Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 445 Obstacles to Development

The engineer was getting into the groove. He raised his voice, straightened his upper body, and used all his muscles to coordinate with his lungs to convey his thoughts to this rare audience. The basement, lit by only a candle, became his podium.

"If electromagnetic waves can pass through the maritime restricted area, what if we can extend the distance?"

"It is an electric current that does not require wires. It is transmitted quickly and silently. Without interference, it can cross several cities in an instant. Harsh winds, rains, and bumpy roads will not slow it down. Its existence is far better than the best messenger in the world."

“People can communicate directly over long distances without the need for a third party to pass on messages, which avoids errors and deception. Close and frequent contact also reduces the phenomenon of disappearances.”

"The king's orders can reach every city in the country within an hour, and the efficiency of government administration will be unprecedented."

Alexander took a few seconds to adjust his breathing, but the light in his eyes did not dim during this interval.

"Just imagine, our society will be different because of this new way of communication. People's ideas will collide and rub against each other, sparking more brilliant sparks and advancing civilization to a higher level!"

"As long as this radio technology becomes popular." His final voice was much softer and more hesitant.

The nightingale named Mlanga was deeply shocked by the previous speech and did not pay attention to this. He said sincerely: "Although this sounds incredible, I believe it can indeed benefit the world. I want to know what obstacles are there between it and the world? Because if there are no obstacles, you will not look so depressed."

Unconsciously, he had adopted a respectful tone.

Mhlanga believed the demons' opinion. They did not smell any lies on Alexander, and Alexander did not look like a madman trapped in his own world. What he said was logical, and the principle of this hypothesis was consistent with the knowledge Mhlanga possessed. In this case, it means that this "miracle" is very likely to be real.

"Could it be Konglione? I can take you away from Viodi right now. If you lack a high-ranking guarantor and protector, I can also introduce you to one."

He was touched and wanted to help the engineers realize their vision of the future.

But Alexander did not look happy.

"It's not these problems. Well, I really don't know how to say it - at the end of last year, my experiment encountered some problems. Just like before, I made some prototypes and placed them in different areas of the city for testing, but they sometimes worked and sometimes didn't."

“After ruling out possible faults, I think it may be some source of interference in the city.”

"My first thought was about the production machinery in some factories. They use strong electric fields to process mineral materials, but I was unwilling to accept it and had doubts in my heart. After all, the original purpose of making these radio wave transmitters was to break through the strong electric fields created by nature. They should be more powerful than any man-made machines at present. If I can't overcome these artificial interference sources, then of course I can't further develop this technology to long-distance communication."

"So I tried again, placing the transmitter and receiver near a factory with a top-level metalworking license, and this time the signal was picked up very clearly."

"I immediately realized that the interference source was not these factories. So I went to Berdalabik to rent a boat, installed an electromagnetic wave transmitter on it, and asked the driver to move it along the canal regularly. I stayed at home and kept an eye on the time when the signal disappeared."

"My plan is this: since the departure time and route are basically fixed, I can check the map to find the source of interference."

Alexander suddenly paused, and Mhlanga looked at him eagerly, hoping that he would finish what he was saying.

The glory and passion disappeared from the engineer in an instant. He sighed at the words he was going to face next, but he still continued in accordance with the other party's expectations.

"I did find the source of the disturbance, but their identity was quite unexpected - it was... our church."

Mhlanga's other suggestions got stuck in his throat and he stared at the engineer with wide eyes.

"You" He hesitated for a long time: "I don't quite understand."

Alexander returned to his initial weak posture, looking very depressed. "Perhaps it is a blessing from the gods. Every church is generating a strange electromagnetic field. Its power is not enough to directly interfere with the electrical equipment installed in the building, but for the electromagnetic waves that need to carry and transmit delicate information, its impact is already large enough."

"Once the electromagnetic waves from the transmitter pass through the church, the information we send will be blocked and distorted by this magnetic field."

"I found this phenomenon difficult to understand, so I wrote to a friend who is well versed in the occult, asking him whether the church has a power that can influence lightning. His answer was 'miracle'."

“The miraculous power of the Church can turn the magnetic field.”

"I asked the bishop who often helped me about the miracle. He confirmed it and said it was difficult to control. He also advised me not to think about how to eliminate this power because believers should not think about such things. Haha, he didn't know why I asked him, and finally he advised me not to worry about the temporary setback."

"Miracle." Alexander lowered his head and muttered the word bitterly.

Mhlanga remained silent.

The power of miracles certainly exists in the church.

All churches have received the blessing of the ceremony since the foundation was laid. Workers buried a fat rooster representing masculine power in the ground, then mixed cement and paint with holy water prepared by the church, and sprinkled salt on the edges of the construction to prevent the devil and curse from taking the opportunity to intervene in this sacred place and exert evil influence.

When it was time to finish the work, the bishop in charge would personally climb up the scaffolding and hang an oak branch for the Holy Cross symbol standing on the top of its spire.

These preparations are of course beneficial to the world.

But even as believers, they know that some of the church's practices are not always correct.

The church’s miracle had interrupted Alexander’s plans. It wasn’t the clergy’s fault that they hadn’t even realized it was happening, but if they had known about the technology, Mhlanga and Alexander had a hard time imagining the church making the right decision—because they themselves couldn’t imagine how to handle the matter properly.

There are probably nearly two hundred churches of all sizes in Weiodi. If he wants to build a stable communication line for his electromagnetic wave transmitter, then even if the city is replanned, the number of churches in this city will have to be reduced by at least one third. This number will be even higher in cities with a stronger religious atmosphere.

Everyone knows that the church will not give in easily. The church is the church's most valuable property and the kingdom of God on earth. It is almost impossible for them to make such a huge sacrifice. And this is just a small matter. The royal family will definitely attach great importance to this technology. Perhaps negotiations and high compensation will make them agree to demolish the church. The truly terrible thing is what happens when the clergy know that they have such a great influence.

It is difficult for clergy to control miracles so as not to interfere with radio transmissions, but it is much easier to choose to interfere.

With a little thought, it is not difficult to predict the coming conflict between church and government.

Will the church's various factions reach a consensus? Will the church split? Or will the church simply suppress the development of radio technology?

The popularization of radio communication technology will seriously damage the interests of the church, and its obscurity will be a loss to all mankind.

Alexander is a believer, but he is also a citizen of his country and the developer of this technology. This identity makes it difficult for him to make a decision.

But Mhlanga has made his choice.

After a long silence, Nightingale turned his right hand over and placed it on his knees. He looked down at his palm, and his previous enthusiasm cooled into ice.

He only had one hand, but it was still easy to strangle a grown man without extraordinary strength, especially an inactive middle-aged engineer like Alexander.

"You mentioned before that there were other people targeting you."

"Yes," the engineer replied.

"I just thought about it and found that I was wrong before. I thought they wanted to harm you, but they actually wanted to protect you." Nightingale raised his head, expressionless: "Do you know how many threats humans are facing now?"

"In the country, there are more than 30 cults that can pose a serious threat to society, including the Doomsday Seekers, Earth Mother Cult, Snake Cult, Purgatory Faith Society, Holy Grail Society, Witch Society, and the bloodthirsty inhumans hiding among humans. The curse has polluted their souls. Some of them can barely suppress their nature, but more of them have gained a lofty status in human society through their strength. With the cover of their superficial identities, they have resumed their cannibalistic behavior."

He looked at the surprised engineer and shook his head slightly: "You don't seem to know that if it weren't for the existence of the church, they would be more unscrupulous instead of hiding like they are now."

"If your radio technology becomes widespread, the church will suffer great losses, even at best."

"A church is not just a building, it is also a shelter from curses. The clergy need to create a pious consensus there and gather the power of people to resist magic and curses. So even if there is no fight, it is unforgivable to demolish the church."

When Mhlanga spoke, the devil's voice sounded again in his heart: "I should kill him immediately and put an end to the possibility of damaging the interests of the church."

He pretended not to hear and continued to explain to Alexander the necessity of what he was doing next.

"When goodness declines, evil will surely rise."

"Instant messaging itself is not necessarily a good thing. When people can pass on words freely and think they can correct themselves at any time, they will no longer be careful about what they say and do, and heresies and lies that can mislead people will spread more easily."

"People naturally like to touch taboos rather than accept dogma, so more and more people will degenerate."

"So this is actually a technology that is inherently sinful. If you insist on promoting it, you will be exploited by evil people and put humanity in danger." Mhlanga completely denied his previous opinion and spoke calmly.

Alexander opened his mouth weakly, then lowered his head dejectedly. He had nothing to refute.

“Maybe you’re right, maybe I’ve thought about that before.”

“I’m sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong, but I can’t let it happen, even if there’s a slight possibility.” Mhlanga stood up from the bed and walked towards the engineer.

Hearing the footsteps, Alexander looked up at Mhlanga sadly. After the previous preparations, he already knew what the other party was going to do.

"I understand, but I'm not the only one interested in radio technology. When I was researching it, I talked to other scholars. Many scientists at the forefront of academia are thinking about how to use electromagnetic fields. I was the first to be interested in long-distance communication, but they were only a little bit curious about it."

“And in our communication, maybe I have inspired them.”

"The later the better," said Mhlanga, his hand reaching for the engineer's neck, but a strange voice suddenly sounded.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Nightingale, but I'm afraid you should stop."

The sudden call interrupted Nightingale's actions. He turned around and saw an ordinary-looking man walking down from the entrance of the basement, holding a large-caliber revolver in his hand, with the muzzle pointing directly at Mhlanga's face.

This is not Conrionay's man.

The man smiled as he looked at them. The muzzle of his gun pointed at Nightingale was very steady, unlike his smile which was frivolous. “I suggest you stay away from Mr. Eleven now. You only have one hand now. Don’t even think about being my opponent. And don’t think that if you kill Mr. Eleven here, the information in his home will be destroyed at the same time. I know you don’t know this kind of magic.”

“Fraternity of the Sacred Heart?” Mhlanga sighed and lowered his outstretched right hand.

Somehow, he felt a lot more relieved.

"How did you find me?"

"We didn't look for you. You took the initiative to contact our surveillance target." The man raised his chin: "Do you remember that sheriff?"

Mhlanga froze in place.