Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 516 The Bomb Falls
The bombs fell, bursting into flames, and the severed limbs turned to ashes in the raging fire.

Gwen stared blankly.

How many people did she kill with that desperate sword strike? Ten? Fifty?

She doesn't know either.

But each time the bomb exploded, a gap was opened up in the enemy's formation, no less effective than her sword strike.

But she could only swing her sword once, while the bombs in the air fell faster and faster.

In the blink of an eye, all that remained before them was a sea of ​​fire.

Gwen looked at the battlefield engulfed in flames, her eyes filled with confusion.

She thought she was about to die, to perish amidst the endless waves of enemies.

But now, that sea tide has been completely flattened by bombing.

Looking at the airship in the sky and the banshee in front of her, Gwen suddenly shuddered, a thought flashing through her mind.

She had asked Isaac what Castel was like.

Isaac thought about it for a long time, but finally said that it would be better to go and see for himself. Everything about Castel was beyond words.

Looking at the somewhat unreal scene before her, Gwen nodded in a daze.

If she were to tell the story, she wouldn't know how to begin.

The enemy that she fought to the point of despair, whom even Nora couldn't stop, was so easily defeated?
Like a carriage running over an insect.

"You... are Castel people? The expeditionary force Mr. Isaac spoke of?"

"Well," the tall figure hesitated for a moment, then suddenly pointed into the distance, "The expeditionary force is here. We are just a reconnaissance unit."

Gwen stared blankly at the soldiers rushing down the hill. Mr. Isaac was carefully calculating the heavy machine guns they would use; each group of a few would be allocated one, and the muskets they held were also rather peculiar in appearance.

However, they didn't have many chances to fire anymore. The airship stopped bombing and began to gradually increase its altitude. The battlefield had become a living hell.

Gwen looked at everything before her, then looked down at the sword in her hand.

Gwen knew she was very strong. Whether the enemy used firearms or melee weapons, they were almost no match for her. Wherever she charged on the battlefield, the enemy would begin to retreat.

Isaac had suggested she try the musket, but she refused. The musket was good, but the longsword was better.

Moreover, muskets require reloading, are very slow, and are not very accurate when fired. Although they can penetrate armor, so can her sword.

The more Gwen fights, the stronger she becomes, especially recently, when she can easily handle attacks from multiple opponents.

This made her complacent, believing that regardless of whether she was a superhuman or not, she would grow into an even more powerful being. Even Isaac was often amazed, thinking that she might be stronger than some superhumans.

When she swung that sword, her will, martial arts skills, and beliefs had all reached their peak. She felt that she had reached a higher realm, and even if she died, she would have no regrets.

Then she witnessed the bombing; each falling bomb was of such magnitude that it would be a death without regret.

The two airships threw such powerful weapons frantically, as if afraid of being even a fraction too slow.

From the banshee that heralds death to the airships in the sky, and then to the expeditionary soldiers who begin to clean up the battlefield, no one cares how many bombs were used or whether they were wasted; it's as if they were just pebbles on the roadside.

But that was something Gwen achieved with all her might; it was the pinnacle of her life's countless efforts.

She actually had some ulterior motives, some secret joy, and some enjoyment of Isaac's shocked expression.

And all of this—everything she had, her efforts, her talent, her life, and the sword in her hand—was worth less than a single aerial bomb. "Mortal, are you with the Resistance? Have you seen Isaac or Gwen?"

Gwen wanted to say that she might not be an ordinary person, but when she opened her mouth, she found that it was full of bitterness.

What difference does it make whether someone is an ordinary person or an extraordinary one in the face of these weapons?

"I am Gwen, Isaac's words should come later."

Then she saw the steel giant in front of her suddenly stop.

When she spoke again a moment later, her voice was a notch higher, and it no longer had that hoarse, deep, and powerful quality.

"You're Gwen? You really are Gwen!? Waa ...

After the banshee turned around and finished speaking to her companion, she suddenly bent down and brought her head close to Gwen's eyes.

Gwen was startled and took two steps back before she saw the banshee in front of her remove her helmet, revealing a cascade of dazzling golden hair that shimmered in the sunlight.

"Gwen!? That's great, nice to meet you. I'm Nini. You might not know me, but I've written quite a few reports about you. Could I have a little time to do an exclusive interview with you later?"

As she spoke, six hands reached out, three of them grabbing Gwen's hands and shaking her up and down, making her feel a little dizzy.

"Uh, I once heard Isaac mention that Castel had a powerful band of banshees. I didn't expect you guys to be so skilled."

"Oh, so you like small ones? Monica, come over here and cooperate with my interview!"

"Shut up! I'm treating the wounded!"

A roar came from the side. Nini straightened up and looked across the battlefield, her brows furrowing.

The expeditionary force arrived in time, but the resistance suffered considerable casualties.

The resistance had already won by a narrow margin when fighting against the Dragon Fang Duke's cavalry. They had no choice but to grit their teeth and keep fighting.

Ultimately, this was just a militia-level force. They had only honed their will through six months of fighting, and in terms of large-scale operations, they didn't have much experience.

Moreover, the enemy was also somewhat strange, charging forward relentlessly without any fear of casualties, and their morale never collapsed no matter how the resistance forces fought.

This turned the battlefield into a meat grinder.

The resistance left behind thousands of corpses, and a considerable number of people were wailing in agony.

The other banshees who had studied first aid also participated in the rescue. Although the expeditionary force had not received systematic medical training, they still had some first aid knowledge in the holy scriptures, and they also helped out.

Nini, however, had no prior knowledge in this area. After looking around, she realized that she would only cause trouble if she went there, so she dragged Gwen along to find Hodge.

“This is Hodge, the commander of this expeditionary force. He and I are both from Castells. And this is Gwen.”

Hodge's face was initially quite pale, but it improved when he saw Gwen, and he shook hands with her.

"Sorry I'm a little late. No need for further words. Are there any other enemies behind us? And what's the deal with those people?"

"Let me tell you." A voice suddenly came from behind them. They turned around and all showed a look of delighted surprise.

It's Isaac.

"I suspect this is the work of superhumans."

(End of this chapter)