Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 343 Bombing
Galahad stared blankly upwards, motionless.

After some time, the sunlight shone on his face again.

Only then did he stiffly roll his eyes, and his stiff neck slowly turned.

The airship, named the Celestial Beast, left its head.

Whether it was the falling sky or the monsters in the clouds that devoured people, it was all just his imagination. The airships in the sky were merely passing over his head through the clouds.

It had never paid attention to the ants on the ground, but just seeing its enormous size almost drove Galahad to the brink of madness.

What kind of being is this? Galahad suddenly thought he had encountered an evil god, but it was an evil god.
Galahad recalled the moment the sky collapsed. Was the evil god really that terrifying?

The once thick clouds now had a huge opening, and sunlight streamed through, falling on Galahad's face.

He stood up somewhat bewildered, only to realize that he had slumped to the ground without even noticing.

Fortunately, nothing more embarrassing happened. He stood up awkwardly and dusted himself off.

At this moment, the huge airship in the sky moved a little further away, and Galahad was able to catch a glimpse of its entirety.

It was a huge oval-shaped creation, somewhat like an elongated egg, with four ring-shaped tail fins at the rear and several propellers on both sides.

Below is a hangar, which is negligible in size compared to the entire airship, housing personnel and weapons.

The front of the airship is painted with a pair of fierce eyes and menacing sharp teeth.

The entire airship is like a shark that preys on its prey; anyone who sees it for the first time can feel its terror.

Such a terrifying monster, such a colossal celestial beast, it's like an evil god soaring through the sky.
"That's fantastic!" Hughes couldn't help but exclaim.

"As expected, airships should have this kind of paint scheme. This is really cool. I feel like it would be especially effective for bombing."

Galahad turned his head in surprise. Sitting next to him was Count Hughes, who was looking excitedly at the airship.

Doesn't he feel fear? Even the largest evil god wouldn't have such a terrifying size, would they? Wouldn't he feel anything if something like that brushed past his head?
Galahad shook his head. Well, that was Count Hughes after all, a figure comparable to his lord. Perhaps in their eyes, even the bizarre and terrifying aerial monsters were nothing more than pawns in their hands.

He should observe other people's reactions, for example...
"so cute!"

Galahad opened his eyes wide and turned to look. It was a group of banshees—after spending a few days in Castel, he had finally managed to accept the existence of these extraordinary beings.

"Round and chubby, like a clumsy shark!"

"I love sleeping with sharks in my arms, one in each arm. Their scales are so soft and comfortable to rub against!"

"It's cute, I want to keep it."

No, actually I didn't really accept it.

Galahad's face twitched as he looked away from the banshee. These extraordinary beings were, after all, non-human monsters, and it was normal for them to have thoughts different from ordinary people. He couldn't think about the details of their conversation any further, or he would go crazy.

Let's look at the islanders, those mortals. Galahad has never felt that mortals are so important. These weak creatures may not have much fighting ability, but at least they can help him stabilize his state and prevent him from losing control.
"How much explosives can such a large airship carry? How huge a fireball can it create!"

"If we can't win, it's because we lack firepower. If we lack firepower, it's because we don't have enough ammunition. If we don't have enough ammunition, we need to increase it. But we'll never have enough ammunition!"

"Equivalent weight is truth, tonnage is justice. Those cowards are always talking about 'precision strikes'—ha, they don't understand art at all." "Great, great, great!!"

A look of confusion appeared in Galahad's eyes. He really couldn't tell whether what he was hearing was crazy babbling or cultist blasphemy. Why did he understand each word individually, but when put together they became incomprehensible sentences?

Damn it, am I going crazy?
But before his self-doubt could begin to affect his cognition, he heard Count Hughes's words beside him.

"Alright, the exercise officially begins!" Hughes stood excitedly on his chair and shouted, "Let's drop the bombs!"

bomb?

Does it mean to drop a bullet?

Yes, dropping stones directly from such a high altitude as an airship would definitely cause enormous damage. This must be the airship's attack method. Although it looks a bit rudimentary, it is actually quite effective.

Even the giant catapults made with a lot of wood could not throw stones to the height of the Sky-Covering Beast, and the stones used were actually only the size of a wheel.

Even such stones can cause enormous damage to sturdy city walls and gates, and today the giant beast can carry even larger stones and drop them from the sky, causing enough damage to destroy even the tallest city walls.

As if confirming Galahad's suspicions, a small black dot fell from the sky. Its size was far too small compared to the airship. If Galahad hadn't been a superhuman, he probably wouldn't have been able to see it.

But at that height, the force of the throw would be considerable.

Bombing, huh? I've noted down that attack method. Airships are indeed weapons that can change the battlefield. I must inform His Highness of this.
With her mind wandering, Galahad's gaze gradually became less focused until the crimson flowers bloomed on the ground.

"Varied"

He was so horrified he couldn't speak. A huge flame erupted from the shore and into his eyes at the same time, and a deafening roar took a moment to reach his ears, followed by a violent wind that whipped up dust and poured it into his gaping mouth.

what is that?
Like the muzzle flash of a musket firing, or like an erupting volcano, the orange-red flames with black edges could be felt from thousands of meters away.

"This, this, this"

Is this what bombing is? Is this what dropping bombs is?
What was thrown down was not rough boulders, but destruction and death.

Why did I even have the ridiculous idea of ​​comparing it to a catapult? Would it be used to destroy city walls?

No, it will send the entire city, along with those ridiculous walls, crashing into hell.

There's no need to inform His Highness. Faced with such an enemy, Bloodharbor needs not to take precautions, but to pray.

I prayed that I was small enough not to be noticed by the giant beast in the sky.

Galahad's back was covered in cold sweat.

Today felt like the longest day ever. He felt as if he had been there for a century, and now he felt weak all over, wanting nothing more than to get as far away from these terrifying monsters as possible.

Just then, a sentence rang in his ears.

"Bombing calibration complete, exercise commences."

(End of this chapter)