You Have Science, I Have Martial Arts-Chapter 605 - 273: Industrial Cthulhu?

Rumble~

On the ground, steam tanks belching hot steam rolled over the wheat seedlings in the fields. These thirty-ton behemoths had a rough, extreme design, like moving rectangular coffins.

However, for the city-states of the Land of the Setting Sun, this was black technology they couldn’t resist. Knights with mastery in martial arts were no stronger than ants in the face of the steel torrent.

The Silver Wing Kingdom, the last pure land of the Black Sea, was also reduced to powder today before the steam army of the Iron Fury Empire.

The last king gathered the final hundred Silver Wing knights to charge at the enemy, but alas, they ultimately shattered in vain under the treads of the steam tanks.

Before being ground into mush, the King of Silver Wings hopelessly stared at the steel monster before him, letting out a mournful cry, "God, have you abandoned your people?"

Then came the sound of metal hulls being crushed and ground.

Iron Fury Empire, Divine Forged City.

This was once the territory of the Kingdom of Embers, but now it has become the capital city of the Iron Fury Empire, thus the Iron Fury Race named it the Divine Gifted Land because the steam warships descended here.

Most of the former kingdom’s buildings have been razed to the ground, replaced by towering factories with chimneys, and the roar of machinery echoes through the city’s streets.

The clear sky turned pitch black, the fresh air became stale, and pedestrians hurriedly covered their mouths to cough as if someone were chasing them with a whip.

Unlike the gray and filthy industrial area, the Noble District of the Divine Forged City was magnificently luxurious, and the Imperial Palace was built to extreme opulence, making one feel as if they’ve entered another world.

Here, there was no disease or sewage, no smoke filling the sky, only the sounds of birds and fragrances of flowers, along with babbling streams.

In the grand and solemn palace, Ishtar, dressed in splendid garments and wearing a crown, quietly awaited reports from the front line. Leaning languidly on a solid gold seat, his narrow eyes seemed to hide a bloodthirsty edge.

He was the first emperor of the Iron Fury Empire, and on his journey to the imperial throne, he tread upon the corpses of his father and brother, so his imperial power was forged with blood and bone, fondly nicknamed the ’Blood Emperor’ by his subjects.

"Your Majesty."

The dusty messenger returned with news from the front: "The Holy Light of the Supreme Will has already shone upon the last piece of land in the Land of the Setting Sun, and the empire’s territory now encompasses the entire White Sea and Black Sea."

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, on achieving such unprecedented feats!"

"Long live Your Majesty!"

"Long live the Empire!"

Listening to the flattery of his subjects, Ishtar said, "I have already ruled the west of the earth, next I will continue to lead the army to conquer the East, spreading the glory of the Supreme Will over every piece of land upon which the sun shines."

"Are we going to war with the East?"

"It is rumored that it is a land flowing with milk and honey there, with gold everywhere."

In the hall, countless imperial nobles clad in military uniforms all revealed greedy expressions, with a bloodthirsty zeal emanating from deep within their eyes: "The empire’s steam army is invincible, even the distant East will surely bow before Your Majesty’s knees!"

"We are willing to follow Your Majesty, to conquer the distant East for the empire!"

Like a pack of wolves, they already regarded the mysterious East as a sweet pastry, eagerly awaiting the roar of the steam to reach that ancient and wondrous land.

Then, a grand banquet was held in the imperial palace, countless delicious dishes were wheeled into the hall, and soon the plates were piled high.

Nobles, dressed in luxurious silk robes, raised their leaden goblets, downing the blood-red wine and chatting enthusiastically about the conquest of the East. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Some impatient nobles even began to divide up territory already.

To them, the empire’s army was invincible, the great Supreme Will was the omniscient and omnipotent God, and under the guidance of God, no enemy could withstand the empire’s blade.

Unlike the bustling palace, the slums of the Divine Forged City were like a dead cemetery, with the low huts resembling filthy tombs.

Asbestos tiles and various industrial wastes were common building materials here. Without a sewage system, when it rained, it was everyone’s nightmare.

From kilometers away, Mars could smell the pungent odor. He looked in bewilderment at his former hometown, "Is this the City of Embers?"

Now the old country has completely lost its original appearance.

The smoke emitted by the factories turned into dust, almost blocking the entire sky, so that the golden sunlight could not reach the ground, leaving the streets shrouded in a gray haze.

"This place is now called Divine Forged City, a miraculous place blessed by the gods."

A bearded man in shabby work clothes approached Mars, blind in one eye, with a long scar running down the left side of his face like a red-black centipede almost splitting his face in two, making him look so grim and terrifying.

However, Mars was overjoyed to see him: "Herbert, you’re alive!"

He stepped forward and pulled the former Captain of the Palace Guard of the Kingdom of Embers into a tight embrace, "Thank goodness, I thought you were dead."

"Alas, I might as well be dead."

Herbert let out a sigh, then coughed vigorously until his palm, covering his mouth, was filled with red-black filthy blood.

"What’s wrong with you?"