Chapter 1157: Chapter 355: Emptied the Super chanical Factory_2 Chapter 1157: Chapter 355: Emptied the Super chanical Factory_2 The trio continued to make their way under the cover of night for another two kiloters, with Talon City coming into view.
It was a steel tropolis with walls reaching a hundred ters high.
Towering chimneys, like the fingers of a giant, poked into the grey sky, endlessly spewing thick, rolling smoke.
The city walls were made of heavy, massive iron plates, pieced together with rivets, and covered in patchy rust and war-inflicted craters and holes.
But most striking of all were the countless, innurable cannons!
With barrel diaters spanning several ters and lengths extending dozens of ters, the super-sized cannons were as common as hedgehog spikes, densely packed.
The entire city was, in essence, a fortress of steel.
Although Leonard Churchill had seen photographs in the newspaper, witnessing this exaggerated Machinery City with his own eyes shook him deeply.
This steampunk-style Machinery City had an indescribable sense of magic about it.
At this very mont, those nurous cannons were firing intensively, the flashes of fire flickering.
The endless firepower seed to dispel the fear of war.
It made a primal awe of strength well up from deep within Leonard’s soul.
In front of such war machines, human power felt as insignificant and helpless as if in the presence of a God.
As he was contemplating, guards from the nearby chanical Guard City spotted the three of them.
At this critical juncture, no one would co to Talon City to seek death. Seeing the newcors, a small group of people from within the Machinery City promptly approached to et them.
Leonard knew they were there to rendezvous with them.
From afar, soone called out, “Is it Sophia?”
Sophia Jones also lifted her cloak, equally surprised, “Uncle Roy, how co you’re coming out of the city?”
The man who spoke sighed in relief upon seeing it was indeed Sophia Jones, “Ah… Sophia, you should not have co. But let’s talk more once we’re inside the city.”
He was a middle-aged man with greying hair and a resolute face.
This was Marshal Roy of the Federation’s Third chanical Division, now the overall commander of the battle in Talon City.
…
The Roy’s Family once served under Sophia’s grandfather, the bond between the two families couldn’t be sumd up in a few words.
Otherwise, Sophia wouldn’t have risked her life to co and offer reinforcents.
Sophia went to the City Lord Manor; she had war intelligence to review and reconcile with Roy’s Family.
As for professional matters, they were best left to professionals, and Leonard did not understand much about war command.
He and Seven Brown headed into the city.
Visiting Talon City, there was another task to accomplish, which was to inspect the status of several of the Song Family’s super factories.
If the chance arose, he would try to figure out a way to take so equipnt and chanics with him.
The daily routine of artillery fire continued.
Walking along the city streets, the experience was even more vivid, with deafening sounds and the ground trembling beneath them, the air thick with the scent of gunpowder.
Talon City’s main and several other Machinery Cities combined housed over a million troops and nearly two million citizens.
This place held the Federation’s largest and most nurous chanical Factories.
After realizing that small-scale charges couldn’t breach these walls, people from the Southern Continent had only engaged in long-distance magic confrontations for many days, without further assaults on the city.
It seed the city’s residents had grown accustod to the bombardnts.
On the streets, many pedestrians wore gas masks and chanical equipnt.
So shops still operated.
Mostly chanical modifications and arms dealers, along with official rationing points selling black bread.
Walking along the streets, Leonard, through his Clown mask, could clearly see the strands of fear, despair, and pessimism – negative emotions perating the city.
It was as if so mysterious force was drawing in these negative emotions, inhalation and exhalation like drawing thread, absorbing it to sowhere unknown.
Seeing this, Leonard murmured to himself, “Is the New King of Orlan really absorbing the Law of Fear…”
The Power of Laws ford by the negative emotions of a million people was so tangible it allowed one to clearly see the physical manifestation of those laws in reality.
Having risen in tier, Leonard was also beginning to understand the principle behind this thod.
It wasn’t just the Law of Fear.
With careful observation, one could see the existence of certain universal, cosmic rules everywhere: war, famine, gamblers, Order, peace, money, Kingship, courage…
The tumult of the world made them all manifest before his eyes.
Leonard seed lost in thought.
He had first thought this war was rely Marshal Andre’s initiation ceremony, but he later realized it was not just that.
The war was like an overwhelming torrent, and card masters were but fish in its flow.
Powerful card masters were rely larger fish.
The countless fish were swept along by the torrent, propelled by an irreversible trend towards an unknown destiny.
Starting the war was more like opening a sluice gate,
Not creating the flood.
The water had always been there, dormant in its quiet pool, largely unnoticed until disturbed.
As he walked, Leonard was likewise absorbing the negative emotions, finding himself in a subtle state of enlightennt.
Without realizing it, the two arrived at 331 Gunpowder Street in the Northern District.
The area contained dozens of factories, both large and small, with several of the Song Family’s super factories located here.
Seven Brown looked around, then pointed at a small western-style building with a “Deka First Machinery Company” sign and said, “This is where Fatty Williams told to co.”
The Song Family had nurous enterprises, and not all bore the family’s insignia to avoid drawing attention.
The “Deka Company” was one such enterprise.
Leonard nodded in acknowledgnt.
The two of them entered the building.
Due to the war, there weren’t many custors to discuss business with, and there wasn’t even a receptionist at the entrance, perhaps having been sent ho.
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