Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 694 The Characteristics of [Named Individuals]

At this moment, amidst the billowing fog of the white disaster, a gigantic figure gradually emerged.

It was a giant skeletal beast.

A small head peeked out from the giant skeletal beast's massive head.

Gwen stared at the train that had stopped in the distance, her expression unreadable.

She had noticed something was wrong with the storm long ago—it was hard not to notice, as it had been chasing an airship for the past few days, darting around the North.

And there was a thread attached to the airship, the same thread that held the "Scepter Lady" in her hand.

The silk threads trembled rhythmically, like a fountain.

Today, the airship encountered a train in its panicked state. Little Gwen thought the airship had run out of fuel and was finally going to be caught.

It doesn't matter, she'll take action.

Now that Gwen has gained considerable control over the White Calamity, she followed along, shrouded in white mist, eager to make her heroic entrance when the airship couldn't hold on any longer.

As a result, that Ignatius guy had a few lightning bolts that wiped out the storm.
Little Gwen hasn't quite come to her senses yet.

The giant skeletal beast's large head looked up at the small head on top of it, as if asking Gwen what to do next.

Little Gwen scratched her head.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up: "Why don't I send the skeletons from the mist over there? There are still quite a few skeletons controlled by the Temple of the Forgotten Ones. It's too slow for me to purify them myself; one lightning strike and they're all gone."

She squinted at Ignati on the train. The old patriarch was in poor health and was being carried aside by the other [Buried Ones]. Several guards bearing the insignia of the Knights Hospitaller quickly gathered around him.

"This old guy isn't very good; he couldn't even withstand two blows." Gwen pursed her lips, then turned her gaze to the ritual iron plate that [The Burialer] was putting away.

"If we give this to Hughes, it should last him a little longer, right?"

"After all, his body was already dead, and he couldn't die again."

"If it were him, how much lightning could he control? What would that look like?"

Little Gwen witnessed the entire process of the thunder shattering the storm, and the lightning that illuminated the sky deeply shocked her.

After all, she couldn't have created such a large lightning bolt on her own; she was, after all, a [named individual].
Little Gwen was lost in thought, her gaze casually sweeping across the carriage, when she suddenly paused, startled.

She saw something completely unexpected from the train.

"Spray, fountain?"

A burst of pollution suddenly sprayed out from the shattered train window, and Beatrice got off the train while awkwardly apologizing.

After attending classes for a few days, her condition has improved, and she can even walk on her own now.

Strangely enough, while she was still lying in the steam engine, she inexplicably heard eerie and distorted whispers, and she thought she was starting to go delirious.

As a result, the delirium did not cause her to have more hallucinations. On the contrary, the more she listened, the more stable her cognition became, the better her condition became, the more she went crazy, the fewer hallucinations she had, and she was even able to stand up and walk a few steps.

Aside from having a head full of random little stories, there were no side effects.

It truly lived up to its eerie whisper; it was genuinely eerie. Unfortunately, her joy was short-lived. As if it had encountered something unclean, the airship was now being targeted by a storm.

Logically speaking, there aren't many things in this world that can threaten an airship. Even the White Disaster can't float that high, but the Storm is one of them.

Airships can indeed fly very high, but not indefinitely. The air at high altitudes in this world will begin to thin, and buoyancy will decrease. At the airship's maximum altitude, it cannot avoid storms.

So they were constantly being chased by the storm, but thankfully Beatrice was there, so they never ran out of fuel.

After several days of running away, Beatrice gradually discovered that she could control her vomit pollution.

She initially thought this was a good thing, but soon discovered with despair that she could only control half of it—she could vomit when she wanted to, but she couldn't stop vomiting when she didn't want to.

It will still suddenly spit out a bite from the front out of nowhere.

When people vomited into the buckets that had been prepared on the ground, no one thought that this "pollution fountain" was dangerous.

But when she stands in front of you and chats with you, her little face suddenly puffs up.
Just pray you're agile enough to dodge it.

Beatrice's Breath is now renowned on the airship, and the people on the train have also witnessed it.

Beatrice was just talking to a few of the [Buried Ones] when suddenly her eyes widened, and an uncontrollable warm current surged up from her abdomen, which she then gushed out a moment later.

She only had time to turn her head slightly before the raging pollution shattered the car window and sprayed out!
Before Beatrice could finish turning her head, her breath swept through the air in a fan shape, tearing a large section of the carriage apart.

After Beatrice finished spitting out her saliva, she looked apologetically at the [Buried One] who had just stood in front of her. The priest, however, felt a chill run down his spine and turned to run away.

There's no way around it, this is terrifying.
Superhumans are inherently afraid of contamination, and Beatrice's breath already contained an alarming amount of contamination, plus her breath seemed to have some additional effects.
The carriage was as brittle as a piece of paper in the face of the breath. You should know that Castel did not cut corners when manufacturing the carriage; it was made of solid steel!

Only specially designed containers for contamination can hold it all.
While on the airship, Beatrice vomited inside a steam engine, which helped suppress it. But there's no steam engine here, so Miss Beatrice's power has greatly increased, and no one can stop her from vomiting.

This breath not only startled the Burialer, but even little Gwen in the mist was stunned.

She had considered what might have happened to Beatrice and had various guesses, but this was something she truly hadn't expected.
Looking at the pollution flowing on the ground, she suddenly frowned.

"That's strange, I suddenly feel like I've forgotten something very important."

She found this feeling familiar, mainly because it had occurred to her many times recently.

This is because she gained much knowledge in the mist, and by controlling the Temple of the Forgotten, she also inherited the memories of the Forgotten, which are accompanied by pollution and, naturally, knowledge.

Unfortunately, most of this knowledge is fragmented, and it is difficult to find even with careful recall. Often, one can only remember it after seeing related things.

After all, this knowledge was forcibly instilled in her, like flipping through a book on the spot, which was both laborious and time-consuming.

For example, right now, she is staring intently at the pollution, feeling certain knowledge gradually solidifying and about to emerge.

"Pollution. The knowledge about pollution must be related to pollution, and it must have been acquired from the fog."

After racking her brains for a long time, her eyes suddenly lit up.

"I remember now, pollution. [The named person] is not afraid of pollution, and will not be corrupted by it!"

(End of this chapter)