I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

Fanika said that she had never felt too threatened. It was not that she didn't care, but she was very confused as to why there was such a big difference in their feelings.

In terms of strength, Medea is naturally not as strong as Fenica, but her weakness is limited. At most, she cannot beat Fenica, but she has no problem running away.

Medea could only think of one explanation for this, which was that there might be a general image of this existence deep in her memory, and this existence was something she could not deal with, so there was such a serious warning.

She also asked in detail whether there were other things in that world, but Fanika said that there might be, and there might not be.

Because most of the industrial buildings she had seen in the Seris Alliance were labeled with very conspicuous and easily recognizable danger and prohibition signs.

Even if you don't understand the language, the skull and X can still understand it~

Before, she only needed corpses and had no interest in those things. She actually used them quite easily by accident.

However, Medea thought that if that world had modern industrial equipment, it would be of great benefit to her, but... now she did not dare to act rashly.

She couldn't determine the source of the sense of crisis, but she vaguely sensed that there was an energy in the text that she didn't understand.

If she took the machine out, would that mean she was also taking the "thing" out? She couldn't guarantee that, and she didn't even have a way to test it.

So in the end she gave up the desire to plunder the resources inside. Eat as much as the bowl can give you. If a golden cake falls from the sky, you have to catch it instead of being crushed to death.

Judging from the scenes in the other world, if the magic world wants to achieve that kind of weird world-destroying effect, I guess even the magic goddess of creation may not be able to do it.

Destroying a civilization and making it ask to be destroyed are two different things.

Through sporadic observations, Medea felt that the probability of this civilization being "actively" seeking death was significantly higher.

Most of the people in the alliance are ordinary people. If it were just a modern civilization, it would not be worth it for her to take huge risks.

Maybe after becoming a god she could make another trip to investigate the details?

At least we have to find a way to see through the red fog covering the sky and see if we can determine the approximate coordinates of that world through the galaxies.

Is it a different world, another planet in the same universe, or an independent space? The answer to this question is very important to her.

But there is one thing that Medea can be sure of, that is, if Fenica has a way to pick up a dead alien world, then there must be quite a few such worlds.

When you can see a cockroach appear in the light, it only proves that the dark place can no longer accommodate it.

'Your Majesty, the Demetria Church launched a surprise attack on Golotsk, Chernit, Uyenchi and Mitoten last night.'

'Under the joint command of four marshals and the bishop, Golotsk was captured in just one night and approached Roshk. Chernitsky Oblast also lost most of its territory, and contact battles broke out in the other two states.'

Anna helped her wrap up her wet hair. Medea sat up, exposing her beautiful upper body to the air. The big rabbit even bounced: "Huh? Mitoten? Isn't that the port where our transport ship will dock soon?"

Anna blushed as she handed the towel to Medea: "...Well, the ocean-going fleet will arrive at Mitoten Port in about two days, and the exchange students will also be traveling with the fleet."

"How is the fleet configured? Can it guarantee the safety of the students? Remember to remind the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to explain the situation to the two countries, especially the Holy See."

She took the towel and wiped her upper body casually, then stood up. Her jade feet with a hint of moisture stepped on the soft blanket, and she gently opened her hands to Anna:

"Warn those charlatans that warships are our maritime territory. If they dare to 'accidentally' drop something and cause 'accidental injury', we dare to accidentally flatten their Bezutsk deep-water port."

'Silver...silver...'

"what?"

'No, nothing! I mean I know.'

Mitia didn't hear clearly at first, and when she reacted, she was furious: "Are you going to wipe it or not? If not, hand me the towel!"

'wipe...'

"Just wipe it quickly. Although I'm not afraid of the cold, I don't have an exhibitionist fetish."

Annamitia rolled her eyes at the hesitant Annamitia. In the past, she was always asked to help wipe her body. After so many years, Medea, who was originally uncomfortable, has become accustomed to it. But she is getting worse and worse?

Putting on her pajamas, she leaned back in the rocking chair with her feet propped up on the footstool. Medea closed her eyes again in comfort, waiting for the other maids to help her dry her hair.

As for Anna, she took advantage of this time to arrange her instructions.

This kind of hipster who really enjoys this life, she hardly has to do anything herself during the whole process. She just has to lie down there and leave everything else to the maid and Anna. She is only responsible for the scent.

Compared to the peaceful Seris Alliance, the Chernit State far away on another continent is a living hell.

"Kill! Crush them!"

"Where are the artillery? Where are the magic crystal cannons? Fire them! Blow open the city gate for me!"

"Sir, that's not possible. The magic shield of Chernit City is too thick. It can't be penetrated at all."

"Qumd, no, bring the scepter over to me! If I can't blow through Chernit today, I will send them all to atone for their sins to the goddess!"

Amid the roar of the battlefield commander, a flying fortress with a diameter of several hundred meters, floating in the air, slowly approached the gate of Chernit City, surrounded by thousands of air cavalrymen riding flying monsters for protection.

As the distance between the two sides narrowed to less than a thousand meters, a large crack suddenly appeared on the side of the flying fortress facing the city of Chernit, from which a thick cannon barrel with inscriptions engraved on its surface protruded.

Following an order from the commander on the fortress, the muzzles of the guns alternated between light and dark, and the abundant magical elements around and the large magic engines inside were drained at an extremely fast speed.

Then, a thick magic beam of light with a diameter of tens of meters bombarded the large magic shield covering Chernit. The dazzling light and violent elemental fluctuations blew away the soldiers of both sides within a radius of 100 meters, forming a vacuum zone.

The magic shield that resisted the light column was shining brightly except for the shield in the direction of the force, while the shields in other directions became extremely dim in an instant. It was obvious that the magic shield was drawing elements from the shields in other directions.

The two sides confronted each other for about ten seconds, and the sound of "cracking" continued to be heard, becoming more and more frequent. Finally, it was completely shattered by the light column and directly hit the thick city wall.

"Boom!"

With a loud noise, the wall and the city gate that were hit by the beam of light turned into rubble all over the sky. The flying stones turned into a dense rain of bullets that shot out in all directions.

Countless soldiers from both sides who had not yet reacted were smashed beyond recognition by the dynamic energy fragments. Even the mecha soldiers who were hit were shattered to pieces.

When the energy fluctuations subsided, there was no city gate or city wall left, only a deep pit with a diameter of hundreds of meters. The bright red blood that flowed into the pit and continued to evaporate proved how many innocent souls had died here.

One shot hit the area with a diameter of hundreds of meters and a depth of tens of meters, and almost nothing was spared within a kilometer. It was like a pen dropping a drop of ink on white paper, and the ink left a clear black mark.

John, who was watching the battle from a high place in the distance, took a deep breath. The attack power of this thing is quite high~

And this is the remaining energy after shattering the city's protective shield. If a complete shot hits the ground, it would be enough to more than double the diameter of the pit.

A single shot from the Alliance's 152mm howitzer can create a 40m hole in the ground, with fragments causing damage around meters away. This single shot can scatter the ashes of an entire Alliance artillery battalion.

"How do you feel, Earl John? Isn't this working well? The Scepter Fortress's charged attack can exert the power of a full-strength attack from an ordinary Saint-level warrior. As long as it gets within shooting distance, almost nothing can defend against its attack~"

The young nobleman beside him said proudly, with an expression of pride. John opened his mouth and was about to say something flattering.

Before John could speak, after a low humming sound, a sharp explosion echoed over the city of Chernit.

A huge crossbow arrow wrapped in red light pierced into a flock of pigeons like a spear, vaporizing all the air knights that blocked the way, and hit the flying fortress that was unable to dodge.

The crossbow arrow easily penetrated the shield deep inside. It was unknown what it hit, but the hundreds of meters long flying fortress, like a dark cloud covering the sky, set off a violent explosion in mid-air.

The dazzling magic elements became a nightmare for the surrounding guard knights. After the flash of light, only the flying fortress that smashed to the ground with black smoke was left. As for the hundreds of air knights, it was as if they had never existed and there was no trace of them at all.

John: “…”

Young noble: '...'

The slap in the face came so fast like a tornado, the young noble's face changed three times in a second, blue, black and red, and after a long time, he uttered a few words from between his teeth: "Fuck! The Falling God Crossbow! The old Tsar is willing to put this thing on the border?"

John turned around and was about to ask the other person what that thing was, but when he turned around he could only see the other person's back as he hurried away. John almost couldn't hold back his excitement.

After thinking about it, he left. After being a noble for a while, he understood the nature of these nobles. They wanted money, power and valued their lives. He knew that they were related to these three things when he saw them gathering together.

And there was no need to continue watching this battle, although the city of Chernit fought back at the last moment and destroyed the flying fortress.

But with the collapse of an entire section of the city wall, including the city gate, and the annihilation of the soldiers stationed on the wall, there was no chance of continuing to defend.

Strictly speaking, the Roshek Dynasty was the attacking party, but the Holy See chose to take the initiative with the intervention of the Wokingmeh Consortium headed by John, which caught the other side off guard.

With Seris as his intelligence supplier, John knew very well that if they continued to drag the battle until the Alliance-supported Sherman light tanks arrived at the battlefield, they would become more passive, so he simply took action in advance to disrupt the enemy's deployment.

At the same time, the good results achieved in the early stage will also be of great benefit to boosting the share price of the Wokingmacher Consortium.

Anyway, it doesn’t matter to the alliance who has the advantage, as long as the war situation can be maintained. John has a lot of autonomy in his choices.

This war, which attracted great attention from the Seris Alliance, was an eye-opener for the Alliance Army's General Staff as soon as it started.

Not to mention anything else, the presence of the ordinary soldier-level machines that they were also equipped with on the battlefield of Dro alone refreshed their understanding of machines.

The soldier machines that could only fight at high intensity for 5-10 minutes in the subcontinent before, in a high-intensity war like the Dro War, which started with indiscriminate bombing, their cruising capabilities have increased several times.

The self-sustaining capacity in high-intensity combat can reach at least half an hour, in ordinary combat it is less than an hour, and when traveling it can reach about two hours.

This also explains why major countries on the main continent generally have large numbers of aircraft in service. This kind of battlefield endurance is truly terrifying.

Without the elemental suppression debuff, all kinds of magic alchemical equipment shine on the battlefield. Although the bolt-action rifle still has a good effect, it can only be used as a weapon for miscellaneous soldiers at best.

A captain-level mecha warrior can direct a large-scale magic from afar. If there is no magician in charge, an infantry regiment of thousands of people will be reduced to ashes on the spot, and the mobility of the mecha warrior regiment will not be affected at all.

However, the heavy machine gun can still produce good results. The enemy cannot penetrate the bunker with a magic shield, and the mindless high-powered bullets and crossfire are very difficult to deal with.

The effect of artillery is even better. Although the damage from shrapnel and gunpowder explosion is severely reduced by the body's own shield, damage such as shock waves cannot be defended against.

Many times, the machine itself was still intact, but the soldiers inside had been killed by the shock. It also damaged the machine's inscription circuits, and it was common to see machines with immobilized limbs waiting to die on the battlefield.

Although the Holy See's ultimate weapon, the flying fortress, has terrible attack power, John's observation shows that the opponent's defense ability is probably a weakness, and the surrounding air knights are the flying fortress's reliance.

Melee combatants can swoop and stab from the sky at extremely fast speeds, and ranged combatants can cooperate with mounts to release combination magic to cover all aspects, and even use the mount's magic power to perform ultra-long-range single-target attacks.

The Tsarist Empire's Falling God Crossbow is a specialized product. The crossbow arrow is made of the hardest material and is propelled into flight by extremely compressed magic elements.

No magical abilities are needed. The huge crossbow arrow with a magic-breaking tip, coupled with the extremely compressed kinetic energy of the violent elemental impact, can tear apart all the opponent's defenses in the most direct point-to-point manner.

It is said that even God would be hurt if he took it head-on.

This thing is actually a semi-fixed weapon, which means it can only hit targets that cannot move or move very slowly. As long as the opponent moves a little faster, the crossbow cart with the bulky inscription pressure storage device on the back will find it difficult to keep up with the opponent's turn.

And according to John's careful observation, even the small soldiers who were at the level of small fry, the magic armor that was just for show before now played its due function. At the same time, they can all release long-range magic attacks, and the same system can be combined into combined magic.

Often the two sides would start throwing magic at each other before they even came into contact, and they would continue to use magic until they finally collided violently.

The supply of materials is even simpler. A giant beast called a carrier beast that is over ten meters tall can carry a large amount of baggage on its back. Usually one beast can meet the long-term baggage needs of an army of thousands of people.

After a comparison, not to mention that the current Alliance is being beaten, the Alliance's advantages are almost gone, and there is still a big gap between the two sides in the quality of soldiers.

Chapter 180: The Dro War

However, it was not completely powerless. At least based on the war videos sent back by John, Medea came up with many solutions and targeted optimization directions.

For example, although the fact that most of the Seris soldiers are ordinary people is a huge disadvantage, she roughly calculated that the range of the magic soldiers' long-range attacks is generally within 500 meters, which is actually similar to the best attack distance of the assault rifle.

The solution to the problem of being unable to withstand magic attacks may not be as difficult as imagined. For example, a platoon-level unit can arrange two specialized shield infantry fighting vehicles.

It is not equipped with any self-defense weapons, but instead contains a shield generating device to provide a protective shield for regional troops.

The female elven scientist also provided her with a new idea, which is that the shields are interlocked and enhanced with each other. The shields of the elven land are made in this way. They have integrated multiple effects such as stealth, anti-detection, self-defense and early warning into a super-large magic shield.