Chapter 492 Broken, going crazy again
"That's a salvage ship. It salvages the wreckage of sunken ships from the seabed and re-smelts them for use." The young man escorting him explained casually, "The steel from the sunken ship will make it easier to give birth to the ship soul. Although it's bad to be scolded by both the steam engine and the ship soul, at least it's safer. And at the rate at which the shipyard is sinking ships, if we don't salvage them, this dock will be unusable sooner or later."
Hunter understood every word in this passage, but when they were put together, it was a little confusing. What is a ship soul? Why does the shipyard want to sink the ship? Most importantly, why does the steam engine curse?
Hunter subconsciously wanted to ask, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly stopped talking.
The advice the young doctor gave him was still ringing in his ears - don't listen, don't look, don't think, the more you know, the closer you are to madness.
Damn it, he is a scholar, and his curiosity is like a raging fire, burning his reason.
After struggling for a while, he just nodded and followed the young man next to him away from the dock.
"By the way, I haven't asked you yet, who are you..." Hunter's eyes fell on the holy emblem hanging on the young man's clothes.
He had seen it on the ship, and it was exactly the same as what was written in the holy book.
"I'm a crusader, affiliated with the Imperial Church of Truth." The young man felt Hunter's gaze and straightened his chest.
"I see. I don't know much about your church. Can you tell me some of its doctrines?" Hunter said carefully.
This was his experience in dealing with church personnel.
The people in these churches may not necessarily love money or covet power, but their faith is generally more devout.
Even if one's faith is not devout enough, one would not mind explaining a few words to appear more pious.
Therefore, the best way to flatter them is to ask them for advice and let them explain the doctrine from a superior position. This was taught to him by Hunter's father.
But the Crusader who had been smiling all the time suddenly paused, and the smile froze on his face.
"The doctrine of the Imperial Truth, that's it."
He looked for help at his companion, another escorting Skitarii.
As a result, the man's face changed drastically and he began to mumble hesitantly.
"Doctrine. Damn it, is there any doctrine in the scriptures? What is our church for?"
Hunter's eyes widened. Aren't these two people the crusaders? Logically speaking, the army under the name of the church should be the most pious. Could it be that this church has become so corrupt?
The two of them muttered for a while, and finally said with an embarrassed look: "This question is quite profound, and it cannot be explained in one or two sentences. You can find our political commissar, technical priest. Uh, you can find our Archbishop Alexi, he should know the doctrine, right?"
"But if you have any other questions, you can ask us, about physics, chemistry, etc. You seem to be a scholar of mechanical engineering? We can talk about this."
Hunter tried hard to force a smile and nodded in cooperation, but his heart was full of disdain.
Are you kidding me? Asking him to discuss mechanical knowledge with these clergymen who are specialized in combat?
They may not even know what a gear is! They can't even explain the proper doctrine. This church is really rotten to the core!
What can a church like this manage?
Suppressing the thoughts in his mind, Hunter followed the two crusaders and continued to move forward.
The ground beneath his feet was lead gray and felt very hard. Hunter couldn't tell what material it was made of.
There were people coming and going near the dock, and tall steel cranes were helping people unload cargo from the ship.
Steel, steel again.
Looking at the huge crane, Hunter felt a little numb.
The steel here grows on trees. Can we just pick it and smelt it at will?
How can there be so many?
After unloading the goods from the dock, the porters used machinery to transport it to a train parked not far away.
Hunter had seen the train before. The armored train that traveled between the North and Blood Harbor was several times larger than the one in front of him. Hunter was more interested in the tracks.
He was being escorted before and didn't look at it carefully. Now that he was closer, he found that the track was also made of steel.
The amount of steel used in the rails is not too much, at least not much compared to those ironclad ships, but it runs all the way from Blood Harbor to the North! It takes half a month to get from Blood Harbor to the North by horseback. Just thinking about the amount of steel used makes my scalp tingle.
They are not afraid of being stolen.
However, Hunter thought of the steam locomotive that could make a round trip in half a day, and nodded suddenly. Such heavy rails, without large tools, it would take half a day to pry off even a single one. If large tools were used, the black muzzle on the roof of the car would not be just for decoration.
The train had not arrived yet. The three of them were waiting in line on the platform. Hunter suddenly felt his vision darken.
Is it cloudy? Why did it suddenly get dark?
Hunter raised his head in confusion, then froze in place, his pupils shrinking to the size of a needle tip in an instant.
What the hell was that? Almost the entire field of vision was occupied by the huge and strange creation. The sky seemed to have a lid and was falling down. The indescribable feeling of oppression made Hunter fall to the ground, gasping for breath, feeling suffocated and unable to breathe.
And that huge thing seemed to be moving! It was moving above his head at a speed that seemed slow, but was actually quite fast.
Hunter only felt that his vision seemed to be receding, everything else in front of him was gradually blurring, but the giant object in the air became clearer and clearer.
He saw a pair of blood-red and sharp eyes on the huge body, which seemed to be filled with anger.
There was also a slightly open ferocious mouth, filled with sharp, jagged teeth, eager to tear apart the enemy in front.
What was this? A giant whale flying in the sky? A kingdom of God floating in the air? Or was it the God himself? Hunter looked around in panic, but found that the two crusaders beside him looked as if they were used to it. Most of the passengers preparing to board the train also didn't care much. Instead, the young people who came with him on the boat were pointing excitedly.
No one collapsed and screamed, no one knelt and kowtowed, and many people were too lazy to even raise their eyelids, as if it was just a boring scenery.
Damn it, aren't they scared? Aren't they terrified? With such a huge existence floating above his head, Hunter felt like he was about to be scared to death.
"The Skyshroud Behemoth is an old friend. Although many new airships have been built later, I still think it is the best, isn't it?"
The Skitarii looked up and said with a smile.
The Sky Curtain Behemoth? His somewhat slow brain began to work slowly after a while, and an incredible guess emerged in his mind.
(End of this chapter)
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