Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 598 Oh no, the Holy Scripture has come true?

The Soul of All Machines?

Everyone's eyes lit up.

The name felt strangely fitting, giving them the feeling that "it was meant to be called this."

It was as if it wasn't a new name, but rather the original name that had been retrieved from memory.

As Hughes finished speaking, the entire steam engine of Castel, the countless steel pieces that had given birth to machine spirits, and even the Gatling gun in Gwen's box fell silent for a moment, as if in remembrance.

The next moment, a loud sound rang out above Castel.

Like a thousand bells ringing in unison, all the machinery in Castel began to cheer. The sounds of boilers, steam whistles, gears meshing, bearings rubbing, and steel clashing all rose up at once, like devout believers praising in unison.

The people of Castel looked up as if by telepathy. There was nothing special about the sky, but they felt as if they were witnessing the birth of some colossal being.

"The Soul of Ten Thousand Machines"

Workers, priests, friars, researchers, mentors—perhaps influenced by the recent spiritual resonance, people from all walks of life now shared a remarkably similar mindset. After all, the God of Machines originated from the collective will of all of them, and whether human, banshee, or machine spirit, they all sensed it without prior agreement.
A sense of familiarity.

The Soul of Myriad Machines, an incomparably vast and indescribable existence, is like a child to the people of Castel.

If children are the continuation of their parents' lives, then the Soul of All Machines is the continuation of Castells' will. It was created by people's will, and it will surely carry out Castells' will.

“Gwen, you might have really come up with something incredible,” Hughes muttered to himself.

"Really?" Gwen scratched her head, gave a slightly embarrassed smile, and asked in a low voice, "Then, then I should be able to find a job in Castel, right? Um, I mean, I won't starve to death, will I?"

“Then you’ll have to work overtime. Whether it’s a machine spirit or a cult leader, everyone who comes to Castel has to work overtime. You can forget about running away,” Nini said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Cough, don't listen to her nonsense." Hughes glared at Nini. "Castel doesn't encourage Chloe to work overtime in principle? That's her choice, her personal hobby."

After saying that, Hughes quickly pulled Richard over: "You'll work with him on research for a while. You don't understand research? That's exactly what we want. Just follow your instincts and do whatever comes to mind!"

Richard forced a smile, his expression complicated: "Yes, you try it first."

“But before that, you have one more task.” Hughes’s gaze shifted to Nora’s chest.

"Go to the hospital first, to the priest at the Silent Church."

The people of Castells are unusually unmotivated to work today.

The previous emergency mobilization and the sudden appearance of the steel ark at sea had already drawn much attention, but the subsequent mental alignment was the real highlight.

The only advantage is that no further explanation is needed. Mind synchronization allows all the islanders to clearly understand everything, and they even have a vague sense of the Myriad Machines Soul that appears after synchronization.

Who would be in the mood to work after this?!

So, except for a few people who stayed in the most important positions, most of the factories on the island were temporarily closed.

What? It will affect production?

The workers explained to the steam engine that the production line was just for the steam engine to keep an eye on, and if any parts malfunctioned, the steam engine would just give them a few scoldings.

As a result, Castells was exceptionally lively today, with the coastline packed with people watching the enormous steel ark.

And there's no need to worry about obstructing the view—the ship is so big it's almost like a second Castells. No, not just like, the way people look at it almost makes them believe it's another Castells.

Besides the people on the coast, the sky was also packed with people. This was almost the largest number of airships taking off from the island at the same time. People crowded into the observation windows of the airships, pressing their faces against the glass, watching the huge steel structures with rapt attention.

There was no way around it; it was just too much to Castells's liking.

Rusty steel, a massive form, and cold, sharp lines.
Oh, and those steel sails and huge outer wheels.

Regardless of its practicality, it truly exudes a powerful industrial feel.

Jeremiah was already swimming in the sea, staring endlessly at the large ship, when the Black Pearl threw him directly into the sea with a section of its raised deck.

Besides the people on these islands, there are also a few boats with a somewhat outdated style.

The prince stood on the ship's railing, holding up his binoculars to look at the steel ark in the distance, and sighed.

Then he put down the binoculars, looked at the somewhat rotten wooden deck beneath his feet, and sighed again.

"Sigh, Galahad, do you think I'm just not suited for shipbuilding? The navy was like that before, and now... sigh."

Galahad forced an awkward yet respectful expression onto his face. Even he, when it came to the Empire's navy, could only think of all sorts of jokes.

Moreover, this steel ark before our eyes
Galahad's face showed longing.

This ship is fantastic!
If he could have this ship, he would do anything except betray the Queen.

Naturally, a hint of jealousy appeared in his eyes when his gaze fell on Gwen.

Everyone here is an extraordinary being, so why couldn't he summon this Steel Ark?
Ok?
Galahad's eyes suddenly lit up. Gwen was a superhuman, and so was he. Maybe he could summon it too. Perhaps it was just a matter of the summoning process?

No, I need to find an opportunity to ask Gwen how to summon her.

Next to the prince's ship were several smaller, old-fashioned ironclad warships.

These are all models that were phased out by the Castells Navy and are now being used by the Secret Order.

Josh was standing on the deck, staring blankly at two huge black shadows in the distance, one large and one small—Castel and the steel ark beside them.

He has some doubts about life.

"High Priest Josh, I told you, Lord Hughes is a god, isn't he!"

The believer next to him said with a fanatical expression.

In the past, Josh would have scoffed at this. After all, he had personally compiled all the scriptures of the Secret Order. Didn't he know whether Hughes was a god or not?
But now, he realizes that he really doesn't know anymore.

At the moment the Soul of Myriad Machines was born, he also felt that immense will. As a Castel, he could naturally feel the part of that will that was the same as his own.

This is yet another of Castells's miraculous creations.

How many miracles did Castells perform? Josh couldn't even count them all.

Could the holy book I wrote be real?
(End of this chapter)