Chapter 352 The Queen's Sword
Galahad sat in a chair, legs crossed awkwardly.
He lowered his head and whispered everything he saw on Castel, not even daring to look up at his lord.
What did he see on that island? The ships made of steel were just test pieces that were thrown away after use. The densely packed factories had a daily production capacity that could build a mountain of steel in Blood Harbor, fill a lake with explosives, and then send the entire city into the sky with a metallic bullet.
Not to mention the spider-web-like alleys underground, the mountain-like fortresses on the ground, the behemoth sky curtain that blocked out the sun, and the bombs that fell like rain.
As for the evil god's limbs scattered all over the island and the pollution roiling in the stellar furnace. Even just describing them makes me feel crazy.
Galahad went there well prepared, wearing his most magnificent armor and holding a long sword that had been carefully forged by a blacksmith.
At this moment, he felt as if he had come to the monkey in the palace, holding a carefully selected wooden stick in his hand.
Ah, and then the sword broke in his confrontation with a train - a stationary train.
Galahad did not hide anything, even the embarrassing parts, he told the prince everything.
The prince listened quietly, tapping his fingers lightly on the table.
Occasionally he would ask about details, such as the food for the soldiers on the island, the width of the concrete road, the topics of conversation of the banshees, etc.
The prince said nothing, but Galahad became more and more desperate as he spoke.
Castel, Galahad was sure that he had not seen the whole picture of this island. There must be more creations hidden deeper, but what he saw was far beyond what Blood Harbor could contend with.
No, if Bloody Harbor is not stopped, even if the entire Principality of Tis is combined, does it really have a chance of winning against Castel? The generation gap of firearms is not a big deal. Your Highness's soldiers are brave and fearless. If they can rush into the range of the muskets regardless of casualties, it is still possible to use twenty people to fight one person.
But how many bombings can the army and the city withstand? The Sky Curtain Beasts can't, even if it's just an ordinary airship, what can they do to attack in the air? Galahad is a transcendent and can shoot down an airship, but he is the only transcendent here. How many airships does Castel have? The Mechanical Temple may have a way, but His Highness has broken with all the churches. Galahad has thought of a way. He has been thinking about it every day these days, but no matter how hard he thinks, His Highness has no chance of winning against Castel.
Castel is an indescribable steel behemoth that can drive anyone crazy just by looking at it, but at this moment, its eyes are fixed on Blood Harbor.
Galahad closed his eyes in despair.
Suddenly there was a noisy sound of footsteps outside the door.
A servant stumbled into the room, and when he saw the prince, he seemed to have seen a savior, and shouted breathlessly: "Your Highness, the Mother Goddess Church has rebelled again!"
"What did you say!?"
The prince jumped up from his chair and stared at the servant who brought the letter.
The servant was startled and trembling, and before he could open his mouth, the prince snatched the paper in his hand away.
The prince's eyes fell on the letter, and in almost an instant, his face darkened.
That was a message sent by the Harbor Guards. The situation was urgent. The description was very brief, only stating that the Mother Goddess Church had launched a rebellion. Now the lower city was in chaos, with heavy casualties. The Harbor Guards were now urgently gathering.
"How dare they!? Do they really think they can succeed in the Blood Harbor rebellion without my help?"
Galahad opened his eyes wide in surprise and opened his mouth but said nothing.
He subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
The Church of the Mother Goddess of Life rebelled again. This seemed normal. Cultists could never be viewed from the perspective of ordinary people. However, Galahad remembered the look Mira gave them when she retreated. There was anger and hatred on that skinny face.
Is she here for revenge? In the moment he was stunned, the prince had already rang the bell to call his men, and issued several orders in an orderly manner. His forces began to move one by one like matching gears.
After the death of the chief officer, the Harbor Guard was taken over by the prince, who replaced a large number of personnel in a short period of time. Now it has been completely renewed and is only loyal to the prince himself.
Soon, there was a noisy sound outside the house and the soldiers began to gather.
Galahad's heart moved, he stepped forward and whispered: "Your Highness, Castel sent a batch of weapons and Skitarii, a large number, we..."
The prince waved his hand and said, "No need. I have reorganized all the troops during your absence. Let the harbor guards fight them fairly. Perhaps Castel's weapons are stronger, but this is Blood Harbor—my Blood Harbor!"
He glanced at Galahad and sneered, "A piece of trash who can't even defend his own territory is not worthy of the negotiation table. You just saw Castel's advanced bombardment, now you see my backward musket."
Galahad was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head, his heart filled with emotions.
Castel's trip over the past few days had almost made him lose all confidence. Castel's strength was almost overwhelming to those around him, and he had no idea how to defeat him.
But when the Queen ascended the throne, the situation was much worse than it is now.
Her decrees could not even leave the palace, the five dukes were eyeing the Rhine, the royal family was in danger, and she was just a thirteen-year-old girl.
Eleven years later, there was no rival left in the four regions of the empire, so she turned her attention to the behemoth church, and without hesitation gave up everything and started over again.
Galahad still remembered the day when the prince who had returned from the Rhine had just arrived at Blood Harbor.
She only brought one knight with her, and the two of them rode on horses, standing in front of the Blood Harbor, looking at the rotten behemoth.
She only had a nominal title, and all powers had long been divided up among the nobles.
But she didn't care at all, holding the whip and pointing forward, with excitement on her face: "Look, Galahad, what a beautiful city, it is going to welcome a new master."
The look in his eyes made Galahad dare not look into his eyes, even though he was already an extraordinary being.
Isabella, his majesty, was arrogant and fearless. She had no attachment to anything in her hands. She placed all her chips on the table time and time again, and then stood up to welcome the worship and cheers of the world.
Galahad raised his head. The confidence and arrogance on the prince's face were no different from that of the thirteen-year-old girl.
That was the master he was loyal to.
The knight's heart gradually calmed down.
Fear, confusion, and despair all gradually faded away.
He is His Majesty's sword, cut through the thorns, just move forward without looking back.
(End of this chapter)
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