I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

There were even casualties whose bodies were pierced at high speed by large pieces of iron or gravel, causing countless wounds of varying sizes all over their bodies that were difficult to heal.

As the fighting on the front lines became more intense, the number of beds in the local monastery increased, and all the nuns had to work in two shifts to rest.

Many of the wounded who were sent here were too seriously injured to be treated. Some of them had lost their legs or arms. Even if the bleeding was stopped by treatment, they would still die within five days.

"Goddess, I thank you. You promised me that when I praise you, you will make me feel satisfied, peaceful and happy in your presence, remove all diseases, and make me have a healthy body, mind and spirit~"

As Mi Wei chanted, a large amount of golden and white holy light spread on the bed in front of her. The man on the bed showed a brief look of relaxation on his face, but in less than a moment his face began to become distorted again.

Mi Wei put down her hands, her fair face full of confusion and reluctance. She didn't understand why it couldn't be cured.

Clearly, the iron beads on the man's arm had been removed by them, and even the wound had been completely repaired by the holy light, but he still had all kinds of abnormalities that she couldn't understand, just like the other dead people.

"Oh!"

The gate of the monastery was knocked open, and a man in exquisite magic armor walked in with a team carrying a stretcher.

His cyan pupils turned and he saw several nuns standing there in a daze. His handsome brows furrowed, "Why don't you come over? What are you doing there?"

Mi Wei looked at the cowering expressions of her companions and replied helplessly, "Respected Lord Fast, there are still patients here who have not been cured."

As the candidate saint of the Holy See, she was not afraid of these nobles.

"Oh?"

Fast raised his eyebrows and walked forward to take a look. Seeing the familiar symptoms on the patient's face, he said, "Don't waste resources to save him. He's dead."

As he said this, he took out his custom-made pistol and fired a single shot at the wounded man's head.

"boom!"

"Ah! Goddess!"

Mi Wei, who was closest to the scene, was hit on the cheek by the splattered blood, which seemed to be stained with some grayish-white liquid. Several nuns at the scene were frightened and screamed.

Fast shouted, "Shut up! Go and treat the wounded I brought here."

Wow

There were a lot of footsteps outside, and teams of soldiers came in and occupied all the exits.

Fast continued:

"Also, I'm officially notifying you now. All the wounded who can walk should gather here. I'll take them away in a while."

"It doesn't matter if the pain is unbearable or if the wound hasn't healed. A real man should die on the battlefield and be loyal to Hendak!"

Mi Wei stared at him angrily with eyes wide open: "No! They still need at least three to five days of recuperation to recover. If we let them go now, we will be asking them to die!"

Fast glanced at her, raised his fist and punched the priest who had just arrived in the face, knocking him down, and beat him up severely while he screamed.

Then he looked up at Mi Wei, who was shaking with anger, and said, "The order must be carried out. Remember my words. If our Hendak Territory is gone, you will all be buried with us!"

"Don't say you're a candidate for the Saint. Even if you're the real Saint, I'll still shoot you in the head!"

Chapter 58 I Pray to Myself

Mi Wei looked at Fast with a stubborn look on her face. She refused to hand over the injured soldier. Fast didn't say much and threw the pistol in his hand, which was still dripping with blood and smoke, aside.

He took the spear from the soldier, raised it, pointed it at Mi Wei and said coldly:

"To hand it over or not to hand it over?"

[Great Goddess, I thank you for blessing me with your Spirit. You use your Spirit to renew me, change me, teach me, and make me your glorious child...]

A strange and deadly sense of threat came from the black muzzle of the gun. Mi Wei closed her eyes and forced herself to calm her mind, praying silently in her heart.

"...I can bear all your riches, so that I can glorify you, bear witness to you, and receive your full grace and blessings in your presence, so that I can also be a blessing to others..."

"boom!"

Mi Wei trembled all over, but she didn't feel any pain in her body. She couldn't help but open her eyes and look.

Fast had already moved the gun away from her head and shot and killed another nun next to her. The bullet really blew her head off and she didn't even have time to scream.

"Galin!"

Mi Wei ran to the body in grief and hugged her. She was the youngest sister among them.

Seeing that Fast turned his gun towards other nuns again, Mi Wei couldn't help but:

"Wait!...Just do what he says!"

In the end, Mi Wei went against her own inner principles and chose to bow to reality.

"Oh, I should have done this long ago. You're wasting my bullets. You're being hypocritical."

After taunting Mi Wei who was kneeling on the ground, Fast began to gather all the wounded soldiers who were able to stand up. No one spoke or resisted at the scene, and the atmosphere was terribly silent.

Because the young man's full name is 'Fast Hendak'.

After a long while, the priest stood up and whispered in her ear: "...Sister Mi Wei, principles and church spirit are worthless here."

Mi Wei sat on the ground holding the cold corpse. She didn't dare to look up at other people's eyes. She just felt that all her persistence and ideas were completely crushed today.

Late at night, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and quietly got up, walked out of the monastery and came to the street. Except for the first day she entered the city, she had never seen the specific appearance of this city again.

Walking on the street and observing carefully, she didn't see anything, but just felt it was a bit desolate.

"Dear Sister, can you help me?"

A male voice sounded at Mi Wei's feet, scaring her so much that she jumped aside.

The man emerged from the snow pile in the corner, raised his hands above his head and looked at her with an awkward smile: "Dear Sister, my child has a fever, I would like to ask you to help treat it, I can provide an offering!"

Mi Wei calmed her panicked heartbeat, took a magic starting stance, and asked cautiously, "Who are you? Where is the child? I won't leave with you."

The man scratched his head and said, "My name is Pasha Duke. Don't be afraid. As long as you agree, I will go back and bring the child to you immediately."

Pasha looked sincere. He originally wanted to sneak into the monastery, knock someone out and drag him out for use, but he didn't expect to be so lucky to meet him on the road.

Mi Wei thought for a moment and said, "Then go ahead. I'll wait for you here. You only have five minutes."

Pasha was overjoyed and quickly agreed. In a few seconds he disappeared from Mi Wei's sight. She didn't know how he disappeared.

In less than three minutes, Mi Wei saw him running towards her holding a child.

In order to prove that he was not a threat, he cleared a relatively clean area, spread out his cotton coat, put the child on the coat and then backed away.

Mi Wei then walked forward to observe. It was a young girl with large patches of abnormal redness on her dark yellow face.

Reaching out her hand and touching her forehead, Mi Wei couldn't help but frowning at the burning sensation: "She has a fever, and the energy density in her body is very low. Has she eaten anything?"

Pasha smiled bitterly upon hearing this: "We...we don't have enough food. We can't buy any now because of the restrictions. And this little girl just refuses to eat."

Mi Wei didn't ask any more questions after hearing this. She silently chanted a spell in her heart, and a light slowly appeared in her hand. After a while, the light went out.

She took out a bread from her body and put it on the girl: "Okay, give her something to eat when she wakes up."

Pasha was overjoyed and walked forward, wrapped the girl in his cotton coat and held her in his arms: "Thank you! Thank you!"

Faced with the other party's sudden approach, Mi Wei subconsciously stepped back. She confiscated the other party's reward and went straight back to the monastery to rest.

Lying on the bed, Mi Wei was suddenly shocked. She realized now that all the wounded they had treated since they came here were soldiers, not a single civilian!

Then Fast's face appeared in her mind, and she understood immediately.

After she calmed down her anger, she felt a little powerless when she thought about what happened today.

The next day when she went out at night, she met the man named Pasha again. This time he was injured. After the first contact, Mi Wei was not so resistant the second time. She helped Pasha heal his injuries.

In the following days, she rescued soldiers in the monastery during the day and went out deliberately at night. Every time she went out, she would meet the man named Pasha who was waiting for her with various wounded soldiers.

Some of them she could save, others she couldn't. Regardless of life or death, Pasha seemed calm from beginning to end.

After this happened many times, Mi Wei felt something was wrong. It was impossible for a normal civilian to have so many chances of getting injured.

Unexpectedly, in the face of her doubts, Pasha directly stated that he was a rebel, and took the opportunity to frantically express his ideas to her.

This caused Mi Wei to sneer: "A spark? Do you know how many soldiers Hendak leads? How can the fire burn like this?"

Pasha ignored her ridicule and replied seriously:

"Our flame may not be big, but it can warm the weary, guide the blind, and shelter the homeless. We can decide how long and how bright we burn!"

"You won't succeed."

After a moment of silence, Mi Wei said in a firm tone.

Pasha said calmly: "But in this process, we forgot the tragedies that happened to us in the past. All we can see are miracles. This makes us really happy."

Mi Wei said nothing more, and neither did Pasha.

But every night Mi Wei would go out to help them. She didn’t know whether it was right or wrong to do so, and she didn’t want to think about it. She just wanted to save people, that’s all.

Later, Mi Wei, who was in the monastery, heard the news that a large number of rebel forces had been wiped out, and the Pasha never appeared on that road again.

Mi Wei would go out and walk back and forth on that street every night, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Fortunately, Pasha passed a note to her through someone else, telling her a secret address.

It was also the first time for her to see their living environment, those ordinary people with sour smell on their bodies, and to talk to them and listen to their thoughts.

Mi Wei left her bracelet to Pasha and told him that she could use it during the day to get him to help if the situation was critical.

"Snapped!"

The silver bracelet fell to the ground, and the crisp sound was like a heavy hammer hitting Mi Wei's heart.

Fast stood in front of Mi Wei and looked down at her, his eyes full of amusement: "You really like to save people, right? I'll help you."

Fast raised his voice and said, "Send it in."

As he finished speaking, two strong soldiers came in, dragging a naked figure on each side and threw him onto the bed.

"It's up to you, Miss Saint."

"It doesn't matter if you die from the treatment. If you are cured, then congratulations. I will invite you to the ceremony. Please come."

Fast said with a smile, then left the monastery with his men.

Mi Wei looked at the man on the bed, whose face was unrecognizable and there was not a single piece of good flesh on his body, and tears flowed silently.

"I'm sorry I look like this now..."

[Goddess, I thank you...you promised me. 】