Industrial Cthulhu? It's Cthulhu Industrial!!

Chapter 5 Gift (Please read!)
Leon collected some medals hidden by humans.

The woman was not actually the first to discover it, but she was the first to bring it up.

This very human, even overly human, performance also aroused some extra interest in Leon.

These created life forms do seem to have all the qualities and characteristics of humans, such as being sneaky and cunning, and secretly hiding important things.

To be honest, Li Ang felt that there might be something wrong with his gene seed or thinking. What kind of thinking circuit could allow him to secretly hide some props in such an environment and not take them out or use them?
He punished some humans who secretly concealed the news, gave the woman more food, and then asked the strongest and best-eyed person to accompany him to the rocky beach to find the source of the fragments, and quickly realized the problem.

“…a harbinger of the times.”

Standing on the pile of rocks and looking at the scattered traces, Leon quickly recognized the origin of these relics through his aristocratic knowledge.

In 1737, the Empire's seventh expeditionary fleet arrived at the Misty Islands.

This was the last large-scale overseas survey operation after the founding of the Empire and before the dispersal of the Storm Wall, and it also defined the current world pattern.

The Glorious Queen's Fleet, composed of the former Kingdom of Hibernia, the Kingdom of Caledonia, and the Kingdom of Britannia, successfully explored the approximate structure of the world today, and through changes in the geological environment, deduced that the Storm Wall would weaken and dissipate in ten years, laying the foundation for the great geographical discoveries and the conquest of the New World.

It was also from this expedition that they brought the Mandala Department and the Goddess of Fertility, injecting the final recycling element into the Empire's flesh and blood industry.

That colonial development department eventually evolved into one of the empire's vast wings, Battra Biotechnology.

But it is clear that the official records are incomplete.

At least the battlefield is not here.

It is obvious that a fierce battle broke out here nearly seventy years ago.

The battle seemed to be related to gods and wizards, and destroyed at least three large ships and their servant ships, as Leon had found medals and ship emblems of three different origins.

But what makes people feel a little strange, or even a little frightened, is that seventy years ago, the empire had begun to use the rituals and curses of the gods to increase its resistance and attack capabilities against supernatural powers. However, in the rocky beach on the island, Leon discovered a small problem.

This rocky beach, which is some distance away from the original landing coast, is littered with various relics.

For example, there were rotten ship planks, rusted and decayed weapons, statues that had long since lost their function, and a large number of human skeletons and some biological components that had long since lost their flesh.

But the only thing I didn't see was anything left behind by the enemy.

Was it because they, as victors, had cleaned up their own battlefield? Or was the battle simply a one-sided massacre?

"What do you think, Charlemagne?"

"Charlemagne?"

The man who was searching with Leon at the edge of the rocky beach looked up in surprise, then pointed at himself in disbelief.

"You, are you talking about me? I am lucky enough to be named by you? Even though I have done nothing and even ignored the secrets those people kept from you?"

"Yes, your name is Charlemagne. I just decided that."

Throwing the rusty sword in his hand onto the stone, Leon responded casually:
"I can't call you 'Hello, that human' or 'Hello, that woman'. You need a code name. Although I can communicate my thoughts and connections mentally, you still need to mark each other. Isn't that what names are for?"

"Yes, you are right, sir, that is indeed the case..."

"So, do you have any ideas? Anything will do."

"grown ups……"

Charlemagne looked at Leon walking on the water with some embarrassment. He looked at the ice under his feet and the ability of his blood to not sink in the ocean. He said softly with some embarrassment:
"You are a god yourself. Perhaps if you only tap into your own strength or senses a little, you could become even more powerful than I could ever imagine."

"God? I'm not the kind of pathetic creature that would be bound by the gravity of the planet. When I landed, I saw... Oh no, wait a minute." Looking at the humble man in front of him, Leon was suddenly stunned and looked at his system prompt.

'System prompt: There are certain risks in the area you are in, please pay attention to safety!'

'System prompt: There are only forty-eight hours left until your bloodline depletion ends!'

"..."

It is known that during the farewell process, the words left on the envelope are important information, and it is even necessary to use deliberately distorted words to provide oneself with as much information and hints as possible.

He also knew that part of his family had been in this sea area during the war.

It would take three days to consume one's blood, and the message in the envelope also said that there would be a disaster in three days.

That is to say, if he didn't find anything within three days, he would be doomed, at least in the eyes of his family. However, as long as he had the family bloodline, it seemed that there would be no big problem.

Then what we need to do next is very simple.

"This is how blood is used most of the time."

Looking at the broken rocky beach, Li Ang stood up, showed his wrist, and gently stroked it with his fingers.

A streak of bright silver blood mixed with a hint of dark blue slowly dripped from the wrist, gradually folding and twisting in the air, and then fell on the wooden boards arranged on the rocky beach.

Every presentation of witchcraft and mythology means the manifestation of supernatural forces, as if the rocky beach itself is flowing backwards and entangled, and the countless corpses underground and the ritual of taking out hearts are activated by the cold blood. These soldiers who voluntarily sacrificed their lives died on this battlefield for this moment.

Their deaths were exchanged for a tiny amount of benefits.

For example, a small site can be preserved without human intervention for nearly a hundred years.

The empire has always been driven by human lives and rituals, and this bloodiness is not only required of the enemy, but also of oneself.

System prompt: You have detected a hidden historical truth! The crews of three warships were attacked by both friendly and enemy forces. Their blood and curses conceal a place of betrayal! Countless conspiracies and hatreds have made this place a magical node. You have obtained a very small, renewable magical resource! Magic income +1!

"System prompt: You have discovered the secret of the Seventh Expeditionary Fleet. The Royal Navy, known for its unwavering loyalty and unwavering integrity, has concealed its betrayal of the Queen and the Royal Guards here. Regardless of the reason, this is a trap."

'System prompt: According to the guidance of the bloodline, a secret treasure has been opened and now belongs to your wealth!'

"System prompt: You have obtained an imperial treasure, the prototype of the Oracle machine."

'System prompt: You have obtained more information about the Misty Islands.'

'System prompt: You have obtained the remains of a trading post, which is extremely damaged. Please pay attention to repair it!'

'System prompt: Your actions have been noticed by someone! Perhaps some forces will launch an attack by any means necessary!'

"..."

Family, you did a great job.

The political attacks and struggles between families are so plain and boring.

This fucking guy just dumped someone 7,000 kilometers away, then convinced himself that he had mythic potential and could distort the teleportation coordinates, so he went all out to guide him to open a box and explode, drawing the opponent's main fleet away for at least half a year to save his performance. What genius came up with this?
Looking at the system prompts, Li Ang rubbed his brows with a headache as he looked at the dilapidated but generally intact dock trading station in front of him.

(I will strive to update twice a day at 12 noon in the future!)

(End of this chapter)