Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 231: In the face of competition, extraordinary people and mortals are equal.

A moment after the explosion, the shock wave slowly arrived.

From high above, Zeus saw the air being compressed, and then huge ripples erupted, slowly plowing across the entire battlefield, turning movable objects into immovable ones.

Although it looked very slow, that was from his God's perspective. The fishmen standing nearby were directly vaporized, while the fishmen a little further away felt that the air suddenly condensed into a solid and turned into a high wall rolling towards them.

As the shock wave advanced, the entire battlefield was emptied, and countless fishmen flew up, swept by the shock wave and crashed into the fortress in all directions.

Soon, the fortress was covered with a thick layer of flesh and blood, as if it had been given a new coat of paint.

A grenade contains about 50 grams of explosives, which can easily kill a small group of enemy troops. If this amount reaches one kilogram, it can blow up a reinforced concrete house.

The bomb dropped by the airship weighed 200 kilograms.

Bombs of such a large amount had never been used on the battlefield. The Crusaders witnessed a scene that they would never forget. Those hideous and twisted monsters, whether they were fishmen slightly taller than humans or monsters with arms several stories high, all disappeared equally in the light of the bomb.

Many people were temporarily blinded by the dazzling light. All they could see was the huge bright light - and in their hearts, the devastating explosion was deeply engraved in their hearts.

A few kilometers away at the eastern test site, the Fire Moths, Chloe, Nini and others also fell into aphasia.

They saw the flames of the explosion with their own eyes, and the sound of the explosion reached their ears seven or eight seconds later, and the shock wave followed. Although it was just a gust of wind to them, no one spoke.

Nini is a banshee, a naturally powerful race, like a killing machine. Chloe is a transcendent, with all kinds of strange abilities at her disposal. But if they stand under this bomb, they will all die equally, no different from mortals, monsters, and ants on the ground.

That bomb was made by mortals. Workers in a military factory could make one in a few hours. A factory had several production lines. There were several such factories in Castel, and a new one was built every few days.

Chloe's application to use gunpowder didn't even reach Hughes' desk, and this amount didn't need to be reported in advance.

The extraordinary power is strong, but industry easily crushes it all.

These extraordinary people, cultists, and extraordinary creatures suddenly had the same idea in their minds: perhaps they are all mortals in the face of industry.

It makes no difference.

What is truly strange, powerful, and indescribable is actually the knowledge recorded on those pages, the poetry composed by physics, chemistry, mathematics, and mechanics, the noisy voices chanted loudly on the production line, and the inexhaustible production capacity in the factory.

On top of the fortress.

The Banshees have arrived now, holding huge steam rifles in their hands, ready to drive the monsters back with intensive firepower if they rush up.

But the explosion came soon, and they had to bend down and lean against the fortifications to avoid the shock wave. When they stood up, there were no standing enemies on the battlefield.

The banshees held their rifles in confusion, not knowing where their enemies were.

They are powerful supernatural creatures. In every previous battle, they acted as a fire brigade to deal with enemies that the Crusaders could not solve. Their appearance often meant a reversal of the battle situation.

But this time, the battlefield doesn't seem to need them.

A powerful body, a resolute will, a race of extraordinary beings left from ancient times, so what? Instead of them, there was an ordinary bomb.

The banshees looked at each other and fell silent.

The battle was over, and this time there was no joy of victory in the eyes of the defenders, but more confusion.

The power of industrial creations is beyond everyone's imagination. They do not need cheering, understanding, or pre-war mobilization. They simply destroy everything.

The battlefield no longer seemed familiar to them. The Crusaders clutched the scriptures tightly in their arms, trying to find some comfort.

Fortunately, this powerful weapon is on their side. Mr. Alexi will write this into the holy scriptures, and they will learn it slowly.

The new tactics that the Crusaders had just worked hard to learn were somewhat unable to keep up with the new weapons. These mortals actually began to feel a bit like they were being chased by knowledge.

Chloe withdrew her supernatural powers in disappointment. She had originally planned to fly the airship back, but now it seemed unnecessary.

The shock wave caused by the explosion had already twisted the airship into a pretzel, and the hydrogen in it also caused an explosion, but that was nothing compared to the sun burning on the battlefield.

Well, I must raise the bomb higher next time, Chloe thought to herself.

The feeling of loss only lasted for a short while, and Chloe soon became excited. This terrible explosion and its enormous power had completely overwhelmed her. Chloe was a transcendent, but also a researcher. She had now found her next direction.

This powerful explosion was just what she wanted.

In the explosives factory, Gaia carefully took off her protective goggles and raised her head from the machine on the production line.

Many workers also stood up and discussed in low voices what was happening outside.

She knew what had just happened. Chloe had asked her for the explosives she used. If she had been able to leave the factory, she would have also wanted to go and see the airship test.

Hughes handed the production of explosives over to her. Gaia loved chemistry and had shown unparalleled talent in this area during her advanced classes, but she had never tried to detonate such a large amount of explosives at once.

I reached out and touched my forehead, where there was a thin layer of dust. The explosion just now caused the sturdy reinforced concrete factory building to tremble slightly. Is this the power of the explosion?
Gaia seemed to have a vague understanding of those people's equivalent worship.

She looked down at her hands. She was a mortal with only a little weak strength, but the bomb that shocked everyone was made by a mortal like her.

Taking a deep breath, Gaia lowered her head and continued to check the production line. She still had unfulfilled responsibilities and the production task was heavy. It was not the time to slack off.

"Fellow countrymen, there's no need to panic. You heard the sound just now. It was the weapons we crafted that were destroying the enemy. The front lines need our support. For Castel, for the Lord, let's continue working."

The workers cheered a few times, mixed with some praise and prayers, and soon they walked back to the production line, and the machines continued to roar.

Gaia wiped the sweat off her face, glanced at the sky outside, and smiled.

(End of this chapter)