I, transformed into a vampire girl, sparked the Industrial Revolution.

Chapter 221 Summit (2)

As the ship gradually approached the shore, two steam tugboats towed the church's ship to its berth at the dock. The saints carefully observed the scene before them. Porto Carlo, this ancient port, was different from before. The wooden piers were no longer visible in the port area, and all the port facilities had been reinforced with concrete.

This is a bustling commercial port, where large cranes swing their long arms. The chaotic scene of the past, with scattered cargo, is gone. Various standardized pallets, standardized boxes, and steel containers are now in operation, with stevedores busily moving about.

The concrete pier of the harbor extends into the sea, connecting with the ocean. Waves lap against the shore, creating white foam that contrasts beautifully with the gray structures. A light dust hangs in the air of the harbor. The saint tries to recall this unique feeling, and finally realizes that it comes from the industrial zone he built against all odds.

He had never truly seen the future of industrialization until now, when he witnessed what it would all become: the amount of steel produced by the church in a year was less than the amount of steel used by this modern port.

As they disembarked from the ship via the steel pier, a red carpet was already laid out on the ground. The saint stared intently at the guards beside him. The Breton Republican Army was not an elite force, and had never even been deployed outside of Bretonnia. Yet, the Breton Republican Army honor guard, with their guns held high, still made the saint feel pressured.

The church's army had not been reformed for a long time. He overruled objections and formed a new army of several divisions. He boldly studied the army organization in the Amerinsi Wars of Unification, bypassed the Inquisition's review, and paid for the new uniforms and weapons out of his own pocket.

He calmly stepped off the ship. The CEO elected by the Brittany Parliament, Bancaro Davis, was a pure human being. His other identity was the president and CEO of Davis Electric Company, and the founder of this Brittany electrical giant.

"Welcome, Your Excellency Saint, welcome to the Republic of Brittany, by Carlo Davis, Chief Executive Officer of the Republic."

It is obvious to anyone that Brittany did not decline after that war as the Church officially claimed. Brittany, composed of merchants, was purely capitalist and was racing down the path of capitalism.

Here, capital reigns supreme, commerce comes first, and the government is primarily composed of capitalists, with the national government being secondary. Under the protection of Amelansi, Brittany attracted capital from the entire western continent, forging this magnificent city.

"I am new here. I am a saint, and my name has long been erased."

After exchanging pleasantries, the second ship sounded its horn and entered the bay. A huge black, red, and green flag was hung on the mast of a ship. The Desert Empire Navy had also sent its newest and most advanced warship—the Caliph I-class battleship Mesudiye.

Compared to the Church's ironclads, the Mesudier was a true modern battleship. Although its initial design followed the ironclad design, the Caliphate Navy decided to modify the design after learning of the appearance of dreadnoughts in the Amelansi fleet. They added a superstructure, installed the ship with the latest 203mm twin-mounted main gun system manufactured by the dwarves, and added 127mm secondary guns above the waterline.

This made it the most powerful battleship in the Southern Ocean. As soon as it appeared, it immediately attracted the attention of Hedran. The newly independent Hedran Republic authorities immediately discussed the plan to order naval vessels with the Amerlanxi side. In the end, Amerlanxi sold all three Minotaur-class ironclads and two Novik-class destroyers to Hedran.

The saints' expressions grew increasingly serious. Just as the church was shrinking and preparing to concentrate its efforts, these continental nations had completed their initial industrialization and established localized industries.

He pondered these things. In the heart of the church, every new thing needed to be examined. From the church to the Inquisition, each item required those pot-bellied fellows to spend ten or fifteen days on it. The technology itself was perfectly fine. Although he was a devout saint, he had once deeply understood all of this. The goddess had indeed not interfered with anything on earth. The technology originated from the demons, but was developed by the demons using the rules of the world created by the goddess.

The goddess created this world, and this world is filled with the goddess's love. Does that mean that understanding and utilizing the rules of this world is the best way to repay and pay tribute to the goddess?

The saint was lost in thought when he suddenly wondered if this meant that these demons were the most devout people. He dared not let his thoughts wander, but once this idea took hold, it was impossible to shake it off.

Just then, another ship's horn sounded. Unlike the previous one, this horn was deafening, forcing everyone to look. The saint looked out to sea—his mouth agape, astonished by what he saw.

It was a colossal ship unlike any other.

A colossal, mobile sea castle appeared in the harbor. Unlike the ships of the Caliphate or the Church, this behemoth was towering and enormous, reflecting a cold light. He saw steel griffins take flight from the behemoth, making a roaring sound. Even he could not comprehend such a behemoth, except for the "16" neatly painted in white on the side of the ship.

With the help of tugboats, the USS Essex, an Essex-class aircraft carrier of the American Navy, slowly moored into the harbor. Under the gaze of people from different countries and races, this massive steel behemoth once again proclaimed the greatness of the Industrial Revolution.

Alice stood on the deck, facing the sea breeze. This Essex-class ship was far from being ready for combat. It carried only half of the air wing fighters stipulated in the regulations, and the sailors' proficiency was seriously lacking, barely enough to operate it. Its combat power came almost entirely from a Dreadnought-class battleship outside the harbor.

Even so, no one expected it to be like this. The foreign delegations on the shore were almost all shocked by it. In addition, with the Dreadnought-class battleship gradually entering the harbor, no one thought it was a paper tiger.

An electric lift lifted a helicopter onto the deck, where Alice and Raffarin Low boarded the new naval heavy helicopter. Nearby, the mature CH-1 Huey helicopter was ready, whipping up a fierce wind on the deck.

"Noble One, prepare for liftoff!"

The pilots gave a readiness signal over the radio, and the flight control officer on the bridge responded to them.

"Received, Noble One, launch approved. Good luck!"