The car hesitated for a moment, as though time itself had slowed.
Nitroglycerin, mixed with air, was compressed into the combustion chamber and ignited. The next instant, explosive force violently drove the pistons upward!
The camshaft spun madly, transmitting savage power to the wheels in an instant, while the tires shrieked against the concrete.
Whether it was the engine's roar or the sound of explosions, there was perhaps no difference. Gwen and Nora were practically hurled forward by their seats.
It was as if a bomb had exploded behind them.
The tremendous acceleration pinned them firmly to their seats, crushing their screams in their throats.
Gwen turned her head with difficulty to look out the window. All she could see was a blur of flowing light and color, everything being flung backward at a maddening speed.
Every component in the car was crying out in agony, but the Machine Souls were cheering. These Machine Souls that fed on Nitroglycerin were far more violent than their Steam Engine predecessors.
A smile appeared on Galahad's face.
He liked this feeling. It made him feel as though he had returned to his childhood, imagining himself charging across a battlefield atop a fine steed.
Knights had long since lost the chance to charge. The advent of firearms had sent that ancient profession to its grave, yet the roar of the internal combustion engine beneath him had pulled it back out again.
It was a pity this was not a battlefield.
Perhaps one day, he would be able to ride an even larger iron horse onto a battlefield and charge through the enemy lines. Who could say what the future held?
Especially with so many legendary designers in Castel, Galahad felt certain that his dream would come true.
The car sped across the concrete road.