I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

Medea looked up at the highest point of Lord Hendak's mansion in the distance. There was a white figure looking over there as well. She smiled and said, "I remembered a sentence. I wonder if it fits the current situation."

Shelia: "Huh? What?"

"Well... even a bird trapped in a cage will dream about the blue sky."

There was no welcoming ceremony for Astar's entry into the city this time. Along the way, Medea could only see some people secretly looking out through the windows, and large groups of refugees gathered together and shivering.

Marquis Hendak is very powerful in a sense, and he has squeezed out the potential of the entire territory.

When Medea reached the vicinity of Lord Hendak's mansion, he discovered that Astell's soldiers were in a tense situation with the Vatican's army opposite them, pointing their muskets at each other.

Medea smiled at the blonde girl who had come down from the observation deck: "Maybe we can sit down and talk?"

She hesitated and nodded in agreement, and walked to the center of the battlefield like Medea: "Mivi San Montenegro."

"Midya Ackerman Astaire. You don't seem surprised by my appearance?"

"No... Actually I didn't expect you to come, I just... wanted to tell you something before I leave here, it would be better if you were there."

Medea raised her eyebrows: "Oh? You seem very confident that you can leave? Don't forget that we are hostile to your Church."

The inscription on Mi Wei's forehead glowed slightly: "We have left the Vatican! All the Vatican soldiers here are members of the Holy Light Church now."

"I don't care who it is. We have effectively occupied Hendak Territory. Whether they are guilty or not, and whether they can leave or not, everything is subject to the laws of our territory!"

"Lay down your weapons, stop resisting, accept inspection and trial, and only after that will we have room for dialogue."

As Medea finished speaking, the Astaire soldiers behind her made way and let in some armored tracked vehicles, with the black muzzles of the machine guns on them pointed at the Vatican army opposite.

Many Vatican soldiers swallowed their saliva when they saw the iron boxes surrounded by steel plates on the opposite side and looked at the small gun barrels in their hands.

Chapter 62 The war is over.

Mi Wei looked up at those big guys with a dazed look in her eyes. If he had these things at the beginning, maybe he wouldn't have reached that point...

Finally, Mi Wei agreed to Medea's request. They really didn't have any bargaining chips now. Even if they really broke out now, it would be difficult to outrun these things on foot on the vast plains outside.

The bargaining chip for the peace talks between the two sides was Marquis Hendak, who was dragged up like a dead dog by two Protestant soldiers with red cloth tied to his arms.

The fifty-something Marquis Hendak was kneeling on the ground with a rag stuffed in his mouth, but he still attacked the two damn women in front of him with angry eyes.

However, the eye attack was useless. Instead, he was slapped twice fiercely by the Protestant soldier next to him, and his cheeks quickly swelled up.

Medea watched this scene and clapped softly to show her satisfaction.

After such a long struggle, most people now know exactly what Astar likes best.

The nobles live the best, and those with property live even better.

Now that the other party accepted his conditions, Medea was in a mood to listen.

Mi Wei suddenly said to Xue Liya who used her mental power to reduce her presence, "Young lady, it is very impolite to snoop on other people's conversations."

Xue Liya was a little surprised: "Wow, you've improved so quickly? Tsk, what a terrifying talent you have."

Medea bent down and hugged Shelia's legs: "Little lady, be smaller and I will hold you and listen. There is no need to be so sneaky."

The ring in Xueliya's hand flashed, and she took out a wooden stick: "Get out!!!"

"..."

Mi Wei came to the execution platform again, held the head in her arms and murmured: "Did he die as a rebel? No! He died as a hero!"

After listening to Mi Wei's story, Medea ordered the soldiers to put down the headless body, and after hanging Marquis Hendak up, he stared at her for a while before saying, "This city will have a statue belonging to them, and they will be with this city."

"..."

"Hey, what did this little guy do wrong? Why is he hung up there?"

An Astar soldier pointed at the half-dead body of a child on the south gate and asked the people nearby, "To be treated like this by Lord Hendak, he must have done something good."

Through the rotten skin, they could still vaguely see the hideous scars left on the body.

The people he questioned were a little scared: "No, I don't know, sir..."

"Oh, forget it. You don't have to call me sir. We in Astar don't do that. We are all equal. My family members are all farmers, hehe."

"Ah? What you said is true..."

"What's true or false? We don't lie! I think you will be able to get land and food in a while. The war is over."

He pointed at Fast, who had lost both legs, on the stretcher and said, "I'll talk to you later. I still have to hang this beast up there."

'Sir, can we beat him? This guy is so abominable! '

"Yes, yes, yes! He arrested my two sons and sent them to the army. I never saw them again. '

"Okay! Just don't beat him to death. And don't pick at the wound below, as it was already torn off by others on the way..."

"Old man, please accept my condolences. Commander Medea said that the soldiers who fought with us were all brave, but they were fooled and coerced by imperialism. We should not hate each other, but focus our hatred on the culprit!"

"Although we cannot provide subsidies according to the standards of the Astar martyrs, we will not pursue the war crimes of the dead soldiers, and the land allocated to their families for rent will be tax-free for ten years."

"Really? That's great!"

One of the soldiers set up a ladder and climbed up, covering his nose as he let the small half body down. The shriveled body that fell to the ground raised a light dust.

A brave passerby took a look at the corpse's face and said, "I think I've seen this face before..."

The soldiers below turned to look at him and said, "Oh? Can you remember his name? Why is he hung up here? Where is his lower body?"

"I can't remember his name, but I was nearby when he was beheaded. I heard a soldier ask him whether he would tell the truth or not. He said he would never tell the truth even if he died, and then he was beheaded..."

"That scene was so horrible. His upper body crawled for a long time before he died. I remember that his lower body was taken away by the lord's family and fed to the dogs."

'Oh! I remember, his name is Gray!'

The soldier asked unwillingly, "Gray? What's the reason? Don't you know why? Usually, beheading is not used."

The civilian looked at the little corpse again and shook his head: "I really don't know. This child has a stubborn temper. I guess he won't die if he tells it."

The soldier sighed: "He really did it. No one knows what he is guarding."

By the way, he put the rope around Fast's neck, and the soldiers above saw this and pulled him up

With his mouth stuffed, Fast struggled frantically in mid-air, trying desperately to pull at the rope around his neck with his hands. His originally beautiful green pupils quickly turned blood red.

Without paying any attention to the dying man in mid-air, the soldier picked up the half body on the ground, put it into the truck bed and walked towards the newly built incinerator. When walking through the central street of the city, he happened to pass by the hero statue that was under construction.

Although the statue is still in its infancy, the stone slab below has been enchanted with inscriptions, which are now emitting a faint and warm white light:

[The reason why the cold winter can be overcome is because someone burned his soul to melt the ice and snow. ]

[Even though this flame is thin and fragile, it is enough to ignite the fuse of hope. ]

[Using soul as fuel, holding high the torch of life, just to melt this insurmountable winter. 】

[But on the day when the ice and snow melted, you were not in the warm spring~]

"..."

In the next few days, Astar's army began to liberate the entire territory. The besieged nobles had no place to escape and were forced to surrender or simply hide in the mountains and forests.

Many remote villages were terrified of the arrival of Astaire's army.

In addition to the reasons of being plundered by the leading army and the Vatican army, there are also the sequelae of Lord Hendak's deliberate smear campaign.

However, Medea has placed a large number of non-commissioned officers in the Astar army from top to bottom. They firmly control the style and orientation of the entire army, and there are no disturbing behaviors.

After getting to know Mi Wei after a few days of getting to know each other, Medea also heard her ideas which were... well, more idealistic than her own.

Although it was a bit unrealistic, Medea was keenly aware of the benefits contained in it. If handled properly, the Goddess Church might be disintegrated, and then they would have no time to deal with her.

So she decided to cooperate with Mi Wei. If there were no major changes in the doctrines of her Holy Light Church, then cooperation between the two parties would be beneficial with no harm. After all, it was an element of faith and was harmless no matter how you looked at it.

It's not that she can't accept the church.

What she couldn't accept was that the church was a self-contained system with its own armed forces and ruling team, as well as independent channels for obtaining population, money, and materials. What she couldn't accept was this kind of country within a country!

But if there is a new church with an insensitive purpose, peaceful doctrine, and is willing to accept supervision and reporting, and develop under the guidance of the state, then the two sides will naturally have soil for coexistence.

After all, this thing will occupy you if you don't occupy it, and Medea needs something that can offset the impact to help her.

Mi Wei was also very clear about her current situation. Once the Holy See came to its senses, it would inevitably launch a fierce attack on her and destroy her. She needed a large rear base to rely on.

It can be said that the two hit it off.

Chapter 63 Queen Seris

"Holy Light~ Please listen to my prayers and listen to my wishes~"

A faint white light spread from the butt of the gun to the tip of the gun, and finally unfolded into a grating barrier in front of the barrel.

[Please send down the Hammer of Holy Light from the sky! ]

"Oh!"

The metal bullet was ejected from the muzzle, and after passing through the grating, its speed increased again and turned into white light, shooting towards the iron target a thousand meters away.

With a "bang", the iron target exploded, and a huge hole was created in the center.

Mitia looked at the debris and smoke scattered in the distance, then turned to look at Mi Wei, who had put down her rifle and the white light in her eyes was gradually fading, with a subtle expression: "Who taught you to play like this?"

Mi Wei tilted her head in confusion: "Huh? I don't know, I just felt that I could do it this way at the time, so I used it."

After saying that, he looked at the cracked barrel of the rifle in his hand and commented: "The quality of your muskets is much better than the ones I used before, and the bullets are more powerful."

Mitia stroked his chin and observed Mi Wei up and down for a while, then said: "This ability...how many people in your church have it?"

"It seems I'm the only one, but it seems that one of my abilities can amplify my teammates' bullets. As long as they can pass through that layer of light curtain, they will be effective. But the consumption is very high. Now I can only use it twice a day."

The corner of Medea's mouth twitched: "...I now agree with what that little loli Xuelia said. The Goddess of Light must be furious now."

Thinking of the light element filling the gun body from her perspective just now, she thought and said:

"Your ability is very important. I don't think it's the quality of our guns that's bad. It's probably the materials that are used."

"You...maybe what you need is a firearm made of high-strength materials that can accommodate magical elements. I remember there were a lot of light ores in the warehouse, which I copied...no, took from the church."

"Well, I'll make you a custom weapon when the time comes. It will definitely be much more powerful than this universal version."

Medea feels that he is increasingly unable to understand this world. This little golden retriever can use a percussion gun to unleash the power of explosive bullets and AWM combined.

Then if she is given the M82A1, wouldn't it be able to shoot down a high-altitude bomber from the sky with one shot?