Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 493 Praising the Name of Our Lord
What does "号" mean? Isn't it usually only used to refer to ships? Could it be...?
"Then, that one is man-made? It's a creation of humankind?"

“Of course, look, it’s about to dock at the airport.” The priest pointed ahead, and Hunter looked in the direction he was pointing.

That was a bit further away; Hunter had been looking at the railroad tracks and hadn't looked in that direction.

There was a vast, empty plain, with huge symbols painted on the ground, and rows of flashing lights serving as guides.

Many thick cables were tied to the ground, some of which were attached to oval-shaped objects.

Upon closer inspection, those oval-shaped objects appear to be flying in the sky!

Shouldn't it be.
Hunter hurriedly looked up and saw that although the "Heavenly Beast" above him was so large that it seemed to have no end, upon closer inspection, it appeared to be oval-shaped. Because it was so close, Hunter was able to see many details.

For example, the constantly spinning propellers, the sharp eyes and ferocious teeth are actually painted on, and under the dark yellow paint, there is a square cockpit with some figures moving inside.

This is truly...
But isn't the sky a forbidden zone for humankind? Even the great sage Bruno of yesteryear could not conquer the heavens.
Hunter instinctively began to analyze what kind of machinery could achieve this effect, and what kind of steam engine could drive the rotor to lift him into the sky.

One idea after another emerged, only to be rejected in an instant.

The more you think, the more curious you become; the more curious you are, the more you need to think.

His wide eyes gradually became bloodshot, and his pupils began to tremble.

No, no, impossible, absolutely impossible! Hunter covered his ears and shook his head in horror.

This was definitely not a creation that humans could have accomplished. The giant beast in the sky seemed to slowly open its mouth, about to bite him to pieces!
Everything before his eyes slowly distorted, and just as he felt his will gradually sinking, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in his head.

That was the admonition from the [Tongue of Thorns]. The mysterious man's words reappeared in his mind: "When you are lost, silently recite the name of my Lord in your heart, and the fog before your eyes will naturally dissipate, and you will not be shaken."

"What is the name of the Lord?"

"Hughes," the guard beside him answered without hesitation, then realized something was amiss and quickly explained:
"Wait, I meant Lord, Lord! Lord Hughes is not a god, everyone knows that, and the Lord has repeatedly emphasized it. I never said he was. You... uh, there shouldn't be any misunderstanding, right?"

Ignoring the young man's somewhat flustered explanation, Hunter felt a deafening bell ringing in his heart, his mad thoughts instantly dispelled, and reason seemed to return to his body. The sound of the waves in his ears gradually faded away.

The Lord's name is Heus.

Hunter raised his head and looked up at the huge and ferocious creation above. This time, his eyes were no longer filled with fear, but with something else.

It actually works!

He certainly didn't believe the man's words, nor did he regard Hughes as the so-called master. The man and the "Tongue of Thorns" were most likely members of some cult.

The nobles all knew that not a single word of cult teachings should be believed.

But if reciting this name in one's heart is effective, then it's not a bad idea to make use of it.

Moreover, such a huge and sacred creation could not possibly have been made by a mortal. This Lord Hughes might actually possess some extraordinary abilities.

Woo!
A loud whistle rang out, and a train appeared on the distant railway tracks, slowly pulling into the station with a clanging sound.

Taking a deep breath and calming himself down, Hunter stood up from the ground, brushed the dirt off his clothes, explained a few words to the papal guards, and then boarded the train together.

Among the crowd at the station, a man wearing a monocle had a strange look on his face. He took off his lens, wiped it, and muttered to himself.

"Strange. His mind has actually stabilized so quickly. I thought he was going to go crazy again. Is his will exceptionally strong?"

"Well, it's good that he didn't go crazy. Let's hurry back to the experiment and try to get the body issue sorted out as soon as possible."

Richard shook his head and disappeared into the crowd at the station.

Hunter sat in his train seat, feeling a strange sense of peace.

After hesitating for a moment, he decided to ask indirectly.

Are there many cults on Castel?

"Which one are you referring to?" one of the friars instinctively asked, but his companion replied seriously:
“Of course Castel doesn’t have a cult! Both the Lord and our Guardians are fighting against cults. What rumors have you heard?”

"No, no, I just heard you talking about how the lord said he's not a god?"

“Yes!” This time, both of them became serious. “The lord is not a god. This is what Lord Hughes said himself. Any statement that distorts this will be put on trial.”

"Hmm, perhaps this could be called the doctrine of the Imperial Truth."

Hunter frowned. Why keep emphasizing that it's not a god?
Moreover, not only these defenders of the faith, but even the heretics of the "Tongue of Thorns," the madmen who worshipped Thucydides as their master, were strictly forbidden from praising him as a god.

Besides, isn't it good to talk about gods? There's no candlelight vigil here, so who cares if you call yourself a god?
Hunter was utterly baffled. Why did this even need to be controlled? So what if they didn't believe Hughes was a god? What was so difficult about that?
Hunter felt somewhat puzzled, but didn't want to ask too many questions, so he simply turned his gaze to the window.

He had ridden trains before, but the North was mostly plains, and he was imprisoned on the train the whole time, so he didn't get to see much of the scenery.

The feeling of sitting motionless in a fast-moving car, looking to both sides, is truly amazing.

A horse-drawn carriage is extremely bumpy inside; even with extra springs, it would still make your butt hurt. But this train, despite being much larger, was much smoother.

He hadn't thought much about these things before, but now that he had some free time, he pondered them for a while and figured it out.

It must be because of that track.

The ground is always uneven, but laying tracks can filter out these vibrations. I've heard that the Rhineland's horse-drawn carriages are known for their smoothness, so it must be the same principle.

This is what human creations should look like. He was originally a scholar in the field of mechanics, with solid knowledge. If even he couldn't analyze the airship, there must be something seriously wrong with it.

Ugh, I can't think about that. Hunter was still shaken by what had just happened.

Let's look at the scenery outside the window more.

Hunter looked out the window at the towering, massive city walls and suddenly frowned.

Why are there so many walls built on the island? Are they facing outwards or leading to the sea?

(End of this chapter)