Chapter 795 Nora's New Body
The car hesitated for a moment, and time seemed to slow down at that instant.
Nitroglycerin mixed with air was forced into the combustion chamber and ignited. The next moment, the explosive force pushed the piston up!
The camshaft spun wildly, and the violent power was instantly transmitted to the wheels, making a sharp screeching sound as the tires rubbed against the concrete ground.
It was impossible to tell whether it was the roar of an engine or an explosion, or perhaps there was no difference—Gwen and Nora were practically thrown forward by their seats.
It felt like a bomb had exploded behind me.
The immense acceleration pressed them firmly into their seats, silencing their screams.
Gwen turned her head with difficulty to look out the window, only to see a dazzling array of lights, and everything was being thrown backward at an insane speed.
Every part of the vehicle was groaning, but the machine spirits were cheering. These machine spirits, which fed on nitroglycerin, were far more irritable than their steam engine predecessors.
Galahad smiled.
He liked this feeling; it made him feel like he had returned to his childhood, fantasizing about riding a steed and charging into battle.
The knight had long since lost his chance to charge; the advent of muskets had buried this ancient profession, but the roar of the internal combustion engine beneath him had pulled him back to life.
Unfortunately, this is not a battlefield.
Perhaps one day, he will be able to ride an even bigger iron horse to the battlefield and charge into battle; no one can say for sure what the future holds.
Especially with Castells having so many legendary designers, Galahad felt that her dream would definitely come true.
Cars sped across the concrete surface. The infrastructure here was quite good. The Empire had pushed the front line back to Tiss, back to the area covered by the railway and highway network, and logistics here had actually improved.
Gwen and Nora finally recovered, and as they started moving, they felt that going to war was nothing special.
"But to be honest, this internal combustion engine is really fast. No wonder it burns nitroglycerin," Gwen exclaimed. "I wish I could drive this car to the battlefield."
“That’s still not very realistic,” Galahad said, one hand on the steering wheel. “Diesel locomotives can currently only run on paved roads, unless you’re in flight mode.”
Taking off in flight mode is easy, but landing is more difficult, and the car becomes disposable.
Unless you add more nitroglycerin and make Galahad actually pilot the shell like Monica said.
But this would make Galahad a one-time use item.
The Papacy's advance has put considerable pressure on Isabella, who urgently needs weapons to counter steam tanks. Lately, the way she looks at Galahad has been strange; she might actually be considering a one-time use of Galahad.
This is one of the reasons why Galahad was so enthusiastic in picking up Nora and her companion at the station.
"Although diesel locomotives cannot go to the battlefield, the self-propelled artillery you will see later can go to the battlefield on its own."
Upon hearing this, Gwen and Nora's eyes lit up.
"That's great! I can't wait!"
"Hmm? Can't wait?" Galahad perked up noticeably. "Then I'll drive a little faster."
"ah?"
Galahad pulled the lever, and his specially modified car immediately emitted a mechanical clanging sound.
A brand new pedal extends from his left foot.
"I have to say that Monica is quite skilled at designing cars, especially this 10x throttle."
"Sit tight, don't worry, feeling dizzy is normal."
Screams soon echoed across the northern sky.
Gwen was carried off the bus.
Thanks to the four-point seatbelt, she was not thrown out, but unfortunately Galahad was driving a bit too aggressively, leaving many dents in the shape of Gwen's head on the roof of the carriage.
As for Nora
Nora is currently unable to wear a seatbelt.
But she has a lot of similar experience; she even participated in a football match featuring succubi before.
So even though Nora was flying around in the car and Gwen was covered in bruises, Nora was still unharmed.
As for Galahad, one can only say that he truly lives up to his title of "Knight." He can control the vehicle while simultaneously standing up, pressing the accelerator, and dodging Nora, who is flying around inside the car.
They even managed to drive the car to their destination.
The ability to control vehicles is terrifying!
Although she was carried off the vehicle, the situation was urgent, and there was no time to mourn Gwen's miserable state. The new army carried her directly to the self-propelled artillery area and stuffed her into the artillery.
Nora, on the other hand, walked and flew in by herself.
“Richard’s self-propelled artillery is quite large. Due to the unstable nature of the contaminants, it is difficult to preserve shells for a long time if they are made directly. Therefore, unlike other weapons, it does not use pre-loaded shells,” Galahad explained to Nora, dragging the unconscious Gwen along.
"No shells? Do we have to reload them on the spot?" Nora was taken aback.
"Similarly, it involves directly filling a special storage chamber with pollutants and nitroglycerin, which are then mixed and loaded into the shell before firing, somewhat like the Dragon's Breath Cannon."
"Don't worry, you don't need to load the medicine yourself. This part is done by specialized machinery, which is why it is so large."
"That's why only extraordinary individuals can control it. You have to control the launch, movement, and loading simultaneously. This part requires you to communicate with the Sea of Ignorance and synchronize with the machine's soul. Don't worry, it's not difficult."
Nora looked up at the self-propelled artillery in front of her, momentarily lost in thought.
It weighs over ten tons, which is the weight of a medium tank from World War I.
Moreover, due to its less integrated design compared to modern tanks, it is much larger in size.
Nora felt that it was a huge steel behemoth, like a house with a cannon barrel stuck in it and driven directly onto the battlefield.
“This self-propelled artillery is not much different in size from the Vatican’s steam tanks, but the design concepts are completely different.” Galahad stepped forward and patted the dark cannon barrel.
"I don't have specific data on the Vatican's steam tanks, but they should have been primarily characterized by heavy armor, with firepower and mobility being secondary."
"Richard's self-propelled artillery is the opposite. Don't be fooled by its size; it's actually extremely easy to drive. I can't quite describe the feeling, but you'll know once you try it."
"Moreover, its firepower is extremely exaggerated. Hey, you haven't seen the power of its 150mm howitzer. That thing weighs a hundred pounds, and it's loaded on the spot. It's powerful!"
As Galahad spoke, he waved to the mechanic beside him: "All checked? Turn it on!"
The mechanic, who was pulling a small cart to inject contaminants into the self-propelled artillery, took a step back upon hearing this and suddenly pulled the control lever.
The self-propelled artillery's hull slowly unfolded with a mechanical grinding sound.
(End of this chapter)
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