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Industrial Cthulhu: Starting as an Island Lord

Chapter 224: The Husk of an Outer God · Oct 18, 2026

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201 Chapter 201: The Advantage of Range is Irresistible 2026-10-18
202 Chapter 202: Steam Rifle 2026-10-18
203 Chapter 203: The Killing Range Is Greater Than the Shooting Range? 2026-10-18
204 Chapter 204: The Entire Archipelago Disappeared? 2026-10-18
205 Chapter 205: Airship Skin and Technological Lock 2026-10-18
206 Chapter 206: ”Prince” 2026-10-18
207 Chapter 207: Armored Train 2026-10-18
208 Chapter 208: The Slowly Moving Steel Behemoth 2026-10-18
209 Chapter 209: Deep Sea Dream 2026-10-18
210 Chapter 210: Chloe’s Humanity 2026-10-18
211 Chapter 211: The Price of the Extraordinary Disappeared? 2026-10-18
212 Chapter 212: Swearing by the Ancestors 2026-10-18
213 Chapter 213: Hand-Cranked Gatling Gun 2026-10-18
214 Chapter 214: Beyond-Visual-Range Shooting 2026-10-18
215 Chapter 215: The Roar of the Heavy Machine Gun 2026-10-18
216 Chapter 216: The Almost Forgotten Box 2026-10-18
217 Chapter 217: You Lost the Heretical God!? 2026-10-18
218 Chapter 218: Chloe, You Screwed Me Over! 2026-10-18
219 Chapter 219: Out of Control 2026-10-18
220 Chapter 220: Monsters! The Sea Is Full of Monsters! 2026-10-18
221 Chapter 221: Fire and Light in the Storm 2026-10-18
222 Chapter 222: Pope 2026-10-18
223 Chapter 223: Total Line Collapse 2026-10-18
224 Chapter 224: The Husk of an Outer God 2026-10-18
225 Chapter 225: Need to Find a Way to Make the Church of Candlelight Take Action 2026-10-18
226 Chapter 226: Another One Who Only Listens Without Speaking 2026-10-18
227 Chapter 227: The Airship Is Complete! 2026-10-18
228 Chapter 228: Assault 2026-10-18
229 Chapter 229: The Rising Sun on the Battlefield 2026-10-18
230 Chapter 230: In the Face of Explosives, the Extraordinary and the Ordinary Are Equal 2026-10-18
231 Chapter 231: Gwen 2026-10-18
232 Chapter 232: Now We Can Set Sail to Explore 2026-10-18
233 Chapter 233: The Pope Joined the Group Chat 2026-10-18
234 Chapter 234: Your Church Is Fake 2026-10-18
235 Chapter 235: Another Coincidence? 2026-10-18
236 Chapter 236: The Monster’s Change 2026-10-18
237 Chapter 237: Traversing 2026-10-18
238 Chapter 238: The Secret Tradition of the Sea 2026-10-18
239 Chapter 239: Castel’s Sinking 2026-10-18
240 Chapter 240: Full Mobilization! 2026-10-18
241 Chapter 241: Final Preparations 2026-10-18
242 Chapter 242: Let Me Summon a Heretical God for Fun 2026-10-18
243 Chapter 243: Did None of You Notice She Disappeared? 2026-10-18
244 Chapter 244: Traceless 2026-10-18
245 Chapter 245: Restoration 2026-10-18
246 Chapter 246: Arrival at Gem Bay 2026-10-18
247 Chapter 247: Entering the Dream 2026-10-18
248 Chapter 248: Contact 2026-10-18
249 Chapter 249: The Real Culprit 2026-10-18
250 Chapter 250: Smash the Heretical God Right on Its Head! 2026-10-18

If the factory was the heart of Castel, then ore was the foundation that kept the factory running.

Losing the mines was a disaster for Castel, an absolutely unacceptable event—or at least, that was how it should have been.

But with the help of the Banshees, things took a peculiar turn.

He had indeed lost all the mining areas, but the underground network remained intact.

The Banshees worked through the night to expand the underground passage system, creating a massive subterranean mine beneath Castel.

With their assistance, mining efficiency did not decrease; instead, it miraculously increased.

This was a microcosm of the entire situation in Castel.

Although the front lines on the island were continuously retreating, industrial production and wartime potential were rapidly growing.

Hughes had already begun recruiting the fourth batch of the Holy Guard, and the number of applicants was considerable.

Despite the shadow of war looming over Castel, the people were confident.They were trapped on this small island with no way out, but this also united them as never before.

External pressure had a way of dissolving internal conflicts, and the islanders had never been so united.

Among them were fishermen from the Martha Archipelago, refugees from Tis, people from the Empire, and Northlanders—but at this moment, they were all Castel’s people.

When everyone worked toward the same goal, a sense of belonging naturally formed.

As their blood was shed on this land, their souls took root here as well.

The Banshees had fully integrated into the island.

The people no longer merely accepted their existence but saw them as an inseparable part of Castel.

War was a forge of iron and fire, and Castel was gradually being tempered into a sharp, gleaming blade.

”We have lost vast amounts of land, but our people remain, our industrial foundation endures, and our army is intact.” This was Ash’s final assessment.

”We will hold the church’s core area and use it as a base to push back.”

Hughes nodded.

Although the number of monsters was overwhelming, the core area—including the main cathedral and other key structures—had been completely fortified.

In name, it was still a church, but in reality, it was Castel’s largest war fortress.

The church was filled with sacred gun ports, and the thick concrete fortifications were the best tribute to the scriptures.

Hughes quickly sketched out the island’s battle situation on the map.

At present, the final defensive line consisted of the cathedral district and the Eastern Test Site.

There were numerous fortifications in the open spaces between them.

Once industrial capacity improved further, he planned to use these fortifications as stepping stones for outward expansion.

Meanwhile, core industrial construction was in full swing.

Castel’s industry had completely shifted to military production, with heavy industry becoming the absolute priority.

At the same time, research and education were advancing rapidly.

The original school had been overrun by monsters, so Zoe had established a new temporary school within the church.

Literacy classes had been fully replaced by a general education curriculum based on advanced courses, now incorporating mechanical fundamentals as part of basic education.

Chloe was leading the research efforts.

Although this gave the research team an unusual ”aesthetic,” their efficiency remained high.

After reviewing the island’s current situation, Hughes let out a long breath.

The sudden change in the sea had caught him off guard.

Luckily, thanks to the solid industrial foundation he had established earlier, they had withstood the most terrifying wave of attacks.

Now, he finally had a bit of breathing room to investigate the source of these anomalies.

After giving Connor some instructions, Hughes returned to his room alone, locked the door, and sat down in his chair to choose to descend.

As his consciousness sank, he quickly arrived at the familiar palace.

Hughes remembered clearly—everything had started with Worker Hughes losing control.

After a single glance at the sea, Worker Hughes’ body had forcefully expelled his consciousness, and then the waters surrounding Castel had begun to surge with endless monsters.

Something bizarre must have happened on Worker Hughes’ side.

Seated on the Golden Throne, Hughes steadied himself and turned to look at Worker Hughes’ husk.

Last time, no matter how much he stared, the husk had completely ignored him, and his descent had failed.

But this time, as his gaze shifted, Worker Hughes raised his head and looked back at him.

Hughes’ heart leaped with joy—he could finally take control!

As their eyes met, his vision gradually darkened.

The descent had begun.

”Let me see what’s really going on!” Hughes thought to himself.

As soon as he completed the descent, Hughes felt something was terribly wrong.

An indescribable sense of oppression engulfed him.

The feeling was somewhat familiar, yet also strange.

He cautiously opened his eyes—and then froze.

He was surrounded by water.

Hughes opened his mouth to taste it—bitter and salty.

Had he fallen into the sea?

No wonder it felt both familiar and strange.

As Lord Hughes had a Symbiotic Contract, he no longer experienced water pressure—he felt no difference between being underwater and standing on solid ground.

This sensation of being submerged only existed in faint memories from before his transmigration.

Normally, in these deep waters, he would have drowned long ago.

But Worker Hughes could not die twice.

Hughes tried to move his body.

The water pressure here was not overwhelming, meaning the depth was at most a few hundred meters.

Strange—ocean depths were usually far greater than this.

Perhaps this was a shallow zone.

At a few hundred meters deep, there was no light at all.

Worker Hughes lacked a Symbiotic Contract, so he had no dark vision either.

He groped around for a while, quickly realizing that this husk was essentially useless.

In the deep sea, he had no idea where he was, and he lacked the ability to swim to the surface.

His lungs held no air, making his body denser than water—swimming upward was a struggle.

He didn’t even have the means to explore the depths.

The darkness was absolute—he could not see his own hand in front of him.

At this depth, there was almost no light source at all.

Even if he could not die, he could accomplish nothing here.

After several failed attempts, Hughes completely gave up.

This husk was probably useless for future descents.

Thinking about it now, Worker Hughes was truly unlucky.

He had barely started before being killed, then got transported to the island.

After descending, he had only exchanged a few words with Chloe before being locked up again.

After finally escaping, he immediately landed in this hopeless situation.

His luck was abysmal.

An Outer God—and yet utterly powerless.

A sudden thought struck Hughes.

Didn’t this husk have the ability to hear the voices of its followers?

He had actively blocked out this ability before.

The reason was simple—the endless prayers were unbearably noisy.

The moment he discovered he could mute them, he did so without hesitation.

Listening to prayers all day—who could endure that?

But now, things were different.

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