Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 496 Such a good thing, what a waste for Castel!

You're saying this is a church?

Hunter stared blankly at the thick city walls that were over twenty meters high, the main church that was hundreds of meters high and as majestic as a mountain, and the cluster of fortresses that stretched out in a daze.

Is this...is this a church?
This must be what the Morrell Fortress, which will never fall, looks like in the Corridor of Despair.
Your church is located in the stormy ocean at the very edge of the border. This fortress complex would be no less than the front line of the imperial battlefield, capable of instilling despair in the church's army. Yet it is located on an island.
Is the environment in Castel really that dangerous?

Admittedly, the two guards' concerns were somewhat justified. Fortunately, he had prepared himself beforehand; otherwise, he might have been quite startled by the sight of such a massive fortress.

As the two left the station and approached the fortress, Hunter's expression grew increasingly serious.

As an expert in siege warfare, he could understand many of the fortress's designs.

Almost all the fortresses were completely enclosed on the front, with very small firing ports, and the walls were extremely thick. If you looked closely, you could see that many places had been repaired.

This was prepared for high-intensity battlefields, where it was almost impossible to go out to fight and could only rely on fortresses for defense.

Most of the damaged city walls were located on the front and had a large area exposed to the enemy, so these walls must have been damaged in the war.

As he got closer, his eyelids twitched even more.

The thickest parts of these city walls are over ten meters high, and the average thickness is over five meters. What could possibly shake such thick city walls?
Upon closer inspection of the repair marks, many are jagged cracks in the city wall. The direction of these cracks makes it easy to determine their center point and the size of the impact area. The object that struck the city wall was nearly ten meters in diameter?

Hunter's hands began to tremble. Even the largest battering ram, with its steel-embedded ram, would not leave a mark even a tenth of what was here. What kind of enemy were these churches fighting?
The city walls, over twenty meters high, the completely enclosed fortress, and the horrific traces of destruction—could this have been a battlefield for the gods?

Hunter took a few steps back and looked at the massive fortress complex again.

If it were him, how would he breach such a fortress?

One fortress was right next to another, but there was no connection between them. They must have been connected by an underground passage. All the firing ports were funnel-shaped, making it easy to shoot from the inside out, but virtually impossible to shoot from the outside in.

The fortresses at the forefront were incredibly thick and riddled with holes. When the enemy army charged in, they were forcibly cut into several sections by the solid stone walls, and then separated and annihilated by the dense city walls and towers behind them.

There are no weaknesses; such a group of fortresses has no weaknesses.

If we were to be absolutely certain, then building all the fortifications to such a high standard would cost an astronomical sum; just finding the stones alone would take an unimaginable amount of time.

This miracle requires the most wise monarch, the most prosperous national treasury, and the most skilled craftsmen to bring these people together!
Hunter was trembling uncontrollably. This was exactly the perfect and strongest fortress he had ever imagined, an eternal city that would never fall to the mortal world!

"So beautiful!"

He knelt down, trembling, and touched the solid city wall with his shaking hands.

The two guards followed in surprise, hesitating whether to restrain him first.

"What happened? We haven't even seen the stellar reactor yet, how did it get like this?"

"Seems fine. He's just too excited, he hasn't gone crazy yet."

The two stood aside, whispering to each other, when Hunter, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly froze. Then, incredulously, he stood up, his hands trembling as he touched the city wall, pressing his face against it to examine it closely.

"Impossible! This is impossible! Could it be..."

He looked around, picked up a stone from the side, and smashed it against the city wall!
boom!
People nearby turned to look, and even the religious guards couldn't stand still: "Hey, you can look all you want, but don't smash the wall! Look, you've already smashed mud on it!"

Hunter suddenly turned around and roared in a hoarse voice, "What kind of material is this? What kind of material is this? Tell me now!!"

"Uh, this part should have used No. 7 concrete."

"Concrete!? What is concrete? Why can it be applied like cement, yet it's so strong? This can't be, this is impossible!"

"What do you mean by possible or impossible? You've seen it all, you've even tried throwing stones at it yourself, and you still think it's impossible? That's what Castel created."

"Hey, keep your voice down, don't upset him."

Another friar tried to calm his companion down, then looked up at Hunter, only to be startled by what he saw.

Hunter seemed to have been stunned, standing there blankly, muttering something to himself.

He had already thrown the stone down, and his eyes flickered as if he were thinking about something.

After a long time, long enough that the two guards began to hesitate about whether to restrain him first, Hunter finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes gradually focused.

"Let's go, I'll go with you to see that...that great lord. You may not know how great this invention is. Such amazing materials, combined with the knowledge in my mind, are sure to enable us to do something that can change the world!"

"Uh, how do I change it?"

The missionary scratched his head. "Concrete, what can it change?"
We've been using this thing in Bloodharbor for over half a year now, and it's really effective at building fortifications, but so far we haven't encountered any enemies capable of driving Castel into the fortifications.
However, building houses can also be considered a way to change the world. Many of the poor in Bloodharbor are now living in resettlement housing. Low-grade concrete is not expensive, and given Castells' level of industrialization, building houses for people to live in doesn't cost much.

So that's how it is. This scholar from the North is concerned about the common people. Such a thought is truly admirable.

Hunter, unaware of the change in the other's expression, was clearly excited and couldn't help but smile. As he strode towards the city gate, he spoke:

"This concrete will completely change the structure of castles and fortifications, and thus completely change the nature of warfare. It's such a waste to use it on an island like Castel. The mainland battlefield is where it should be used!"

"As for this place, you can even rely on it to get rid of the Sea God!"

Hunter could tell that these people didn't have much loyalty to the Church of the Sea God and were probably under their control. He could use this as leverage to negotiate with Lord Hughes!

The two guards scratched their heads in confusion and followed after them, muttering to themselves.

"Don't get rid of the sea god! Without the sea god, what will Castel burn?"

(End of this chapter)