Then, he became pope and wore the crown.
Her life was constantly being arranged by others, and she never stopped struggling.

She inexplicably possessed what others strived for their entire lives but could not obtain, and what she desired.
Only freedom.

Her mind had never been so clear, and her will hardened once more. If she were a mortal, she might have been able to reach the extraordinary through this willpower, but now, she had no choice but to make one last decision.

Beatrice endured the pain all over her body, ignoring the increasingly intense hallucinations, gritted her teeth, and started walking forward, staggering unsteadily.

Since you've chosen to struggle, then struggle until you die.

The man frowned as he watched Beatrice inching her way toward the gap in the pipe.

“Michelle, we.”

"Stop her."

The man waved his hand, and the investigators walked towards Beatrice with their guns at the ready.

But just then, a buzzing sound came from beneath their feet again.

Bang!

Another loud crash rang out, this time even louder than the previous two.

"What is that sound? I've heard it several times tonight. Is it the Mechanical Sanctuary's doing?" Michelle felt something was amiss. "Impossible. The Mechanical Sanctuary has always had people watching them. They couldn't have made any further preparations."

"Forget it, we have plenty of investigators here."

The man glanced around; the presence of his companions reassured him somewhat. This was practically all the Candlelight Society's investigators—dozens in total, enough to overthrow a country; the Pope before him was merely at his last gasp.

The investigators brought the giant cannon to a slow stop, the rift in reality began to heal, the floodwaters stopped flowing, and they immediately surrounded Beatrice.

Bang!

Another violent tremor struck, as if the entire church had been shaken by an earthquake. A lot of debris fell from the ceiling. The investigator barely managed to keep his balance thanks to his superhuman physique and avoid falling.

The buzzing sound was so close that they finally discovered the direction from which it was coming—right beneath their feet!
There's something down there!!!

boom!
Just as they were reacting, a huge hole suddenly split open in the floor, and a massive steel structure burst forth!
"Brother Frey, is this the world above? It's so beautiful!"

"Hmm, this is the ground, but I have a feeling I've come to some incredible place." Frey stood on the massive steel giant, squinting at the investigators below.

"Brother Frey, these machines on the wall are amazing! As expected of people from the ground, even if Little B would have a hard time building these things, it would take him quite a while. Uh, how come they're all dead?"

Sitting in the driver's seat, Xiao Bu looked at the corpse on the ground.

She didn't recognize the Mechanical Sanctuary, but looking at the mechanical limbs and the investigators holding muskets nearby, she was struck by their presence.

"Brother Frey, are these the bad guys?"

Frey scratched his head. To be honest, he was also a little confused about the situation, but since arriving in Rhine, he had at least learned one thing:

Just beat up those Candlelight Vigil members, you can't go wrong!

"Never mind, let's beat them up first, then we'll talk! Lady Gaia's beacon is nearby, they must be fighting with them!"

"okay!"

Xiao Bu grabbed the lever that had been converted from a crowbar and pulled it down to the bottom!
Inside the "big guy's" body, a dilapidated steam engine spewed out greenish smoke and let out a sharp roar as the entire machine charged towards the crowd!
"Who are you? Remnants of the Mechanical Sanctuary? As expected, you were prepared to rebel all along!" Michelle sneered, and with a few [Investigators], she flashed to the vicinity of the cockpit.

"Heh, the war machines of the Mechanical Sanctuary are indeed powerful, but they are still operated by people. Once you operators are killed, even the largest machine is useless."

As they spoke, several investigators rammed straight into the cockpit of the little guy.

"Oh no!" Frey exclaimed in surprise. He hadn't had much contact with superhumans, yet these superhumans had discovered the weaknesses of these machines so quickly.

Two thick pipes, about the size of a bowl, were erected in Little Brook's cockpit, spewing out acidic liquid. The two investigators had to activate a barrier to dodge to the side, but Michelle had already rushed in front of Little Brook.

He reached out and grabbed at Little Brooks' chest. Frey tried to stop him, but his body couldn't keep up with his mind.

when!
Michelle's hand was grabbed by a mechanical arm. He looked up in surprise, and his eyes widened instantly when he saw what was blocking his way.

"Gears, gears, sages?! Aren't they only good for lecturing?"

The robot in front of him looked down at him, its mechanical arm tightly gripping Michel's wrist. It was none other than the Gear Sage who lectured day and night in the Gear Sanctuary.

At this moment, its gentle tone from the classroom was gone. The indicator light on its chest lit up a dangerous red, the gears on its face turned, and the camera in its eye socket locked onto the man.

"The Supreme Protocol: Protect Humanity." It turned its head, looking at Little B. "Madam, should I eliminate these alien races that threaten you?"

(End of this chapter)