Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 689 Let's build a mecha, just for Chloe!
Helena became more and more excited as she spoke, and her charred face even turned a little red: "It just so happens that steel plates can be made into armor, so let's make a super big suit of armor and inscribe the ritual runes on it. It's just a pity that such a huge suit of armor is still a bit too much for an individual to handle."

Superhumans possess great strength, but not to the point of splitting mountains and breaking rocks. For example, the deep-sea armor worn by Banshee might be difficult for other superhumans to wear.

To completely etch the ritual runes onto it would require a considerable area, making it difficult for even extraordinary individuals to bear the weight of such armor.

Of course, there are more reasonable methods, such as adding a power source and making a steam tank.

Castells' steam engine had been improved many times and was quite lightweight, making it theoretically feasible to use it to power armored vehicles, which was also the most reasonable solution.

But Hughes licked his lips and glanced back at a package Ash was holding. It contained technical data that the delegation had obtained from the Mechanical Sanctuary. This was valuable information; it didn't even exist on Earth in his previous life.

Hughes suddenly realized that he seemed to have inadvertently gathered a complete set of advanced technologies, which meant that his options were not limited to tanks, but also included another plan.

The Mechanical Sanctuary had a complete system for combining the human body with machinery, and Castells happened to be an expert in steam power.
Could he perhaps create a mecha?
Once the idea came to him, he couldn't stop thinking about it; he felt his heart pounding.

This is a mecha! Which time traveler could withstand such a test?

"Tata, Gaia probably won't be back for a while. You just continue with your research. I think Helena's idea has some merit, so give it a try."

Tata was taken aback: "This, this isn't right, is it? She's clearly the head of R&D, and she should also get the funding."

“You don’t need to worry about funding!” Hughes replied decisively. “The funding for this project is specially approved. Connor will contact you directly later. I think this project is particularly meaningful, for example, for example…”

Hughes' eyes suddenly lit up.

"For example, it can help Nora stand up successfully, and give Chloe a body that can be used. Chloe has sacrificed a lot for Castel, so even if we add more funding, it's not a problem!"

"Is it...is it okay?" Tata scratched his head. He had no objections; in fact, he was quite interested. But based on experience, projects he was interested in were usually rejected by the lord.
"That's great! Go ahead and do it without worry."

"it is good!"

Tata was so excited his eyes practically lit up. Had his talent finally been recognized by the lord?
As the two were talking, a voice suddenly came from the side.

"My lord, I... I also want to participate in this project."

Hughes turned his head to look, and suddenly everything went black.

"Monica? What happened?"

"Well, I just suddenly had a few ideas," Monica said a little embarrassedly, "and it's also for Chloe's sake."

Hughes initially wanted to refuse, but then he thought that he had no experience with mechs, something that didn't exist on Earth, so it would be better to let Monica give it a try, since she really had some ideas.
"That's fine then, after all, it's for Chloe."

"Yes, for Chloe!"

So, without Chloe's knowledge, a new research and development project was quietly born, still using her name.

The name was rather strange; it was personally given by the lord and was called Project Chloe's Trojan Horse.

The train sped across the tundra, its steam engine roaring as it sang its way forward, spewing out thick black smoke that drifted obliquely into the air.

Alvarez hurried to his seat and woke up Amy and Hunter, who were sleeping on the small table opposite him.

"Wake up! Wake up!"

"Hmm, what's wrong? Didn't you go to chat with Patriarch Ignatius?" The two opened their eyes groggily and yawned. Alvarez's mind was full of grand development projects in the North, but unfortunately, Hunter and Yami weren't interested. One liked mechanical engineering, and the other liked calculus, but neither of them had much interest in making money.

Therefore, Alvarez felt somewhat aloof and isolated, thinking he was planning for the long term, but his companions didn't seem to care much.

But he was, after all, a powerful duke, and with a quick glance, he went to chat with Ignati, who was in the same carriage.

This conversation lasted for quite a while.

Neither Yami nor Hunter were talkative types. The rough terrain of the North was initially quite interesting, but it got boring after a while, and the two eventually fell asleep on the table.

"Uncle, how did your conversation with the Patriarch go?" Hunter asked, rubbing his eyes.

"He's alright, he's easygoing, but that's not important. Get up and pack your luggage!"

"Here we are?"

"No, a storm is coming! Look out the window!"

The two turned to look outside and were both taken aback.

The view outside the window is now an apocalyptic scene, with thick, dark clouds pressing down one after another, and the sunlight that once shone on the tundra has vanished.

The howling wind whipped up all sorts of pebbles and blades, which clattered and pounded against the walls of the carriage.

"How...how could this happen?!" Yami was stunned, clearly panicked. "What should we do?"

"Pack your bags and tie them up securely!" Alvarez roared, gesturing behind him.

The carriage door over there was open, and you could see the train attendants and cadets reassuring the passengers and securing their luggage; we were almost there.

Hunter glanced out the window, estimated the direction the train was heading, and was immediately taken aback: "Should we continue forward? It looks like we're going through a storm?"

“Yes! We’re going through the storm!” a voice rang out from the side. The group looked over and saw a flight attendant.

"The eye of the storm is not on our railway tracks, and according to estimates, it is not strong enough to overturn us. So as long as we secure our luggage and are prepared, we can cross directly!"

The flight attendant spoke with great conviction, but the group looked somewhat uneasy.

There's no way around it; this storm looks very dangerous, and going through it seems too risky.
As they spoke, the wind outside picked up considerably.

The group exchanged glances, but ultimately decided not to argue with the flight attendant and instead began packing their luggage separately.

After all, these flight attendants have been on the train for many years and should have more experience.

Just as she was tidying up, Yami's ears suddenly twitched.

"Did you hear anything?"

"what sound?"

"It sounds like they're running fast?"

(End of this chapter)