Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 693 The White Disaster of the Bystanders

The rune module lit up, and Ignati's eyes also lit up.

It no longer seemed to be a pair of pupils, but two bright bolts of lightning, with blazing white light radiating from his eyes like scattered starlight in the air.

His gaze fell upon a string of charred marks on the interior panel of the carriage, and he quickly realized it, looking out the window at the storm in the distance.

"Stop here!" He pointed, and the lightning followed his will forward. Outside the carriage, a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket suddenly struck down from the sky, like a hot knife cutting into butter, piercing straight into the hurricane. The tundra under the dark clouds was instantly illuminated as bright as day.

The storm paused for a moment.

The howling tornado seemed to have been tripped up, and the originally towering blackness suddenly swayed, almost being cleaved apart.

The lightning that struck just moments before almost blinded people. The bright flash was like staring directly at the sun for a moment, lingering in their eyes for a long time, causing them to feel dizzy and dark.

That's an exaggeration!

"Is this the power of a storm generator?!"

"The test site is far inferior to this!"

"This is a real storm and lightning!"

"How is this possible? How could it be so powerful!"

Ignati slowly shook his head, knowing that it wasn't entirely due to the storm generator.

The storm outside had already accumulated a lot of potential energy from lightning; he simply released it.

To put it simply, he was more like the detonator that set off the explosives; the exaggerated effect of the explosion was not entirely caused by him.

Therefore, although he had many charred marks all over his body, his injuries were not serious. Ignatie assessed his physical condition and then raised his head again.

The hurricane outside had weakened considerably and was now somewhat on the verge of collapse. Ignati pressed his advantage and reached out again!

boom! boom! boom!
Bolts of lightning struck down, and this time Ignati activated the storm generator continuously. The storm instantly turned into a thunderstorm. The lightning bolts falling from the sky were like the pillars of a prison, grabbing the storm and then instantly shredding it!
The wind howled, its sharp sound like nails scraping against iron plates, piercing and mournful, like the wailing of someone on the verge of death.

Then, with another loud boom, the final bolt of lightning completely shattered the tornado.

The storm that had gathered together suddenly dispersed in all directions, bringing with it wind and rain.

The storm that chased the train, resembling an apocalyptic scene, has now turned into a scene of utter devastation.

The train gradually slowed down and finally came to a stop.

The storm behind them had long since subsided, and even the dark clouds had been scattered by the continuous lightning strikes, allowing rays of sunlight to fall and illuminate the tundra.

The passengers in the carriage stared in disbelief at the scene, the indescribable shock leaving a bright mark on their memories like a flash of lightning.

People leaned out of the train windows and then got off. They should have been celebrating, but their eyes held a hint of confusion.

"Knot, is it over?"

"The storm was actually... split apart?"

"How is that possible, my God!"

The storm was incredibly powerful, beyond human control, but so was the lightning that had just fallen from the sky. It wasn't that the storm had disappeared too easily, but rather that the lightning that had just gathered was unstoppable.

As people came to understand this crucial point, their gazes toward the storm generator and Ignati gradually shifted to one of awe.

Especially those who were "burying" others, their eyes shone with excitement.

These "Buried Ones," though virtually immortal and possessing extraordinary physical abilities, are somewhat at a disadvantage when facing other superhumans. They are more like ordinary strongmen, lacking truly miraculous supernatural powers.

At this moment, seeing Ignati, who is like a god, who would not feel awe?

This power is something that each of them can obtain. The ritual rune templates in the carriage were placed by their own hands. They had all tested Castel's storm generator in the test field. Ignati could be replaced by any one of them.

This attraction is almost fatal.

For a moment, the hearts of the [Buried Ones] were in turmoil. They had originally gone to the North to build the Silent Sanctuary, but now their hearts were all drifting towards Castel.

"I heard Castel is going to war with the Candlelight Society," a [Buried One] whispered.

Everyone else looked over, but then tacitly looked away.

Castel took in the people of the White Ravens and helped the resistance, thus becoming a friend of the Holy Church.

Speaking of which, Nora had already arrived in Castel long ago.
People were in turmoil.

Ignati stood in the now-dormant ritual module, looking down at his hands.

His fingers were charred and badly injured; his moment of controlling lightning was not without cost.

But this price is insignificant compared to the power unleashed.

Give him a flail and send him charging a thousand times, and he could not stop the storm behind him, but now he has done it.

For some reason, Nora's words echoed in his ears, and her angry face resurfaced in his memory.

"A thousand years have passed. A thousand years ago, the Holy Temple survived only through sacrifice, and a thousand years later, it still relies solely on sacrifice!"

Ignati looked at his hands.

He stopped the storm as the Patriarch of the Silent Church, not by sacrifice, but by the storm generator beneath his feet.

What couldn't be done through sacrifice, was accomplished through technology; a disaster that couldn't be stopped by human power was averted by Castells.

At the moment the lightning struck, he was like a god, but any [Buried One] could have done the same.

"Castel, you have tamed the lightning."

As Ignati stood there, he suddenly felt the weight of time. He had lived for many years and witnessed countless rises and falls, yet none of that could truly leave a mark on the world.

And Castells, before he even realized it, had already changed the entire world.

For the first time, he felt the weight of time. This world, which had seemed to have stood still, slowly began to move. When he looked up, he suddenly realized that he had been left behind.

"Change the world"

Long-buried memories knocked on the door of his heart, and it was as if flames were appearing before Ignati's eyes. These were things from a very, very long time ago, memories he thought he had forgotten.

"The Great Sage Bruno's Mechanical Society [Named]"

Ignati's face was covered in soot, but his eyes gradually brightened.

Not far from the train and the airship, fog was thick.

There was no white fog here originally, but just as the storm was chasing the train, the white fog spread here at an extremely fast speed, encircling the entire railway and the storm from afar, but then stopped not far away.

(End of this chapter)