Chapter 493 Praise the Name of the Lord
What does "hao" mean? Isn't it usually only used on ships?
"So, that is man-made? Is it a human creation?"
"Of course. Look, it's going to dock at the airport." The Crusader pointed ahead, and Hunter looked in the direction he pointed.
That was a little further away, and Hunter was just thinking about the railroad tracks and didn't look in that direction.
There was a huge, empty plain with huge symbols painted on the ground and flashing lights as a guide.
There were many thick cables tied to the ground, some of which were tied to oval-shaped objects.
Looking closely, those oval objects seem to be flying in the sky! ?
Could it be... Hunter looked up hurriedly. Although the "sky curtain beast" above his head was so large that it seemed to have no end, if he looked carefully, it seemed to be oval in shape. Because it was too close, Hunter could see many details.
For example, the constantly rotating blades, the sharp eyes and the ferocious teeth are actually painted on. Under the dark yellow painted skin is a square cockpit with some figures moving in it.
This, this is really. But isn't the sky a forbidden zone for humans? Even the great sage Bruno of the past could not conquer the sky. Hunter subconsciously began to analyze what kind of machinery should be used to achieve this effect, and what kind of steam engine could drive the rotor to lift himself into the sky.
Ideas kept coming up, only to be rejected in an instant.
The more you think, the more curious you become, and the more curious you are, the more you want to think.
Bloodshot gradually appeared in his wide-open eyes and his pupils began to tremble.
No, no, impossible, absolutely impossible! Hunter covered his ears and shook his head in horror.
This was definitely not something that humans could create. The giant beast in the sky seemed to slowly open its mouth, wanting to bite him to pieces! Everything in front of him slowly twisted, and just when he felt his will gradually sink, a little light suddenly appeared in his head.
That was a warning from the Tongue of Thorns. The words of the mysterious man appeared in his mind again - "When you are lost, silently recite the name of my Lord in your heart, and the fog in front of you will naturally dissipate, and you will not be shaken."
"What is the Lord's name?"
"Xius." The Skitarii beside him answered without hesitation. After a moment, he felt something was wrong and quickly explained, "Wait, I'm talking about the Lord, Lord! Lord Xius is not a god. This is something everyone knows. This is something the Lord has repeatedly emphasized. I didn't say he was. You... uh, there shouldn't be any misunderstanding, right?"
Ignoring the young man's somewhat flustered explanation, Hunter only felt a deafening bell ringing in his heart. His crazy thoughts were instantly dispelled, and reason seemed to return to this body. The sound of waves in his ears gradually disappeared.
The Lord's name is Hughes.
Hunter raised his head and looked at the huge and ferocious creature above. This time, there was no longer fear in his eyes, but something else.
It actually works!
Of course, he did not believe the man's words, nor did he regard Zeus as the so-called master. That man and the "Tongue of Thorns" were most likely some kind of cult.
The nobles all knew that not a single word of the cult could be believed.
But if it is useful just by chanting the name in your heart, then it would be nice to make use of it.
Moreover, such a huge and sacred creation cannot be created by mortals. This Lord Xius may really have something.
Woo! A loud whistle sounded, and a train appeared on the railway in the distance. With a clanging sound, it slowly entered the station.
Hunter took a deep breath and adjusted his mood, then stood up from the ground. While brushing the dirt off his body, he explained a few words to the Crusaders and boarded the train together.
Among the crowd at the station, a man wearing a monocle had a strange look on his face.
He took off his lenses and wiped them while muttering to himself.
"Strange. His mind has stabilized so quickly. I thought he would go crazy again. Could it be that his will is particularly strong?"
"Forget it. It's a good thing that he didn't go crazy. Let's go back to the experiment and try to get the shell thing done as soon as possible."
Richard shook his head and disappeared in the crowd at the station.
Hunter sat in his seat on the train, feeling inexplicably at peace.
After hesitating for a while, he decided to ask indirectly.
"Are there many cults on Castel?"
"Which one do you mean?" a Skitarius asked subconsciously, but his companion replied seriously: "Of course there is no evil cult in Castel! Both the Lord and our Skitarius are fighting against evil cults. What rumors have you heard?"
"No, no, I just heard you say that the Lord is not a god?"
"Yes!" This time, the two of them looked serious. "The Lord is not a god. This is what Lord Hughes said himself. Anyone who misinterprets this will be brought to justice."
"Well, perhaps this can be called the doctrine of the Imperial Truth."
Hunter frowned. Why did they keep emphasizing that he was not a god? Moreover, not only the crusaders, but also the heretics of Thorn Tongue, the madman who worshipped Hughes as their master, strictly prohibited him from being chanted as a god.
Besides, isn't it good to be a god? There is no Candlelight Society here, so who cares if you call yourself a god? Hunter just felt confused. Why should he care? Isn't it just that you don't think Hughes is a god? What's so difficult about that? Hunter felt a little confused, and it was difficult to ask in detail, so he could only look out the window.
He had taken a train before, but the North was mostly plains, and he had been imprisoned on the train the entire time, and had not seen much of the scenery.
It is really an amazing feeling to sit still and look to both sides in a fast-moving car.
The horse-drawn carriage was extremely bumpy inside, and even with more springs it would still hurt your butt. But this train was obviously much bigger, but it was much more stable.
He hadn't thought much about these things before, but now that he had nothing to do, he thought about it for a while and finally figured it out.
It must be because of the track.
The ground is always bumpy, but laying tracks can filter out these vibrations. I heard that the Rhine trams are famous for their stability, so it should be the same principle.
This is what human creations should look like. He is a scholar in the field of mechanics and has solid knowledge. An airship that even he cannot analyze must have a big problem.
Well, can't think about that. Hunter was still in shock from what had just happened.
It’s better to look at the scenery outside the window more.
Hunter looked at the towering walls outside the window and suddenly frowned.
Why are there so many walls on the island? They seem to be heading towards the sea.
(End of this chapter)
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