Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 334 The ship sank just like that?

Galahad stood on the deck, watching the port gradually approach, his mind churning.

He stayed on the ship for several days, trying to talk to Connor about Castells, but the old butler was so meticulous that he managed to extract almost no useful information.

He could only ask the Christian guards on the ship.

Even now, Galahad's understanding of Castel is limited to "high degree of industrialization." The friars, fearing he wouldn't understand what industry was, spent a long time explaining it to him.

Damn it, do they really think they don't understand industry?
No one understands industry better than him; Galahad had run a factory in the Rhineland.

Ha, it was just good luck that he successfully modified the musket. Workers in his old factory had also successfully improved equipment.

Although the church later stopped him, Galahad felt that it was not difficult; it was just that the consequences of failure were too terrible, and no one dared to try.

He is an extraordinary being, and he knows all too well what the consequences of cognitive interference would be.

Come to think of it, Castel doesn't seem to have any superhumans.

The weapon known as the bolt-action rifle is one that ordinary people cannot fully utilize. Although Galahad has only used it a few times, it was enough for him to make a judgment: it is a weapon tailor-made for superhumans.

In the holy books of those patron saints, this weapon is only described as having a range of 700 meters, but in the hands of a superhuman like him, 1000 meters is not a big problem.

At this distance, it's impossible for a human to aim properly; in fact, even 700 meters wouldn't work. It's a bit strange, though, that Galahad described their holy book as having a target the size of a three-story building.

I guess it was to exaggerate the shooting distance.

In short, Castel's decision to equip such a powerful weapon to mortals was a huge waste. Although superhumans rarely went to the battlefield, Galahad stubbornly believed that only superhumans could be considered true warriors.

This trip to Castel also serves as an opportunity for them to witness the power of superhumans and to understand the true capabilities of these weapons.

Sigh, I guess they've been wanting to collect data on superhumans using bolt-action rifles for a long time. It's a pity that no superhumans would come to this polluted ocean. I've given them quite a bit of data on this trip, so consider it a gift to them.

We should cooperate with their experiments then; Castells has really struck gold this time.

I don't know why His Highness values ​​this place so much.

Thinking of this, Galahad sighed inwardly. His Highness was placing too much emphasis on the role of bolt-action rifles. But to overthrow the Papacy, rifles alone were far from enough.

Galahad was an extraordinary being, and that's why he knew the horrors of the Papacy.

The Sea of ​​Ignorance is filled with all sorts of absurd, bizarre, yet powerful knowledge. The Holy See has explored it for thousands of years, and no one knows how many hidden cards this behemoth holds.

Galahad shook his head, pulling his scattered thoughts back to reality.

There weren't many people at the dock, and it looked somewhat desolate, but that was normal in the stormy sea.

The recent drying up of the sea had far-reaching effects, with many forces abandoning their sea routes.

Galahad's ship slowly approached the shore, but his gaze was drawn to something nearby.

Was it a black ship?
Well, it's more like a pointed coffin than a boat. Its shape is square and it seems to be trying to imitate the shape of a boat, but it's not very successful.

Like these steam-powered exoplanets, it had no sails, but unlike them, it didn't even have oars. Without oars, how could it move?

But it did seem to be moving, with a white wave trailing behind it, as if something was stirring the seawater.

Galahad scratched his head, thinking that this Castel seemed to have something special about it. Without outer wheels or oars, the boat could still move, although at a snail's pace.

Unfortunately, this praise did not last long in his heart.

Despite a metallic scraping sound, the ship suddenly disintegrated in the sea. The hull, well, the different sides of the coffin seemed to have their own ideas, each heading in a different direction. Only the steam engine continued forward with a splash of water for a distance before sinking into the water.

Galahad looked at the person in charge of reception at the dock with some confusion.

He was a tall man from the North, with light blond hair combed back into a slicked-back style. He had also seen the scene at sea and felt Galahad's questioning gaze, his eye twitching slightly.

"that is"

"Well, the new ship the researchers have built, you know, innovation is prone to accidents."

"A ship? Isn't Castel an island? How could they build a ship like this?" Galahad looked even more confused.

The noisy one who fell into the sea let out a series of unintelligible roars, and the atmosphere between the two became awkward.

After a while, the man finally made up his mind. As if he hadn't seen what happened at sea, he forced a smile and said, "Mr. Galahad, welcome. I am Alexei, Count Hughes' chief clerk. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Galahad smiled and warmly shook hands and chatted with him, as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.

Regardless of his opinion of Castel, Galahad would obey His Highness's decision and even do everything in his power to gain Castel's friendship.

But that ship is just too outrageous.
Galahad subconsciously glanced back at the spot where the ship had just disintegrated. Now, there was nothing there anymore, only a few pieces of iron that had flown over when the ship broke apart and landed on the dock, right at his feet.

Galahad's body suddenly stiffened.

iron plate?

Steel?

Galahad suddenly remembered that the ship was originally black, and he was wondering why the planks were painted black.

Could it be a ship made of steel?!

Steel has always been a valuable strategic resource. If a knight can accumulate enough steel to forge a set of armor, it can be passed down as a family heirloom.

Even with the advent of firearms and the gradual disappearance of the knightly class from the historical stage, steel was still considered expensive.

The most valuable part of the factory that Galahad invested in and opened was the various steel machinery and equipment. These steel behemoths were acquired by emptying his savings.

What are these Castel people doing? Building ships with steel? Using steel instead of wood to build ships? Or the kind of ships that look unreliable and would sink easily?
The steel used in this ship, if forged into weapons and armor, would be enough to arm the port guards of at least three Blood Harbors. But just now, it sank into the sea right before my eyes.

Galahad's pupils began to tremble.

(End of this chapter)