Chapter 688 This is too weird!
Hughes understood the value of this without needing further elaboration.
The extraordinary people gradually declined and even left the battlefield before Castel rose to power. Is it because they are weak?
Of course not. Extraordinary people all have their own strengths. Even when facing steel machines, they always have their own unique ways.
But the problem is that there are too few extraordinary people.
It takes at least a dozen years to train a superhuman, and there are strict requirements on talent.
This means that there must be a complete system to select talented people, train them, and make them feel a sense of identification and loyalty to the organization.
This is so inefficient.
Castel's school can complete literacy classes in a few months and train a group of engineers with basic qualities in a few years. However, if each engineer can only play one percent of the role of a superhuman, then training superhumans will be a loss-making thing.
Just like the musket is completely inferior to the bow and arrow in terms of range and accuracy, the empire successfully crushed the enemies on all sides using muskets, because the cost of training a qualified archer is enough to recruit a team of musketeers.
Scaling and standardization are the things that truly change the times.
Only now did Hughes nod in agreement.
Even if Tata's other things are messed up, the fact that he has perfected the modular ritual arrangement and handed over the extraordinary ritual to mortal hands is enough.
But Tata's presentation doesn't end there.
He rubbed his hands and walked towards a ritual module that was obviously larger.
"My Lord, our previous ritual required the use of coyotes. I have made some improvements in this regard."
"That's good. The coyote farm's production hasn't been increasing, which is a bit of a problem. What have you used as a replacement?"
Hughes looked over with interest, but Tata didn't bring any animals. Instead, a priest from the Temple of Silence, who was blackened by electricity, came forward with a grin.
Hughes: “.”
No, no way! ?
As Zeus looked at him in a mixture of shock, confusion, and disbelief, the priest entered the position where the coyote had originally been. The ritual module detected the entry of the carrier and began to operate slowly.
"Well, Lord, didn't I previously research the idea of using humans to generate electricity? I figured since it's already been converted into electricity, I might as well put it to good use."
"Wait a minute!" Zeus raised his hand and rubbed his brow. "Why do I remember the principle of this storm generator is to offer sacrifice to the sea god and then receive a blessing. The coyote is just a formal sacrifice. Is it actually something like a fully automatic merit machine?"
“What is a fully automatic merit machine?”
".Don't worry about that. I mean, what does this have to do with polluting power generation?"
"Oh, I improved it later. After replacing the coyote with a human, the sacrifice became a human. This part is the same as the coyote, but when it comes to receiving the gift, the human is different."
"The human body can store pollution, and although animals can be corroded and mutated by pollution, they cannot retain pollution in their bodies."
“So I thought”
"Since receiving a gift will pollute something, why not use that pollution to generate electricity?"
Bilibili!
A flash of lightning flashed across the priest of the Silent Church.
The priest also began to spin like the coyote in the ritual module, but the difference was that the smell of pollution on her body became stronger and stronger, and soon after, electric light gradually appeared on her body.
"Will this be dangerous?"
“Yes, yes.”
The lightning did not show any mercy to the priest just because he created it. Zeus could clearly see that the priest's skin and flesh had turned red from the electricity.
Since we can see the electric flash, the voltage must be tens of thousands of volts, right?
Hughes hadn't seen many people being electrocuted by tens of thousands of volts, but he had put on and taken off sweaters at night with the lights off.
Sparks can easily be generated on sweaters due to static electricity, and the voltage can be tens of thousands of volts.
But the current of static electricity is so small that it can be almost ignored, but the one on the priest is obviously not.
And because of the ritual requirements, she is still spinning.
"Hahaha, I feel full of strength in my body!" The priest of the Church of Silence laughed and pointed his hand forward.
boom!
A bolt of lightning struck from the sky, and silver dragons suddenly ran all over the ground. The targets in the test site were bombarded and emitted a burst of black smoke.
Xiu Si was stunned.
"How, how did you do that?"
"It's similar to controlling supernatural powers. The ritual gives me the power of electricity. There is enough lightning gathered in the sky. I only need to guide it a little to make the lightning fall to the ground." said the priest who was turning in the ritual module.
Her voice became very strange due to the Doppler effect.
Zeus scratched his head in pain, feeling that it must be the high-voltage arc generated by the ritual that pierced the air and channeled the energy from the thunderstorm outside down. That was probably the case.
As for the details, no one knows how Tata accomplished this ritual. It might have been accomplished through some bug.
After the performance, the ceremony gradually stopped. The priest who had been spinning while emitting electric currents also stopped. Her face became even darker due to the electric shock.
It took Zeus a long time to recognize that it was Helena, Ignatius's deputy, who seemed to have a high status among the [Undertakens]. Why did she come up here in person to conduct the experiment?
And it’s a biological battery?
"How about it, Lord? This storm generator can now accurately control the direction of attack, and its power is not inferior to the dragon's breath cannon!" Tata said excitedly.
"It's powerful, and accurate, but aren't you driving the car backwards?"
"Well"
"How many extraordinary people do we have? How many of them can withstand such a torture?" Zeus glanced at Helena. Her clothes might have some extraordinary power, so there was no big problem, but the skin on her arms exposed by her sleeves was already cracked, and her fingertips were even a little carbonized.
But Helena didn't care at all. To the Undertaker, this was no different from a scratch - his head wouldn't fall off, it was just a minor injury.
Xiu Si suddenly remembered that she was spinning during the ceremony just now. At that speed, wouldn't other people's brains be shaken evenly?
"In short, this thing of yours isn't very useful. It might improve Transcendents, but the ritual takes up such a large area that it can't be moved. It can only be used for defense."
Hughes didn't say anything else. He thought this ritual might be useful to the Temple of Silence, but Castel would not need it.
"I have an idea about this." Helena suddenly said.
"Since these steel plates can be used to form a ritual, can I weld them into a frame, put myself inside, and find a way to make it move? That way, I can move and strike people with lightning at the same time."
Hughes: “???”
(End of this chapter)
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