You were made to farm, and now you're the emperor of an empire?

Chapter 253 What can a witch do?
The standards of the conquering knights cannot be used to measure the witch; they can only be used as a reference.

Witches generally possess magical talents.

Some people have strong magical talents, while others have weak magical talents.

Talented spells are not all that a witch can do, because there are also basic, universal spells.

Even without innate magical abilities, one can still become a powerful being if they master general spells.

Both Gavial and Sanna are learning general magic.

These witches were different; they had already matured.

Therefore, Roman needs to examine a problem.

There were 18 witches in total.

Margaret is a high-ranking witch, and the other 17 are mid-ranking witches.

Leaving the former aside, according to Witch Forest, a mid-level witch is at least equivalent to a third-level knight.

Roman still valued these witches quite a bit.

Once the five seriously injured soldiers recovered, it was as if he had directly acquired 18 extraordinary individuals of the third rank or above.

So, what can the witches do?
First of all, we must acknowledge that they are spellcasters, human beings who need rest, not some tireless and inexhaustible monsters.

Among this group was a fire witch named Mabel, whose innate magic was fire magic.

Roman estimated that the flames she released were between 1,000 and 2,000 degrees Celsius.

It's definitely hotter than the furnace in the blacksmith's workshop.

But what can Roman get Mabel to do?
Burning lime to make cement? Smelting iron in a blast furnace? Processing iron ingots? Or is it the business of smelting alloys?

Otherwise, it's more sophisticated metal processing, such as producing seamless steel pipes and cannon barrels.

The answer is no!

At least not now.

Mabel quickly heated a 20-pound iron ingot to a forgeable state, which took about three to five minutes.

However, time is not the key point.

The key point is that heating steel is a process that requires a constant output of heat.

Roman knew about the limitations of the Conqueror Knight long before he designed the water-powered forging hammer.

A fifth-tier knight can definitely wield a 200-pound hammer for forging.

However, considering his exceptional physical resilience and endurance, he could smash something every three seconds on average.

But half a day later, the knight's arms must be incredibly sore.

Roman swore that if he let him smash it again, the fifth-tier knight's arms would be crippled.

As for hydraulic forging hammers, running for half a day or even half a month is not a problem. If a part is damaged, you can just replace the part.

But if Roman dares to treat Mabel as a perpetual motion machine of fire, then this perpetual motion machine will at most work intermittently for half an hour, and then it will break down!

Because witches are also human; they need to eat when they're hungry and rest when they're tired.

There were no perpetual motion machine energy pipes inserted behind them.

Roman wanted to ask that.

What kind of witch can release temperatures above 1000 degrees Celsius all morning, and then not feel tired at all, and even leisurely drink afternoon tea and discuss dinner with other witches?
If Mabel possessed such incredible strength...

She doesn't fall into the category of mid-level witches; even high-level witches can't describe her.

Unless the gods worshipped by the Vatican intervene, witches are invincible terrestrial deities, impossible to harm!
What Conqueror Order?
The Witch Order!!
Let me show you the witch's iron fist!

Roman's correct approach was not to send Mabel into industry.

Instead, they spared no expense to forge her a suit of armor, whether it was platinum, fine gold, or mithril.

In short, all resources were concentrated on Mabel, and she was armed to the teeth.

Then they put her on the battlefield!
Humanoid flamethrower!
The flames sprayed by flamethrower soldiers carrying fuel only reach a temperature of around 1,000 degrees Celsius at most.

Mabel's flames are hotter than the flamethrower's.

She was invincible on the battlefield.

When high-ranking knights face Mabel, they must retreat from the battlefield after resisting for two minutes, or they will be burned alive.

With Mabel in his grasp, he could crush the Papacy in five years at most. To take it to the extreme, he could simply take her and storm the Holy City, burning down the Holy See without any problem.

……

The truth is, Mabel could only maintain that level of spell intensity for a maximum of ten minutes before collapsing from exhaustion.

Roman pinched her philtrum until it bled, puffed out her cheeks like he was blowing air into an inflatable doll, and risked his life to revive her so she could cast her spell...

Then he successfully obtained a corpse that had been exploited to death.

……

So that scene was just a pipe dream.

Of course, Roman didn't think they were completely useless.

In fact, they just couldn't play a decisive role, but their supporting role was still extremely significant.

How to use it specifically varies from person to person.

The next morning, Roman took the twelve witches to the military camp.

The most direct way to understand this is through combat.

Roman's order was given yesterday.

When they arrived at the military camp, there were five hundred soldiers clad in plate armor.

The members of these temporary armies were either close to first-tier warrior knights or were already first-tier knights.

Dick, Aaron, Green, Nathan, and a host of other sergeants at the rank of squad leader, company commander, and battalion commander were also in the army.

A well-organized square formation, composed entirely of elite soldiers, stood before the witch.

“You don’t mean we have to deal with them?” Gwen shouted. “We can’t win, we can’t win no matter how you look at it.”

She could tell at a glance that the army in front of her could easily drown them.

Compared to them, those conscripts were nothing but a bunch of pigs.

Roman said, "This is a trial!"

Shasta also said, "Then we can't exert our full strength."

This kind of lukewarm exercise greatly weakens them; they'd be lucky to perform at 30% of their full strength.

These witches are all survivors of life-or-death battles, and their attacks are deadly—they are now terrified of killing their acting partners, which would make things unmanageable for everyone.

Roman pondered for a moment.

Admittedly, he hadn't considered things thoroughly.

If war drills don't work, then we can only rely on live simulations—everyone fighting in slow motion.

Roman prepared this trial not only to test the witch's power.

More importantly, it prepares his army psychologically to know that besides the knights of war, there is another kind of extraordinary unit in the world.

To the greatest extent possible, this will prevent them from being completely clueless when they encounter similar situations in the future.

Forewarned is forearmed, without prejudging the waste.

Dick and Green, among others, were also eager to try out this simulated battle.

Perhaps due to the order of conquerors, the witch forest never antagonizes the nobles. Unless a noble launches a large-scale hunt for witches, there is no chance for the two sides to fight.

Roman, like a director, meticulously explained the specific ideas behind this war scene to the witch and the knights.

The concept of this slow-motion exercise is easy to understand.

Shasta suddenly said, "In that case, let's not count Margaret. Just let her watch from the sidelines."

Roman glanced at Margaret, whose hair, combed and dyed a blood-red color, cascaded down naturally, obscuring most of her strikingly beautiful face.

She spoke very little; Roman never saw Margaret speak voluntarily.

She was like a vampire in an ancient castle, cold, silent, and utterly taciturn; lying in a tomb wouldn't feel out of place.

She didn't show any emotion when she heard Shasta's words.

“Okay.” Roman agreed to Shasta’s suggestion.

(End of this chapter)