Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 735 Strange Movements of the Stellar Furnace
Monica, standing beside the reactor, brightened up and loudly repeated Hughes's instructions.

Beside her was Beatrice, the fountain lady, who had recovered considerably and was also there to observe the ceremony—perhaps to learn about her future workplace.

After waiting for a long time, Tata immediately pulled the control lever. He was the commander-in-chief, but not being able to operate it himself was worse than death for him, especially since this was the first experiment.

Before them was a ceremony venue that was more than half the size of a hall, with a dense network of pipes that was more than ten times more complex than the storm generator.

Tata's designs often have this characteristic: bulky and cluttered, yet they always manage to function in a magical way.

However, this is just a trial version, and there is still a lot of room for future optimization. Moreover, it has not been modularized yet, since this thing can only be used near the stellar furnace, and the portability requirement is not that high.

Perhaps Bloodharbor will install one in the future, but for now, Isabella still occupies the energy hub.

As the joystick was pulled down, the fully automatic prayer module slowly began to move. Unlike the storm generator, this time the object of the prayer was the one in the stellar furnace, so the coyote did not need to rotate.

Instead, a new conduit was opened in the stellar furnace, from which physical contamination flowed out and then returned through sacrifice, replacing the coyotes.

“Next time I’ll take you to see the storm generator, you can see coyotes spinning around there!” Monica whispered to Beatrice.

Beatrice stared in amazement at the contaminated pipe flowing out—her flow rate wasn't that high; the Stellar Furnace was the real fountain, while hers was just a small pipe.

She clenched her fists and secretly resolved to work hard.

As the energy module was activated, the entire tsunami generator gradually lit up, and the complex ritual circuit trembled slightly, emitting a buzzing sound.

Hughes watched the live stream in the mind link and felt something was off.

I had a vague feeling about the storm generator before, but I couldn't quite grasp it at the time. But today, looking at this complex ritual circuit, the more I look at it, the more it seems to resemble...
Circuit board?
hiss!
Hughes was surprised by his own idea. Come to think of it, rituals, being such precise and complex things, naturally have something in common with circuit boards.

Thinking about it this way, the bio-modification technology of the Mechanical Sanctuary is somewhat similar.

Although their modification process was not scientific at all, the results were very close.

If we could truly miniaturize storm generators and tsunami generators like we do with chips...
Hughes glanced at Ash beside him; her armor had plenty of empty spaces, so etching some circuits wouldn't be a problem at all.

Storm generators summon storms, while tsunami generators collect rainfall.
The Banshee can only unleash her full power in the sea, so why not just create a sea right there?

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the burgeoning ideas in his mind, Hughes looked down at the sea in front of him.

The weather was nice today, calm and peaceful. Seabirds soared overhead, occasionally skimming the surface of the sea and snatching up a fish.

Suddenly, the slowly surging seawater stopped for a moment.

It stopped at the lowest point, and the waves did not surge up again, but remained there quietly, as if gathering strength.

The entire sea became eerily quiet, as smooth as a mirror, looking almost unreal.

But those on site, looking at this motionless sea, felt a chill run down their spines.

Even Hughes could feel the gradually surging power in the seawater. The calm surface of the sea looked like a pot lid, seemingly ordinary, but underneath it was already boiling over.

Finally, the waves surged up.

Almost instantly, the raging waves shattered the silence, gathering together to form a high wall of water, as if suddenly rising from the sea.

Hughes felt a sudden darkness engulf him as shadows fell—the towering wall of water blocked out the sun. A tsunami had arrived.

"How can the waves be so big?!"

People were momentarily panicked. They had thought the seawater would gradually rise and eventually form a tsunami, but the effect was unexpectedly good. No, the effect was far better than the original ritual of the Church of the Sea God!
Could it be because of that person in the stellar reactor?

Ash flashed forward, blocking Hughes's path, and simultaneously shouted through the mental link: "Control the direction of the tsunami! Don't let it hit Castel! Quickly!"

Meanwhile, in front of the stellar reactor, Tata, sweating profusely, frantically manipulated the control levers: "No! I can't control it! The ritual has gone out of control!"

Monica immediately rushed over to help, and Beatrice also wanted to join in, but she felt her body stiffen as a terrifying yet familiar feeling enveloped her.

It felt like falling into an ice cave, as if my consciousness was being crushed by a high mountain and then mercilessly trampled over.

Beatrice turned her head stiffly and saw a cold eye through the observation hole of the star furnace.

It is Him! That evil god in the furnace!

Beatrice's heart pounded. It wasn't an illusion after all. There really was an evil god in this furnace, and it had its eyes on her again!

"The furnace pressure is too high!" the stoker shouted. "It's exceeded the warning level!"

"It's still rising! It's almost at the safety threshold!"

"Too fast! Something's not right!"

Beatrice felt a chill run down her spine. Perhaps the evil god wasn't after her at all; He hadn't paid any attention to anyone in front of him. But when she became aware of His presence, she nearly went mad.

What to do? What to do?!

Beatrice tried to recall how she had solved it last time, but her mind was a complete mess, as if a thousand bells were ringing in unison, making it impossible for her to find herself.

Beatrice's mind went blank. She tried to save herself, but her scattered consciousness could no longer control her body, and her body could only act on instinct.

For a moment, she was filled with despair—her intuition was too sharp, which allowed her to sense the abnormality in the stellar furnace, but her keen perception dragged her into utter ruin.

Beatrice's consciousness was gradually leaving her body. Her will could no longer sustain her existence in the Sea of ​​Unconsciousness, and she could only watch helplessly as she headed towards destruction.

She felt herself floating higher and higher, higher and higher.
Ok?
A flicker of curiosity suddenly flashed through my fading consciousness.

How could she see her own body praying?
After a moment of hesitation, she realized that her body's instinct might be to pray to "that being." Although she had been reminding herself to be careful, she now discovered that she was subconsciously dependent on Him.

Even though she didn't know His name, she could only occasionally hear His whispers and some strange and wonderful knowledge.

Without a name, without coordinates and direction in the sea of ​​ignorance, such prayers are unlikely to be of any use.

Beatrice gave a bitter smile, just as she was about to accept her fate, when suddenly a thought struck her and she turned to look at the Stellar Furnace.

Those cold, indifferent eyes were now staring at her as if they had seen a ghost.

(End of this chapter)