I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

The tightly pursed little mouth suddenly opened wide, revealing sharp jagged teeth inside. Before the soldier who spoke at the beginning could react, she bit his head with both cheeks torn.

With a "crack" sound, brain matter splattered everywhere. The four soldiers watching nearby were splashed with some of their brains and fell back to the ground, howling like ghosts. The gurgling sound of swallowing could be heard clearly.

The scene of gnawing on a raw skull just now really frightened them out of their wits. Their whole bodies became weak and trembling, and they wanted to get up and run away.

Amid the creaking sound of the carriage, a blood-red figure appeared at the entrance of the carriage. There was no catwoman or little loli there, only a cat-like monster made of blood-colored threads, holding the corpse of a soldier whose body was still twitching.

Soon the corpse stopped shaking and shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye. Finally, it fell to the ground and turned into powder, leaving only a complete set of armor and a helmet with a large piece missing from the top.

"Oh my god!!!"

"Help!"

'Kill it! Draw your sword!'

Before they could make any further moves, the scene became quiet after a series of puffs. The big cat raised its head, sniffed, and flew in the direction of the strongest smell.

Several mummies strung on the tails behind him fell to the ground due to gravity.

The mayor of Bost City tossed and turned in bed in agitation, and his wife patted his back soothingly: "I know you are annoyed by those lowly people outside the city, but you have to rest well before you have the energy to deal with them."

The city lord complained, "Alas, I don't know what the little prince is thinking. He insists on driving so many people out. As soon as he says something, all of us city lords have to run around."

"Tens of thousands of orcs have gathered outside the city. They have nothing to eat or drink. Who knows when they will start to attack the city gate? How can I sleep well?"

The city lord's wife covered her mouth and smiled: "You are worrying too much. How can they have the courage to charge the city? This is a capital crime. In my opinion, it is better for them to charge the city. This way, the problem will be much easier."

The city lord glanced at the middle-aged lady lying on the bed, with a hint of disdain in his eyes:

"It's easy to say, but if tens of thousands of hungry orcs really fight to the death, at least 30% of my 20,000 troops will be destroyed. Will your family pay for my compensation?"

Do you really think it's that easy to kill a pig? He is not afraid of the regular army or the rebel army.

It is easy to deal with an organized group, but it is difficult to deal with a large group without organization or goals, because no one knows what they will do.

Moreover, the saying that the army of the underdog will win is not without basis. He is the lord of a major city and a border marquis. The soldiers under his command are all his trusted aides. It would be painful enough if eight or ten of them died. Is he crazy? Gold hitting stone? It's disgusting even if he doesn't mind the dirt.

'Knock knock...'

"My Lord, something has happened! General Valak asks you to go to the conference room now."

After hearing this, the city lord quickly got out of bed and started to put on his clothes, complaining, "Well, you're right now. I don't care, but your family has to at least help me pay 50%!"

'Okay, okay, go ahead.'

When the city lord put on his clothes and rushed to the meeting room, he didn't see anyone. His heart skipped a beat and he quickly ran towards the top of the city wall. Could the siege begin so soon?

Valak, who was standing on the city gate tower, looked extremely solemn when he heard the shrill screams resounding through the sky outside the city. He had no time to respond when he saw the city lord rushing over. Instead, he said to the messenger next to him, "Keep using the illumination spell and make sure to find the enemy."

Then he turned to look at the city lord: "My Lord Marquis, something is wrong. Please gather all your personal guards and soldiers immediately!"

'What happened? '

Valak shook his head: "I don't know, I can't see anything clearly, but through the exploration technique, I found that the life source outside is disappearing rapidly."

The magician's detection spell is to directly detect the life energy of a person with very high accuracy. The disappearance of the life source means that the person is dead. In the past, there was no need to use this at all, because the outside of the city was already crowded with refugees, and a sweep would be in vain.

But now it’s different. Every time the scan is updated, the life source signals that were packed in the last second will become blank in the same direction in the next second. It’s very scary.

In such a situation, Valak did not dare to send his people out to investigate easily. No matter what the danger was, the solid city walls with various magic circles and inscription circles always made people feel safer.

The city lord was also very happy: "Okay, I'll listen to you and go now."

Chapter 203: Efficiency That Made Adolf Envy and Cry

As the city lord mobilized his troops, the noise outside the city gradually died down. Valak glanced at the empty display on the detection magic, and beads of sweat continued to seep out of his forehead.

"Ow!!!"

The sharp howl contained a strong resentment

The sound arrived before the people appeared, and an indescribable feeling of oppression hung in everyone's heart.

Valak was stunned: "City Lord, please send a signal to the nearest Saint to come over, quickly!!!"

The city lord swallowed and nodded, then walked quickly towards the city wall.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the city wall began to shake violently, and a loud bang rang in everyone's ears. Only then did the real body of the howling lord appear at the city gate.

The illusory big cat that was covered in blood at the beginning has become solid, and it seems that there are blood-red flames constantly jumping on its blood-red fur, but each blood flame is an illusory and hideous face.

They opened their mouths and shouted “Ahhh!!!”

There was another resentful cry, and the big cat turned into a blood-red light and shadow and crashed into the shield of the city gate once again.

The shield that was strong enough to withstand the Saint's full-strength attack was smashed into pieces of light and shadow with a "crack".

Valak closed his eyes in despair: "Holy Beast! It's over!"

After a long time, the imperial saint who received the distress signal rushed to Bost City. At this time, Bost had become a dead city. Not only Bost City, but the entire area below the Marquisate had become a dead zone.

The furious saint followed the scent and successfully blocked the other party on the outskirts of Vlakt State. With the help of another saint companion who came over, he captured the other party and took him away.

According to preliminary estimates, this thing killed at least half a million people in just half a night. Its efficiency was so high that it made Adolf cry.

As a result, just as they returned to the imperial city, Horstden Province sent another call for help, and this time the situation was different from that in Bost.

Densely packed blood-red humanoids were organized and deployed to the various orc refugee camps that were expelled by the empire.

By the time they noticed, the entire grassland was already filled with these monsters, and they were also eroding other areas of Brittian at a very fast rate, and there was no way to stop them.

The mecha soldiers, medium and long-range magic and the rain of arrows from archers are fine, but once the distance is shortened to close combat, even the magic soldiers of the Empire's regular army will find it difficult to resist the opponent's attacks.

Because these things don't care about being hurt at all, they will leave wounds on the soldiers' bodies even if they die in exchange for their lives.

Once a soldier is hit, he will become one of the monsters within ten minutes, and will be obviously stronger than the previous monster.

At the same time, the Orc Empire also launched a massive attack, delaying the border army of Brittian and preventing it from returning to support. It was obvious that the Mantogolese were involved in this incident.

"Snapped!"

"Ardashir, look at the mess you've made! Ten million! There are a full ten million homeless orcs running around in the western part of the empire!!!"

Emperor Britian looked angrily at his son, his most beloved youngest son, who was slapped to the ground by him.

Ardashir, who was lying on the ground, had a flash of anger in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared, and he even couldn't help but feel a sense of pleasure.

How could a prince like him start such a large wave of expulsion? It was all under the secret instigation of his cheap father.

It's true that he is an adult racist, but he is not an idiot to do such things before he comes to power.

No, he's not that racist.

But the old noble families of the empire need a great racist emperor, so that they can legally plunder the property of other races with the most legitimate reasons.

The emperor no longer cared about his little son lying on the ground. He paced back and forth worriedly. All the strong men of the empire were sent to the west, but the current situation was still too serious.

Even if half of the more than 10 million orcs were infected, there would be 5 million soldiers. This scale is enough to crush any country or even the entire continent to death!

It doesn't even take five million. No! Three million would destroy Brittian. Losing a state would instantly increase the number of monsters by hundreds of thousands. Who wouldn't piss themselves off?

The physical fitness of these infected people is not inferior to that of magic soldiers. If the troops sent to encircle and suppress them accidentally miss a few and let them fall to the rear, within a day the entire legion will be surrounded and trapped to death.

Ardashir stood up and bowed his head and said, "Father, the most urgent thing is to seek help from other countries first. This is not just a disaster for our country."

'you!'

"Father! We can't put all our strength into this. We have to resolve this matter as quickly as possible. If things get out of control and all our living forces are slaughtered, we will be finished."

"Even if other countries agree to provide support now, it will probably take a very long time. We will have to fight alone for at least one to two months."

Ardashir's meaning was very clear. Dad, don't bother pretending to be nice. Even if we can ask for help now, we have to bear it ourselves. The losses are increasing exponentially.

The emperor opened his mouth, and finally said helplessly: "Just do as you say."

Ardashir asked the saint to fly with him the whole way, and soon they arrived in the Kingdom of Surya and convened a meeting of the Seven Nations Alliance to seek help from several allies.

But...the Seven-Nation Alliance is just a commercial alliance. It has no military rights, and naturally no obligations. Everyone's reaction is rather flat.

First of all, the two countries of Germany and Romania, which were closest to Brittian, were already fighting to the point of being exhausted. They had no time to care about the life or death of the empire. They might even die first.

The Kingdoms of Ixia and Puelent are more inclined to the camp of the Orc Empire. Racial intermarriage is very common in their countries, and there are no special plots like the adult race.

The Surya Kingdom was willing to help, but it was originally a commercial country. It could be said that it had no military armed forces, but they were of little use.

Moreover, the Surya Kingdom is now in a state of civil strife. As soon as Prince Bulat was rescued by the Seris Alliance, Prince Surya fled. Now Bulat is searching for this good brother in the country.

Ardashir looked around and finally found that there was no one who could help him, so he slammed the table in anger, but the effect was average and no one fell for his trick.

The reason is simple. It is better for me to die than for my fellow Taoist to die. The nearest Kingdom of Ixia is more than ten thousand miles away from the place where the accident happened. What do they have to worry about?

So much so that in the end, Ardashir placed his hopes on the Seris Alliance.

For this reason, he went to the Alliance capital in person to apply for an audience with the Queen, hoping to discuss the matter face to face.

Medea was very surprised when she heard what happened in Brittian. Is this a biohazard?

But even if there is a biochemical crisis, it won't be a big deal, right? The saints can just clear the screen. How many are enough for the saints and above to kill?

Medea asked the same question when he met Ardashir, to which Ardashir could only smile bitterly: "Your Majesty, the density is too low and too scattered."

'Those things rarely move in numbers above 5000, and are generally in the 10000- range, which is just enough to break through all other towns outside of the few major cities in each state.'

"Besides...because of our previous...activity, there are actually a large number of homeless people outside the towns that can be defended."

Medea asked casually, "How many wandering people can there be? You can send troops to defend the major towns and let the saints to eliminate them at specific points. Killing thousands of them in one blow is like playing. As long as your towns are not breached, it will not be a big deal."

"...If the river is used as the boundary, the preliminary estimate is that there are nearly 10 million homeless people."

Medea jumped up instantly: "Duo Shao!!!"

Chapter 204 Resource Exchange, Anti-Gravity Technology

"Expel 10 million people? Are you crazy?"

Medea's eyes widened. You have to know that the Seris Alliance has been developed for several decades, and its total population is just over 100 million. When the Seris Federation was first established, their total population was only 5 million.

As expected of an old empire, the number of people to be eliminated starts from tens of millions. There is nothing else these people can do.

Ardashir quickly defended himself: "No, no, no! We didn't expel 10 million people. Our original plan was to gather them in one area. Those cities are concentrated in the west. We didn't want to destroy them!"

The western part of the empire is not developed enough, and it needs fresh population to speed up the development process, which coincides with the phased goal of human racism.