I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

"Only you elves would think your pointy ears are pretty!"

"Although you are powerful, be careful or we will beat you up!"

"Hit me if you want! Who's afraid of who? Just wait and see if I don't pull your furry tail off."

"And you, a vampire, what are you looking at! You have white teeth? They are exposed every day."

'you!'

Miranda sat on the chair and argued with the women without losing the upper hand, which made several big witches around her so angry that they opened their eyes wide and were ready to make a move.

The queen looked at the audience helplessly as they were having a good discussion but suddenly became noisy. There was a reason why Miranda was so strong in fighting, otherwise she would have been beaten to death long ago.

Chapter 162 Sister, you smell so good~

"Alright! Be quiet and don't make a fuss like you did when you were little. Don't cry if the younger generations see you, right, Xiao Fu? We're still recording."

"Hey hey hey..."

The witch wrapped in black robe moved, obviously trying to hide something.

The dwarf loli around them rushed over quickly and grabbed her wrist accurately through the black robe. With screams, both of them fell down on the soft grass.

The black robe was lifted up due to external force, revealing large areas of fair and tender skin hidden within the robe.

The girl with goat horns on her head was wearing a tight, hollow leather jacket. The faintly visible pink magic pattern on her lower abdomen released an invisible force field, making the dwarf witch in her arms feel powerless.

Fanika wrapped the witch in her arms with her hands and feet, rubbed her cheek against her and laughed: "Sister, you smell so good~"

When the women around who were about to step forward heard these words, they stopped where they were as if they had heard a spell and did not dare to move forward.

Annabelle, who was 'delivered to the door', soon felt a tail crawling under her skirt in both the real and spiritual realms.

Seeing the faint water stains on the other person's slightly opened red lips, her face suddenly turned red and she screamed at the top of her voice: "Help! Help!!!"

"Help! Help me, help me!"

Looking at the dwarf witch lying on the ground in a ball enveloped by the domain, Miranda sighed, walked up to her and grabbed the mischievous heart-shaped tail from under her skirt: "Let go!"

Fanika twisted her body: "No, I don't!"

Seeing that the other party was not cooperating, Miranda bent down and stretched out her hand to the towering breasts on the other party's chest and grabbed them: "Let go! Otherwise I will crush your lucky bag."

Fenica: "...Tsk, you are such a vicious tomboy."

As she relaxed her grip, Miranda lifted Annabelle, who was trapped inside, up by the scruff of the neck.

As the two separated, the contact space was released

A soft "pop" sound came from the void, and Annabelle moaned softly.

Then the unlucky little girl buried her head in Miranda's arms without saying a word. She was really scared and even her diaper was wet.

Fenica's innate ability [Soul Synchronization] is not an offensive behavior and the opponent cannot trigger the body's defense mechanism either subjectively or passively.

It has no ability to harm, but will simply pull the opponent into its own spiritual world to play a happy game that amplifies the senses, until the opponent loses the ability to resist, and then kills him.

In other words, everyone else is competing to see who is stronger, but when facing Fenica, the competition is about who is more perverted. In a one-on-one situation, she can be called a female killer.

Especially for the witches who are good babies and have been equipped with high-powered weapons since childhood, they are all veterans in fighting, and those who try to play tricks will be attacked by special attacks.

Looking at Fanika who was still lying on the ground with disdain, no one could connect her with the daughter of death in the outside world who wore a goat skull mask and loved to suck the bones of people alive as a slave.

Miranda kicked the other person lightly: "Put on your clothes!"

'Hey, hey, hey, hey...'

Fenica laughed foolishly twice, and her skin exposed to the air was quickly covered by the white jade bones, forming a set of white jade female armor at an extremely fast speed.

The queen frowned as she watched this scene: "Fenica, don't study these things related to the dead, it can easily affect your mind."

Fenica stood up and stretched, saying lazily: "I have never touched a dead person. These bones were pulled out when they were alive. They are fresh and full of vitality."

As if they understood what she meant, faces of different images appeared on their armor, with their mouths wide open and roaring silently, their expressions full of pain and pleading.

'Those who have committed many evil deeds will see me in hell.'

Seeing this, the Queen shook her head and brought the topic back: "Who is paying attention to that junior? What is the specific situation?"

The Dragon Witch who was watching the show uploaded a more detailed summary of the information and replied:

"At first, she was a little girl who was training outside. Later, she became my junior, Elsa. Her philosophy is very interesting, so our dragon clan has been paying attention to her. At first, we thought she was making a loss by building sand castles, but now it seems that she is doing well."

"Her philosophy is very similar to ours... No, it feels to me like it's a more reasonable philosophy after being put into practice, and the power used by her people is also very novel."

She organized her words and continued, "If other races are awakening their ancestors, or are simply the reincarnations of their ancestors, representing the past, then she is more like a representation of the future~"

"Starting from the bottom-level mayfly group, novel weapons and technological machines that are completely different from inscription techniques represent the power of innovation, right?"

'Um! ’

"I can't comment on the unknown nature of innovation, but the theocracy..."

The queen shook her head:

"From the records, it seems that this child has forgotten why it was so easy for her to expel the Church and change the people's faith."

"The biggest flaw of the human race lies in this. Deep down, they don't believe in God. If something happens once, it will happen again."

'I don't think so.'

Miranda, who was holding the dwarf witch to comfort her, expressed her different views to the queen:

'She didn't ask people to believe in her, but people chose to believe in her!'

"From her past base to her current size, every step forward is an evolution, and this evolution is irreversible. People who have seen a lion will not fall in love with a jackal."

'The divine fire ignited under this level of recognition makes it much more difficult to destroy her roots than other gods of faith, and it may even be impossible to destroy her.'

'Unless another successor completes a more glorious expansion during her absence to offset her reputation, every step back will make people think of her and begin to miss her era.'

'So I think, if there is no race in this world who believes in her anymore, then she should be the last forgotten god of faith in the world.'

The Queen raised an eyebrow: "You think so highly of her?"

Miranda shook her head: "Not her, I am evaluating everyone who does the same thing. The number of citizens under her command covers most of the world."

"No one can guarantee that their own people will treat them well. In fact, in most cases, the people who hurt you are actually your own people. At least she didn't hurt you."

"If the continent must be unified and there must be a king, then I think no one is more suitable than her."

The queen nodded, looked around and said, "Then it's settled. Let's choose her."

'Um! ’

"She's the one!"

'I think it's good, too.'

The women nodded in agreement.

Miranda: 'Huh?!'

Miranda was a little surprised at the jump in topic, but everyone else seemed to be taking it as it should be.

The queen smiled and said, "You are right about one thing. At least she will not hurt others just because of their race. If possible, everyone would like to live in such an environment."

“Just like why are we hiding now? Because we cannot trust the promises of a single race. We are born different from them. We are not afraid of competition, but only afraid of injustice.”

"Now there is an opportunity in front of us, I think we can take a gamble!"

Chapter 163 Silly roe deer!

Just as the witches were discussing what kind of assistance to provide to Medea next.

Far away in the alliance capital, Medea watched the first launch of a sky-piercing monkey, er, no, a rocket, with the researchers in the empty launch room.

However, the rocket exploded as soon as it flew out. The scene was so similar to the firecrackers in Medea's previous life that he subconsciously misunderstood it.

In terms of the development of materials science, the alliance has definitely reached the level of manufacturing highly practical rockets. First and foremost, solid propellant is not a problem at all.

As mentioned before, gun technology has basically nothing to do with black powder for a long time. The main reason why black powder is no longer used is that the energy density of black powder is too low to meet the requirements.

The invention of modern gun technology is directly related to the use of smokeless nitrocellulose to replace traditional black powder.

Smokeless nitrocellulose is simply made by reacting high-quality natural cotton with concentrated acid. This product will quickly deflagrate when exposed to fire, leaving almost no residue and no smoke. Its deflagration speed is much stronger than that of black powder.

Just as black powder can be used as the propellant of primitive earth rockets, smokeless nitrocellulose can also be used as the propellant of some rockets. It has a higher energy density and the rocket flies faster. Therefore, rockets that use pure smokeless nitrocellulose as propellant are single-base rockets.

It is just that once the conditions are met, it is not so easy to transform the theory into something that can be applied.

The simplest question is, what is the appropriate size of the nozzle? If it is too big, the thrust-to-weight ratio is not enough, and if it is too small, the internal pressure is not released quickly enough, which can easily lead to internal explosion due to backlog, which is the reason for the airburst that just happened.

Then of course there is the ratio and angle of the tail. Currently, the Alliance is unable to use a control unit to adjust the tail and thus control the landing point while flying in the air, and it is at a level that cannot be controlled after launch.

Actually, it’s okay to put it bluntly. Not only can we not control it after launch, but even its landing point after launch is unknown. No one knows where it will fly... or it may fly back.

After launching three missiles in succession, various problems occurred. Mitia shook her head lightly and gently comforted the embarrassed and blushing project director beside her. Mitia gave him a design drawing of the nozzle.

This is the famous Laval nozzle in the past.

The fluid mechanics behind the Laval vents are more complicated, but in layman's terms, when water flows through a path that changes from wide to narrow and then from narrow to wide, the water flow rate will be greatly increased.

In fact, it is the principle of compressed pressure release, and this theory is also effective for airflow propulsion. The thrust can soar several times or even dozens of times while the energy output remains unchanged.

Apart from anything else, this thing is a magical weapon for rockets, which are small in size, have a large capacity, and can instantly release energy with high power before flying.

With this design, the causes of airbursts in previous launch failures can be well alleviated.

It is nothing more than reducing the propellant loading. Anyway, the propulsion efficiency has been improved with the Laval nozzle, and the same output power can be achieved by appropriately reducing the dosage.

What remains is to experiment with adjusting the tail wing angle and recompile a set of approximate ranges for the ballistic landing points at different angles and calibers.

Then the rockets can be redeveloped as needed, such as the Katyusha rocket launcher that Mitia has always dreamed of.

The multi-turret god made her not want to buy it because it was too expensive and cumbersome, but the multi-barrel god made her want to buy it! I have money, the more barrels the better!

The bigger the diameter, the more beautiful it is; the more pipes, the better!

Just as she was walking out of the shooting range, thinking happily about her 'organ', the cat-girl secretary who was in charge of office affairs came up to her in the clacking sound of her high heels.

Medea looked curiously at the secretary in front of him who was gasping for breath, and patted her on the back to help her breathe more.

'Your Majesty... the Anago tribe has presented you with a gift in recognition of this year's bumper harvest.'