I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

Pasha said hoarsely from the bed.

Mi Wei placed her palm on the huge wound on his abdomen, and a faint light appeared.

She continued to recite with a trembling voice: [When I praise you, you will make it full of peace and joy in your presence.]

"Mi Wei, you're right. But I'm still glad to meet you."

【.....Remove all diseases...】

Mi Wei ultimately failed to cast the healing spell and passed out, but with the help of other nuns, Pasha saved her life, allowing Fast's promise to be fulfilled.

The next morning, Fast held a grand trial in the center of the territory. Countless people were driven to come here in the cold wind and heavy snow to watch the trial.

Mi Wei stood in the corner of the crowd, watching Pasha being carried onto the stage and forced to kneel on the ground. Fast walked onto the stage with a long knife, looking down at the man kneeling on the ground: "Do you know what's going to happen to you?"

"You know, the future world... won't have you."

Pasha looked up at Fast and said, "The wheel of history cannot be stopped. Anyone who tries to stop it will have his legs crushed."

Fast sneered: "Go to hell, you dirty guy."

"Hell and heaven can't contain me."

Pasha searched among the crowd, and finally the familiar black dress appeared in his field of vision. He tried to smile and looked in that direction.

[Great Goddess, I thank you... for being able to bear all your abundance so that I can glorify you...]

[...to bear witness to you, to receive your full grace and blessings in your presence, so that I can also be a blessing to others... liar! ]

Fast's long sword fell heavily, and a fountain of blood rushed into the sky.

Mi Wei's heart was broken. At this moment, she understood that neither heaven nor hell could give her comfort. She could only fight with her tiny self.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment. The golden holy light from the distant sky swooped down at a high speed and reached Mi Wei's head in an instant.

‘Crack! ’

The church badge on Mi Wei's chest made a crisp sound.

Fine cracks covered the entire body. The golden light paused, then exploded into the air, as if it had never appeared.

I pray to myself, for myself,

Chapter 59 "In the Name of the Goddess!!!"

"Boom!"

A huge shell fell not far away, and brilliant flames lit up instantly, followed by a deafening explosion. The strong vibration made Fast on the stage lose his balance and fall into a pool of blood.

The crowd watching below the stage suddenly fell into panic and began to crowd and trample on each other.

"Boom"

Another shell fell, swallowing up all the sounds near the execution platform, and the smoke and dust filled the air, blocking out the sunlight.

At the rear of the Astar defense line outside the city, a new batch of armored tracked vehicles rolled off the trucks in an orderly manner, and the soldiers began to receive refueling and supplies in an orderly manner.

Not far away, the two artillery carriages were like a sleeping giant, quietly parked on the turntable waiting to be awakened. The soldiers around them were checking the facilities up and down.

The slender and huge gun barrel was raised high above the carriage, flashing a cold light in the sun, and the recoil hoes around the carriage were deeply rooted in the ground.

When the gunner pressed the launch button, the power of nature was released under the guidance of human wisdom.

The cannon shook violently, making a low and powerful roar, and the air was torn by the muzzle to form an invisible barrier.

Amid the deafening muzzle explosion, the 600-kilogram shell rushed into the sky with a piercing scream, leaving a dazzling arc trail across the sky.

The earth seemed to tremble with every launch, and the air was filled with the smell of smoke and gunpowder, as if declaring its powerful strength to this magical world.

With the railway guns unleashing their power, Astar launched a general offensive. Other field guns were also frantically delivering shells, bombarding the front wall of the Hendak territory.

The heavy mortars fired shells behind the city wall to cut off the firepower on the Hendak territory.

A large number of armored tracked vehicles began to attack, quickly breaking through the barbed wire and trenches set up by Hendak. The machine gunners on the front, protected by steel plates, held down the triggers tightly, and the twin Maxim guns violently tore apart everything in their path.

Although black powder is much less powerful than magic gunpowder, it is simpler to produce and has a lower cost.

So Medea picked up the black powder formula again and continued to use it. If the power was not enough, he would use more barrels to make up for it. He also further decentralized the heavy machine guns to the troops to strengthen the firepower output at the platoon level.

As a train cannon hit the city gate and blew it into pieces, the external defense of Hendak Territory was gradually on the verge of collapse.

"Quick! Throw the explosive pack! Blow up that iron lump!"

After being bombed so many times by the rebels with explosive packs, Hendak also discovered its huge military value. What's wrong with useless people? The last thing they lack is people.

Faust, who was covered in dust, pulled the Vatican soldiers around him and pushed forward: "Hurry up and get down to the bottom and be loyal to the goddess! Quick!"

The archbishop at the side also reacted and began to command the Vatican soldiers to rush out of the gap in the city wall with explosives to find armored vehicles to explode.

"In the name of the goddess!!!"

"For the glory of the Goddess!"

Countless Vatican soldiers rushed out fanatically, shouting all kinds of strange slogans.

Although most of the suicide infantrymen were shot dead by the soldiers following the vehicles, some Vatican soldiers who pretended to be dead or were not discovered successfully detonated their explosive packs.

The powerful explosion directly blew away the armored vehicle and the nearby infantry, and explosions of varying sizes continued to sound near the city wall.

Astar's offensive momentum was briefly halted, but as the soldiers reacted and began to take out grenades to clear the path, no more enemy troops were able to get close to the armored vehicles.

Without the solid defense of the city walls, the gap in firepower between the two sides immediately became apparent, and the Hendak army would often be killed before they could even fire a single bullet.

But the magic warriors, led by Fast, showed their advantage in close combat in street fighting. Often, when a platoon was attacked by him and one or two of his men in close combat, it would be a bloody massacre.

Ordinary people are just ordinary people after all, and their physical reaction ability is far slower than that of magic warriors.

The heavy weight of the Maxim machine gun, which provides support firepower, also makes it difficult to capture magic warriors in a small area and exert its power.

Also, as the army advanced deeper, the ubiquitous Vatican suicide soldiers made Lawrence, who was commanding in the rear, so angry that he cursed.

Often, when a bomb exploded, an entire squad would lose its combat effectiveness. Such casualties caused him great suffering. Since the establishment of the New Astar army, so many people had never died.

[We are in the sky, loving our Heavenly Mother! You are the true God who created the universe! Thank you and praise you. Because of your great power and great love, according to your will, I will bring justice to the invading enemy in the name of the goddess...]

"puff!"

"bishop!!!"

"Your Majesty Bishop!"

"Enemy attack!!!"

The archbishop covered his chest with his hands, and a faint golden light emanated from his palms, quickly healing the wounds on his body. He looked dazedly at the soldiers of the Vatican Knights who rushed up to him out of concern for him.

Why didn't he sense the threat? Who could break through the guards' blockade and attack him in the lord's mansion without his knowledge?

Ten minutes ago...

"No matter what method you use, except for him, the rest of the wounded must go to the front line!"

The wounded soldiers on the surrounding beds had numb faces, and seemed not to be panicked or afraid of the fate they would face next.

The nuns made their final struggle: "No! We can't do this! This goes against the teachings of the goddess..."

"No? Then you guys should go to the battlefield together!"

Mi Wei ignored the greetings from other church members and walked into the monastery hall with an indifferent look and came behind the Vatican Army officer.

A dagger slipped out from under the loose nun's uniform and fell into her hand. The officer who was speaking harshly felt a sharp pain in his back and suddenly lost his strength and fell to the ground.

Screams and noises suddenly exploded in the monastery. A large number of Vatican troops ran in from outside. Seeing Mi Wei with blood on her body, they drew their swords and muskets.

As a candidate for saint, Mi Wei's status in the Holy See is not low. Apart from her godmother who raised her, only bishops and above can discipline her.

Therefore, although all the soldiers were ready to attack, no one dared to actually shoot or take action.

Mi Wei ignored them and looked at the dyed dagger in her hand with great satisfaction. She stabbed the heart, liver and kidneys three times accurately without missing a beat. Then she turned her head and looked at the crowd:

"The wounded soldiers who were taken away last time were all dead. This time it was them, but what about next time? Who among you will be the one to die?"

She reached out and pulled off her white headscarf, revealing her fluffy blonde hair. The church badge on her fair neck that continuously emitted golden light attracted everyone's attention.

There was a cry of surprise from the crowd:

"The badge is broken...broken!!!"

"She has shaken her faith! She has betrayed the goddess!!!"

[Everyone! Do you still remember your ideals when you first joined the church? Mercy, fraternity, justice, where are they now! ]

[We cruelly push our classmates into certain death. Today it is them, tomorrow it will be you. There is no end in sight for this quagmire of war.]

Chapter 60 "We want to be compassionate, but God doesn't seem to be."

The nuns' eyes were filled with tears. They had lived in the monastery since childhood, with pure hearts and simple desires, and they had a vision of all the best in the world.

From the beginning to here, everything they experienced subverted their imagination of the world. Bloody, cruel, ruthless, and dark.

‘Crack! ’

A clear shattering sound reached everyone's ears, and before they could look, more shattering sounds were heard.

The faith of pure people is the most steadfast, but once it is shaken, even God cannot stop the collapse.

Mi Wei paced towards the statue of the goddess in the monastery. The soldiers holding spears around her unconsciously retreated to make a path, unable to pull the trigger in their hands.

She saved the lives of countless believers at their bedside, and she also fought for the interests of these grassroots believers countless times.

They have faith, but they are also human beings. Which is more important, faith or comrades? They don't know.

Mi Wei stood at the foot of the goddess statue, looked up at Him and whispered: "If there really is a god who rules over everything in this world, how sacred and solemn it would be, and even very close to kindness..."

"But the so-called gods have repeatedly given us a cruel fate. This seems to be the law set for the world..."

Mi Wei closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, looked up and prayed devoutly to the statue:

[What a great existence~]

A golden light shone from the void and shone onto her face, then gradually expanded, making Mi Wei look unusually holy at this moment.

The officer lying on the ground waiting to die looked at this scene in disbelief, blood constantly flowing out of his mouth: "Blasphemer... why......"

Mi Wei, enveloped in golden light, suddenly opened her eyes, and a large number of white inscriptions flashed in her amber pupils: "There is no place for those damn gods on our own battlefield!"