Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 584 Gwen and her luggage

Gwen had a strange hallucination that Castells was a steel ark floating on the sea.

No, not to mention Castells, the giant ship in front of us is already as big as an island.

An island of steel.

Compared to it, the figures on the deck were as small as ants.

"A ship made of steel. How is that possible? Steel, heavy steel. How can it float on water?!"

Gwen looked up at the ship in front of her, her neck tingling. Such a huge ship, how much steel must it have used? That steel could probably crush a castle!
Boats made from it can float on the sea.
"Extraordinary power? No, impossible. Even a hundred extraordinary individuals, a thousand extraordinary individuals combined couldn't lift such a heavy ship. This...this..."

Gwen's voice trembled slightly, carrying a strange undertone.

"Is this also a creation of mortals?"

Gwen always felt that describing mortal creations as miracles was already a huge compliment, since for insignificant mortals, being compared to gods was already quite an exaggeration.

Looking at the steel creation before her, Gwen felt that this idea was gradually collapsing, and even becoming somewhat ridiculous.

How big is the largest church in the North? Is it half the size of this ship?

This is a miracle built of steel, a divine kingdom floating on the sea!

No. It is not a divine kingdom, but a mortal kingdom, possessing a power no less than any divine miracle.

In Gwen's mind, an idea was slowly taking shape:

Perhaps mortals are no less than so-called gods; perhaps mortals possess the potential to rival, or even surpass, the gods.
"Turn your head to the side; there's more than one boat like this at the dock."

Nora had already noticed Gwen's unusual behavior. Seeing her shocked expression, Nora suddenly felt a great sense of relief.

Instead of offering words of comfort, she added fuel to the fire, now watching Gwen with great interest, a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

Gwen turned her head and discovered that the miraculous creations not only existed, but there was a whole row of them.

Despite repeated setbacks in building ironclad warships, Tata, by a twist of fate, actually produced some pretty good cargo ships.

The idea that "bigger is better" doesn't apply to warships, but it does to some extent to the extent that it does apply to cargo ships.

The larger the cargo ship, the smoother the voyage, and its square, coffin-like shape is actually quite suitable for withstanding wind and waves.

As a result, these cargo ships were mass-produced and became Castells' first ships to be launched in large numbers.

Moreover, the manufacturing speed is extremely fast. It does not need to be manufactured in a dry dock. Instead, it can be carried out simultaneously on and under the water. Many sirens love doing these underwater jobs.

And so Gwen saw Castells' entire row of miracles.

But Gwen didn't go mad; instead, she became excited: "Lady Nora, isn't Castel a bigger ship? A ship of steel?"

"Why do you think so?"

“Since Castells seems to have a lot of steel, if the Northerners build a city near the quarry, they will build a wall around it with stones. Since Castells has no shortage of steel, shouldn’t they build an ark out of steel?”

"They also have airships flying in the sky. It wouldn't be strange if the whole island were a steel ark. Their steam engines can curse, and their churches might even stand up and fight."

"Just imagine, you painstakingly prepared a whole bunch of siege equipment, and the church on the other side stood up and stomped it all into the ground!"

Gwen became more and more excited as she spoke.

"It's not that outrageous; Castel is just an ordinary island."

Nora murmured. She hadn't expected that Gwen, after being shocked by Castel's creation, wouldn't go mad from the shock, but instead would be filled with fanaticism.
Does Castells syndrome look like this?

Nora was also a little confused for a moment.

"Oh no!" Gwen suddenly shouted, startling Nora in her arms, who jumped.

Nora then asked, somewhat annoyed and embarrassed, "What's wrong?"

"Um... Lady Nora, look at that one... number 005."

Nora followed Gwen's trembling finger and saw a ship sounding its horn and slowly leaving the dock.

"What's wrong? It seems like there's nothing wrong." Nora looked the ship over carefully. It looked normal and had already retrieved its anchor, moving away from the dock.

"That's the boat we're going to take!"

Nora froze in her arms.

The two spent a considerable amount of time buying and eating fries, and then pondered the nature of supernatural powers on the way. Gwen was then stunned by the cargo ship and completely forgot about boarding it.

Although Hughes arranged a spot for them, it wasn't to the point where the entire ship would wait for them; the cargo ship weighed anchor and prepared to depart at the appointed time.
"Um, how about we wait for the next one? It might not be until tomorrow."

“No, no need, this distance should be enough!” Gwen glanced at the cargo ship that was moving away from the shore and rushed to the seaside of the dock.

She drew half a circle on the ground with both feet, turned her upper body, tensed her waist, and her whole body was like a compressed spring.

The next moment, she spun around violently, and in the instant her power was fully released, she flung the hand holding the box into the air.

An arc of light streaked across the clear sky above the sea as the crate was tossed onto the cargo ship's deck.

Nora was dumbfounded. This actually works?!
Then she suddenly sensed something was wrong, because Gwen began to gather her strength again, and this time it seemed like she was the only one she was carrying.

"Wait! No! Stop! Stop!!"

Nora screamed as she rowed across the Bloodharbor docks: "I'm afraid of heights! Aa ...

Her changed voice made everyone on the dock look up, and then they witnessed an unforgettable scene.

The girl with long white hair leaped into the air, as light as a petrel, soaring over the dockworkers, over the gantry crane, and over the seagulls in the sky.

The sea breeze brushed against her cheeks, and in the sunlight, her smile was as radiant as the azure sea, clear and warm.

Just by looking at it, you can feel that unrestrained and free spirit.

She leaped into the air and onto the cargo ship bound for Castells.

In the sea, the banshee patrolling near the shore lowered her weapon, sketched an image in her mind, and sent it directly to the group connected by telepathy.

"Look at this, who bet Gwen would go crazy? Does she look crazy to you?"

"How can she not be crazy? Her face is all distorted... Oh, that's Nora."

"This is the first time I've ever seen Nora make such an exaggerated expression."

"really."

"Indeed +1"

Let's take a screenshot of her and make a meme.

(End of this chapter)