Chapter 804 Can you stroll down a pedestrian street while driving a self-propelled artillery piece?
Nora nodded, somewhat confused.
"Is it something like an evil god? Very powerful and dangerous? Like a gigantic monster such as the [Mother of Compassion]?"
"No, I'm not quite sure how to describe it, but if we're talking about power alone, yes, they are extremely powerful beings."
"Wouldn't Castel be in danger?"
"It's not just dangerous; if a [god] were to be summoned in Castel, Castel would probably already be destroyed."
Nora was taken aback: "That powerful?"
Ignati nodded solemnly, as if lost in some kind of memory: "[Gods] are completely incapable of being contended with by mortals. No matter how powerful the weapon, it is useless. Mortal weapons have absolutely no effect on [Gods]."
"It's not that it's not powerful enough, it's that it's completely ineffective. It's like trying to cut you with a knife through glass. As long as the glass isn't broken, it won't hurt you at all."
"What...what should we do!" Nora panicked. "Let's hurry to Castel and rescue them!"
"Don't worry, all the gods have disappeared."
"Disappeared? How could such a powerful being disappear?"
"I don't know either. In fact, the existence of [gods] is gradually disappearing. The churches are all covering up this history. If I hadn't lived for so long, I wouldn't even know this word anymore."
"So there's no need to worry, this ritual won't summon anything."
Nora paused for a moment, unsure whether she should relax. She was genuinely worried about Castel, Chloe, Gaia, Zoe, Monica, and Hughes.
"Why does the church want to cover up this history?" Gwen asked with some curiosity.
"I don't know either."
"Aren't you the Patriarch?"
“That was a very, very long time ago.” Ignati smiled bitterly. “Hundreds of years? A thousand years? I can’t remember anymore. I just won’t die, not that I won’t forget.”
“Then I’ll send this information to Castel right away. Lina wants to summon a god. Hmm, she’s a [Named One], she might know more, we need to be careful!” Nora looked at Ignati. “When do we set off?”
"I'll write a report for you as soon as possible."
Nora blinked, somewhat hesitantly: "Aren't you going to come back to Castel with us and talk to them in person?"
The Silent Sanctuary—no, there is no sanctuary anymore, only these [the Burialers].
They had a very close relationship with Hughes, who promised to provide asylum to the refugees in the North and, consequently, allowed the Burialers to stay there permanently.
This is quite rare. Back then, the Silent Church wanted to pay a huge price to exchange for a piece of land in the Empire, and Isabella agreed, but the Holy See refused to agree no matter what.
Almost no church allows two faiths to coexist in the same area.
But Hughes allowed it; he even allowed the [Buried Ones] to preach in Castel or join Imperial Truth.
Of course, no [Buried Ones] have started proselytizing yet; they are more interested in attending classes, and some have even studied the sacred texts of Imperial Truth on their own.
"You're not going? I thought you would answer Count Hughes's call." Nora's expression dimmed.
Even if the Holy Church doesn't directly participate in the war, providing some assistance would be helpful, right?
Gwen, standing beside her, had already lowered her eyes quietly. She was a follower of the church developed by Nora, not a baptist of Ignatius. Her superior's superior was not her superior, but she recognized Hughes as her lord.
She wouldn't hesitate if the Sanctuary parted ways with Castel.
"I answered his call; I came to fight."
"ah?"
“Castel is an ally of the Holy Church, but the Candlelight Church is not. What’s so strange about me helping my ally fight?” Ignati said matter-of-factly. “Besides, I’m also a bit interested in that self-propelled cannon. It’s a good opportunity to give it a try.”
Gwen scratched her head; she felt that the latter was the real reason.
Blood Harbor has become much more lively lately.
Since Castells decided to personally take to the field and fight against the Papacy, the entire Castells and Bloodharbor have been mobilized. Production lines are operating at full capacity, many factories have started to arrange shift work, people rest but the machines do not stop, and the roar of the machine spirits can be heard every moment.
With increased production capacity, logistics have also improved. Both rail and sea transport have become much busier, and workers can often be seen hauling goods.
Soldiers rotating on the front lines can also be seen frequently.
But regardless, this is the first time a huge self-propelled artillery piece has appeared on the street.
Betty stood there dumbfounded in her fish and chips shop.
She had been running the shop for a long time and had seen all sorts of customers. Aliens like the Banshee often lined up to buy fried fish, and even Lord Hughes had seen her several times.
But this was the first time she had ever seen a self-propelled artillery piece come to buy fried fish.
"One order of fries, one order of fried fish, extra sweet jam, no spice, to go, please."
Nora's cool voice, accompanied by a crackling sound of electricity, came from the loudspeaker of the self-propelled artillery.
Betty swallowed hard as she looked at its massive steel crew compartment, its scratched armor plates, and the dark muzzle of its guns.
This seemed to be a customer she couldn't refuse.
Many people gathered around to watch, and even members of the secret society came to maintain order.
Betty's hands trembled as she fried the fish. This was the first time so many people had crowded into her shop; she even had the urge to set up an entrance fee.
After frying the fish, Betty took the takeout box and instinctively handed it over, then paused.
"Me, I'm hanging on the muzzle of a cannon?"
With a click, the tank's crew compartment hatch opened, and a somewhat muffled voice came from inside: "Put it in here."
Bettis quickly grabbed the takeout box, went around the counter, and stood on tiptoe to look into the passenger cabin.
Inside was a lonely head, with black lines connecting directly to it. Betty stared at her.
"Alas!!!"
Betty was startled, let out a disjointed moan, hurriedly stuffed the packing box inside, and then quickly closed the hatch.
Just as he turned to run back, a voice suddenly rang out from the loudspeaker: "Wait!"
Betty quickly stopped and looked back. The cabin door opened with a "pop," and the head jumped up and stood on the canopy.
I didn't see it clearly before, but now I realize that the head is actually that of a young girl. Her long, white hair is like snow, and her pupils and eyelashes are also white, giving her a somewhat aloof appearance.
“I haven’t given you the money yet.” Nora jumped onto the counter in front of Betty, bit out a small money pouch, and pushed it forward.
(End of this chapter)
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