Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 589 Reinforcements Arrived
Nora's eyes lit up. So that's how it is!

It seems that Castells already has a lot of experience in this area.

“Don’t worry, Gwen, it’s not a big problem,” Nora said confidently. “Next, you need to try to appease the resentment of these ships, and then try…”

"Try what?"

"Try to bring that sunken warship back to the surface, to fight for Castel." Nora's words were stammering. Something felt off, but it was something she'd clearly read in the newspaper; it shouldn't be wrong.
Poor Nora, having grown up in the North, if she had ever been to the Rhine, she would at least have seen some tabloids that specialize in reporting gossip.
"Yes, Lady Nora, I will do my best!"

Gwen, however, had complete faith in Nora, and she immediately focused her mind and began to respond to the steel in the deep sea.

The steel beneath their feet immediately paused, then surged even more intensely.

Gwen staggered, almost falling over: "No, Lady Nora, is this...is this normal?"

"It should be fine. I remember reading in the newspaper that the process is very difficult, and some humanoid deep-sea warriors may even appear. They are the manifestation of the souls of the sunken ships of the past, and also a kind of machine soul."

"Oh, is a fight about to break out?" Gwen's eyes lit up as she looked around eagerly.

Unfortunately, no. Although these shipwrecks seemed quite agitated, they did not exhibit any aggression; on the contrary, they appeared quite friendly.

"Um, Lady Nora, these machine spirits or ship spirits don't seem to be planning to attack us?"

"This isn't right, is it? I don't think I've misremembered the procedure." Nora frowned slightly and tentatively suggested, "Why don't you try communicating with them? Ask them for help?"

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

Not far from the two, the cargo ship had come to a complete stop.

If it were just Gwen falling into the water, the cargo ship probably wouldn't stop, but that steel platform doesn't look quite right.

Rusty iron plates, old steam engine models, anchors and decks covered in barnacles—all these tell the story of their identity: ships sunk in the deep sea.

Moreover, this place is a warship graveyard, and the sailors who travel between Blood Harbor and Castells naturally know about it. Most of them are now gathered on the ship's side looking down with fear on their faces.

"Captain Evans, what, what's going on?"

The balding captain also looked bewildered, but seeing his men's tense expressions, he forced himself to calm down and asked, "Did you send out a distress signal?"

"We've already sent someone to sound the horn. Oh, here they come!"

woo-

A loud whistle sounded, its length varying, as the message was transmitted using simplified Morse code.

This place isn't far from Castel, and the banshees at the port should be able to hear us. Their support from the sea is extremely fast, so they should arrive soon.

"Captain! Support has arrived!"

"Great, is it a banshee?"

"No, it's another ship, a very fast ship!"

The captain raised his binoculars and looked in the direction the lookout was pointing. It was a small boat—not actually small, but it looked tiny next to the huge cargo ship.

“All-steel armor plates, the latest twin steam engine power, and that iconic smokestack—ha, there’s no mistake, that’s the Black Pearl!” Jeremiah stood at the bow, frowning as he observed the steel platform of the sunken ship.

The sailor standing beside him looked somewhat fearfully at the steel platform in the sea, where Gwen was standing. Several humanoid figures made of steel were slowly surrounding her, as if preparing to launch an attack.

"Captain Jeremiah, it was this cargo ship that sent the distress call. That pile of steel looks very dangerous. Should we really go and rescue them?"

Jeremiah forced a cold snort through his teeth: "Of course we'll save them. Who do you think I am? Bring the ship closer!"

As he spoke, he gripped the gunwale and shouted behind him, "Dragon's Breath Cannons, prepare! Machine gunners, do not fire yet!"

The steel platform was covered with rusted iron bars; bullets hitting it might bounce off somewhere, making it even more dangerous.

And
“This feeling… is strange.” Jeremiah frowned as he looked at Gwen standing above.

His boat was now close to the platform, and he could now clearly see the faces of the people on it.

He naturally recognized Nora; how could Castell not know Nora and Chloe, the two pillars of the empire?

The lord is known for his ability to command the dead, and everyone is speculating whether Nora is also working overtime every day.

But I have absolutely no recollection of the other tall girl.

but
Jeremiah didn't know why, but she always felt that the girl was somewhat familiar to her, yet she couldn't figure out where this feeling came from.

"Forget it, never mind. Is the Dragon Breath Cannon within range yet? Prepare to fire!"

On the deck, in the brand-new fixed gun emplacements, several sailors were constantly adjusting the orientation of the dragon breath cannons.

The dragon breath cannons fixed to the ship are much larger and more complex than those used by superhumans, but they can be used by ordinary people and their range is slightly increased.

The steel platform where Gwen was located was not large. Jeremiah, taking advantage of the Black Pearl's long hull, weaved between the platform and the cargo ship. Soon, the dragon breath cannons roared.

The scorching jet of water instantly covered a distance of tens of meters, blasting the steel humanoids surrounding Gwen into the sea. At the same time, Gwen also knocked down several people. She turned to look at the Black Pearl and shouted, "Sir, get out of here quickly, they're about to surface!"

"Rising? What's rising?" Jeremiah was startled, then his eyes widened. "Wait, something from the deep sea is rising. Weren't the sea gods burned? Are we going to have another deep-sea war?!"

He roared at the sailors to move the ship away, and the Black Pearl sped away from the platform, signaling with flags as it did so. The cargo ship next to it also slowly began to move.

At the same time, Gwen slowly closed her eyes.

"Lady Nora, the procedures are all complete. Next, I'd like to try to bring the sunken warship back to the surface!"

She shouted excitedly, "My new friends, stop sleeping down there, come out and let me see you!"

The once calm sea surface suddenly seemed to be plunged into a red-hot iron, churning and boiling as it receded towards the surroundings. The sea beneath Gwen's feet gradually darkened, rising above the water's surface as if something was slowly being squeezed out from below.

Not far away, a group of harbinger banshees were swimming rapidly towards them.

Nini, the leader, shouted excitedly to the surrounding succubi:
"See, I wasn't wrong! The shipwreck in the deep sea can indeed reappear, and the process is even the same as what I wrote!"

(End of this chapter)