Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 580 The Kingdom of Mortals

Upon entering the core area of ​​Blood Harbor, the buildings on both sides suddenly changed again.

Various tall buildings with flat, square exterior walls are built along the street, like the walls of a fortress.

The fortress only had one wall, but the wall in front of us stretched out in rows and rows.

If you broaden your perspective, you'll see lower factory buildings and chimneys standing nearby among these tall buildings.

The chimneys are much taller than other buildings; these symbols of industrialization resemble towering pylons reaching into the sky, pillars supporting the world so that it will not fall.

Suddenly, Gwen felt as if she were in a world of giants, with everything around her unimaginably tall, as if giants hundreds of feet tall were living in this magnified city.

Unfortunately, Gwen had excellent eyesight. Even from a great distance, she could clearly see the people moving through the buildings. They were not towering giants, but ordinary people like herself.

With his mortal body, he personally built this towering city that reaches into the clouds.
Gwen's heart was pounding.

Such a magnificent feat should surely be recorded in sacred texts and sung in verse; it is a true miracle worthy of celebration.

Can.
Gwen glanced at the people around her; neither the expeditionary force nor Nora seemed to care about what was happening outside.

“Lady Nora,” Gwen said softly.

"what happened?"

"Why do you seem so indifferent to this magnificent city? It is clearly so grand, or perhaps these expeditionary forces are simply used to it, if we follow the Holy Church's example."

Gwen couldn't continue speaking. She and Nora had long since severed ties with the Silent Sanctuary, and their return this time was actually to help the priests of the Silent Sanctuary.

"What do you think we should do? When the train enters Blood Harbor, we should all kneel down and chant in unison the praises of Hughes' greatness?"

"Uh"

Gwen felt that Nora in her arms had gone a bit too far, but she also knew that she herself thought so to some extent.

In the White Crows, one must devoutly recite scriptures upon entering the sanctuary, praising its greatness.

The city before us is clearly far greater than the stone-built church; shouldn't steel and concrete be more worthy of worship?
“Gwen, actually, when I first arrived at Bloodharbor, I also asked the lord about this matter.”

"How did he answer? He must have been mocking my ignorance," Gwen said, somewhat bewildered.

Nora looked up and met Gwen's gaze. A slight smile appeared on her usually expressionless face.

"He said I could write a project proposal for this, and if a double-blind experiment could prove that worship helps scientific development, then this practice would be promoted."

Gwen was stunned.

“Gwen, you know, the Castel people are always very humble. They are willing to put even the most outlandish ideas into the lab to try them out. At the same time, they are incredibly arrogant. If they find that something is useless, they will not care about the most sacred rituals, not even the gods themselves.”

"And Blood Harbor is the embodiment of their will. Take a good look at this city; its greatness is not just due to its steel and concrete construction."

Gwen bit her lip, feeling a surge of emotions churning within her. The last time she felt this way was when she first stepped into the sanctuary, but this time, she was heading to the land of mortals.

“Lady Nora, you told me to show you this city, but it’s so tall! I can’t see the top at all.” Gwen muttered, tilting her head to look outside. “It’s not just the smoke and chimneys, I can’t see the tops of those tall buildings either.”

Gwen sat by the window on the train, trying her best to get close to the window and look up, even sticking her head out, but she still couldn't see clearly.

Unless she can remove her head like Nora, she will be limited by this small window and can only see the blood harbor the size of the window.

Unfortunately, it can't be demolished.

Gwen hesitated for a moment, then slowly lowered her head to look at Nora in her arms.

Nora's eye twitched. The core area wasn't large, and Gwen was still trying to adjust her posture when the train came to a stop in front of the platform with a slightly piercing screech of brakes.

"arrive?"

"Whether you're here or not, bring me back from outside the window first." Nora's tone was already somewhat numb.

Gwen is a nice person, but she's too energetic. She always has some whimsical ideas, such as having Nora peek out instead of her when she realizes she can't peek out herself.

Nora was stretched out the window, feeling the warm evening breeze of Blood Harbor, and she felt a sense of existential unease.

But she soon realized that she had suspected too soon.

“Okay…uh.” Gwen agreed, slowly pulling her hand back, but it seemed to get stuck.

Just then, the sound of a brake gate being pulled came from the stopped train.

The entire carriage suddenly lit up, followed by a cacophony of sounds mixed with the distinctive sea breeze of the harbor.

Gwen froze.

At this time, the Northern Train was mainly used for freight transport. The entire train was designed to prioritize cargo transport, and there were no dedicated passenger carriages. Instead, there were freight carriages with some seats. Although the comfort level was average, no one cared.

Therefore, the carriage doors open to the side.

So when Hughes, who had decided to pick up Gwen at the last minute after hearing that she was coming back, along with a group of banshees waiting for the market to open, this is what they saw when the train car door was opened.

Gwen stretched both hands out of the window, seemingly doing something. One foot was on the ground, and the other was braced against the window frame as she tried to pull what she was holding back from the outside.

As the car door opened, Gwen shuddered, her face showing a look of impending doom, and slowly turned her head.

Behind her were several rows of banshees, along with expeditionary soldiers and civilians who had come to join the fun, and Hughes standing dumbfounded beside her.

"You, what are you doing?"

Gwen forced an awkward smile, then quickly turned around and yanked him away.

Boom!
A loud sound rang out.

The harbinger sirens around them looked at each other.

"Nini, who do you think won?" Monica nudged Nini's waist with her elbow.

"I win."

"Huh? You think Gwen's gone crazy?"

"Look at her, isn't she crazy?"

"."

Monica suddenly realized after a moment: "Wait, didn't you bet that Gwen wasn't crazy?"

"I still win."

"what?"

“Do you remember Galahad? When he went mad, he would just draw his sword and slash wildly. Now Gwen is not only not slashing anyone, but she's also being chased and bitten by Nora. There's no doubt about that—it's Nora who's mad.”

Nini patiently explained to Monica, while Nora, in a fit of rage, rushed towards Gwen, who was running around covering her head.

(End of this chapter)