I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

Therefore, professional matters should be done by professionals, and it is reasonable for the air force to solve problems with the air force.

Mitia knocked on the conference table, and the meeting place suddenly became quiet.

"Foreign trade, free trade and all other economic activities ceased, and the economy was transformed into a wartime state..."

Upon hearing this, the Minister of Economy stood up and said anxiously: "Your Majesty, no! Perhaps we can try to win over and divide the allies, turn some of them into our allies, and try to reduce the losses..."

Mitia turned her head and looked at him with narrowed eyes. "A war involving tens of millions of troops, involving a population of nearly 10 billion, do you think you can get something that you can't get on a battlefield by talking? Do you think you're the only smart person in the world?"

The Minister of Economy had sweat on his forehead and his whole body was stiff, and he felt a coldness on his neck.

"National security cannot and cannot be relied upon the gifts of others. History always advances on the sword. This world is a place where the weak are the prey of the strong. If you want to survive and have dignity, you must fight this battle."

"Dignity lies only on the edge of the sword, and truth is always only within the range of the cannon!"

With an uproar, a large number of generals and officers stood up from the military seat, staring at the bald head of the Minister of Economic Affairs, ready to make a move.

Ignoring them, Mitia continued, "I didn't discuss this with you. This is an order. The entire country must immediately switch to a wartime economy and enter Level 1 combat readiness."

"Within 10 years, all retired military personnel will be recalled, and military training for citizens aged 18 and over 50 will be officially launched in all state defense districts."

"All the production capacity compressed during the wartime economy will be invested in the military industry, and the process of rehiring retired workers will be initiated. The minimum standard is that each continent has its own complete military and civilian self-sustaining industries to ensure that it can maintain normal operations when it is blocked from the outside."

"The first phase of the plan is 5 years. The plan must be completed more than 2% within 65 years, and the final stage must be completed within years. I want the alliance to be completely transformed into a war machine within years."

"The standard is that all major military regions across the country will expand their forces three times on the original basis, all sealed war reserve warehouses will be released, and the goal is to have 3 million standing troops and 1200 million reserve troops."

"We will expand the capacity of tank manufacturing, firearms manufacturing, and aircraft manufacturing as much as possible. Except for the necessary technical and civilian factories, all of them will be restructured into military factories, and we will strive to expand the production capacity by more than five times the original level."

"At the same time, flying clubs, driving schools, university campuses and state parks are all open to the public free of charge and set up technical learning points."

"Your Majesty, this will inevitably lead to huge sacrifices for us, and the livelihood of the people will regress across the board. All the achievements of construction over the years will be destroyed in an instant..."

Mitia glanced at the Minister of Culture who was speaking and saw some impatience in his eyes. Anna took a look and took the man out with two soldiers from the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

"At the same time, the propaganda department will be fully activated, and the Special Intelligence Bureau and the Propaganda Department will be connected to monitor and control all intellectuals based on the files."

"From now on, I don't want to hear any inappropriate words in the newspapers, among the people, or on campus."

"Remember, it's any sentence!"

Medea stood up from the throne and walked out: "If anyone is dissatisfied, no matter how old he is, give him a set of military uniform immediately. I want to see him fighting for the country on the front line."

"Don't have any luck this time. Our opponents will not give us a chance to make a comeback."

The two Holy Spirits of Light above the Bezutsk Fortress continuously cast pure white light magic to bless their side endlessly, making it difficult for the witches, who were originally stronger, to achieve decisive results.

Even the ordinary Vatican soldiers in the super fortress below were in high spirits, as if they were holding a tonic pill in their mouths. They continued to resist the attacks of the alliance soldiers and even counterattacked from time to time.

Most of their senses are blocked, they have no sense of pain, and they can even feel a strange sense of pleasure when attacked because of the rapid generation of cells. So even when the source of life is completely exhausted and they die, they still have a happy expression on their faces.

The two waves of saints that were fighting hard above soon became one-sided after the new witches who came to support the alliance joined, because among them was the great witch Fanica who had gone to the western part of the continent to fool around.

Compared to other witches' relatively normal attack methods, Fanica's attack method is vicious and obscene.

A demigod actually launched a close-range attack on the Holy Spirit of the Church who was only at the quasi-saint level. The moment she got close to them, the two Holy Spirits who looked identical froze all over.

The two pairs of white wings behind one of them turned from white to pink at an extremely fast speed, and her charming breathing kept echoing in the sky. Before the Goddess of Light could react, the Holy Spirit had already been degraded.

Mi Wei below had a face that was so red that steam was almost coming out of her head. She squatted on the deck with her hands covering her ears.

'Snapped! Snapped! '

Fanika raised the small whip in her hand and whipped the other's buttocks. An expression of pain and pleasure flashed across Shengli's red face, and the subtle sound was captivating.

Looking at the crowds of people around her who were looking at her, the Holy Spirit's emotions fluctuated violently, her face was filled with a strange despair and a fading blush, and the pink wings behind her changed from two pairs to three pairs.

In the rose-red light column, he leapt from the quasi-saint stage to the saint stage. The elemental armor on his body became more solid and his aura rose rapidly. With a flash of his figure, he bound another holy spirit and waited for Fenica to enjoy it.

Ifdien's expression kept changing, he was angry and anxious: "Damn bitch! Get out of here!"

It was too much of a loophole for a master of Fanica's level to target those weaker than her. If she didn't retreat, she was afraid that everyone around her would be turned against her.

Now that she was left alone, would she go to preach? If not now, when?

Fanika pinched the big chest of the Holy Spirit beside her and laughed foolishly: "Hey, don't go! I like your men, the quality is really good, very smooth~"

Looking at the female saints running away quickly, Fanica shook her head with regret: "Forget it, it's more important to do the business."

After she finished speaking, her face became serious, and she replaced the whip in her hand with a cane and raised it with both hands: "I... pray to the supreme God of Magic~ to grant me the power - death!"

Chapter 250 Song of Hell

The brilliant and bright sky was quickly swallowed up by the silent darkness. The sky and the earth became dim. A flash of blood-red lit up from the darkness and quickly crossed the earth. Endless blood filled everyone's eyes.

"I pray to Medea, the goddess of war, to grant me power and authority."

A huge scarlet inverted cross lit up behind Fenica, and the void shattered, revealing the ruined world within. The corpses kneeling on the ground in worship quickly disintegrated and gathered into a bloody torrent that broke through the boundaries of the world and rushed past Fenica's feet.

"I pray that the war spirits that die with heavy burdens, like withered flowers, will become my followers and dye all enemies into deep red..."

[Divine Mantra-Song of Hell! ]

Countless dim white points of light poured out from the dark sky like a rainstorm and fell into the blood. The blood began to flow upstream, filling in the outlines of human figures.

The outline gradually became clear and turned into blood-red clothing, with a face full of bloody flesh texture, looking weird and terrifying.

Their attire was varied, most of them were uniforms from the Astell and Seris Federation periods, some were even Astell ancient uniforms that even Medea herself had never seen.

As time passed, various weapons emerged from the hands of the humanoids in the blood. They moved silently and gathered together to form standard military formations. Bloody flags fluttered behind Fenica, and there was scarlet blood in their empty eye sockets.

The scope of the blood river is still expanding, and more and more human figures are appearing.

Fenica threw a church emblem into the pool of blood, pointed her staff at the Bezutsk Super Fortress, and said with a crazy look on her face: "Hold this place, capture other lands, and everything in sight will be the grave of my enemies. Execute them!"

"Target, ahead! Kill the enemy on sight! No mercy!"

The Alliance soldiers at the front of the battlefield stared blankly at the completely different world a few meters away. The sky was clear where they were standing, but a few meters ahead it was all black and red, with howling evil winds and the wailing of ghosts.

Following Fenica's order, the endless blood-red army began to advance unstoppably, devouring all life forms with the emblem of the Church along the way.

From the cavalry, infantry, spearmen and archers in ancient times to the later muskets, bolt-action rifles, machine guns, and joint operations of ancient and modern military services, few people have probably seen such a scene.

As soon as the distance between the two sides shortened, the commander of the Vatican roared and opened fire, calling the frightened Vatican soldiers back to their senses and launching an attack.

Dense bullets, artillery shells and magic were thrown at the bloody army in an endless stream, but the results achieved were extremely limited. The bullets and artillery shells could only make bullet holes in the bloody soldiers' bodies, and had no other effects.

The large-scale damage caused by magic seems to be more significant, but the effect is also limited.

The blood-red musketeers who had moved to attack distance marched in neat formation and raised their guns to attack. Blood-red energy warheads flew at high speed towards the Vatican's position, producing an effect no less than that of real bullets and were also corrosive.

The cavalry unit, which had long lost its value of existence, completely ignored all kinds of attacks, and rushed into the Vatican army with holes all over its body under the dense rain of bullets, setting off a series of bloody waves, and defeating the unit in an instant.

Many bloody soldiers were beaten into pieces by the intensive firepower and fell into the blood, but they quickly recovered and stood up to continue attacking.

From the perspective of looking down from the sky, the bloody torrent rapidly filled every corner of the fortress, eventually completing the full coverage and quickly sweeping away into the distance.

Fanika breathed a sigh of relief, and Mi Wei appeared beside her. She looked at the blood-red torrent with a pale face: "What kind of magic is this? Are they all immortal? This is too terrifying."

"Not really. They will definitely die, but it's difficult to kill them."

"I just came up with this trick not long ago. Um... It's to use the power of the emperor to communicate with the army souls, combined with my previous undead summoning technique. This kind of troops have bloody bodies and war sense engraved in their souls. They are no longer a bunch of brainless rotten meat. Isn't it powerful?"

Mi Wei was a little worried: "What if someone else uses this trick? Wouldn't we be unable to stop them?"

Fenica rolled her eyes at her and said, "If there is another person who can gather enough blood and flesh essence from corpses, whose strength has reached the peak of demigod and can attract the goddess of magic, and who can also invite an emperor who still has a strong appeal to the dead soldiers, then he will take this beating. It is God's will."

Did anyone really have the same conditions as her? She had a reserve of corpses from another world, an emperor sister, and a magic affinity high enough to draw on the power of the unconscious magic goddess.

Mi Wei: "...So this Vatican War is over?"

Fenica shook her head. "It's unlikely. I estimate that the number of soldiers summoned this time is about 70. If the Goddess of Light and the Saint take action, it is normal for them to be wiped out. But occupying three super fortresses and half of Demetria will not be a problem."

Mi Wei stroked her smooth chin and said, "That's not bad. With three bridgeheads gone, the Holy See is considered to be destroyed by us. Besides, we have opened up a land transportation line with Ernesto. The Queen should be very happy."

"Of course she will be happy."

Fanica looked at the two twin Holy Spirits of the Church who were controlled by her, and raised a malicious smile: "If she can accept my gift, I will be even happier~"

She just didn't believe that a mature woman like Medea could withstand the multiple pleasures.

At this time, Medea was giving a national speech under the arrangement of the Propaganda Department, pressing the start button for the Seris Alliance to fully shift to a state of war.

“No matter how other aristocratic imperialists smear us, they cannot deny that we have risen from the ashes of a feudal kingdom where the people were extremely poor, the economic level was low, and there was an extreme lack of education, food, and medical care. Through the efforts of the working people themselves, we have completed the basic medical care and education survival guarantee for all people.”

After several rounds of combat readiness alerts, all factories in the alliance have stopped operations and are awaiting final instructions from the government.

Large crowds gathered in squares and parks, listening carefully to the Queen's voice.

Chapter 251 World Beacon, War Mobilization

Medea's gentle voice kept echoing in the center of the square, in the streets and alleys, and in every household. Countless people straightened their chests with pride. Each of them participated in and contributed their own efforts to each piece of data, and they were proud of it.

"On the other side of the sea, there are tens of millions of imperial troops eyeing us covetously. Some of them are about to land on our mainland. We have never encountered such a situation in the past century."

"Sorry comrades, we can't even assure our children of their safety, as we are already in the most dangerous moment!"

"We must prove ourselves once again, prove that we can defend our country and everything we have created. We must survive this storm of war!"

Medea's heavy voice made countless people feel nervous, and then an indescribable anger rose up, and many elderly people couldn't help but curse.

"We will fight in Surya, in Ernesto, in the sky, in the sea, and everywhere we can go! We will defend our great motherland at all costs!"

【fighting!!!】

【fighting!!!】

“So comrades, please give the country the greatest support. We will rise up to resist and we will never surrender! Even if we will suffer a fate worse than death under the white terror of imperialism, we will fight to the end!”

"As long as we fight, the sun will still rise, and Seris,

"It will surely become a beacon to the world!"

【Long live the motherland!!!】

【Long live the Queen!!!】

A thunderous roar rang out across the subcontinent and eventually came together. The common enemy blurred the subtle barriers between the many races in the alliance, and everyone was united in their hatred of the enemy.

It's like a powder keg with a lit fuse, which will eventually blow to pieces anyone who dares to get close.

The witch tribe leader closed the communication window, looked at the witch cubs around her whose faces were flushed and eager to try, and opened her red lips slightly, seeming to be hesitant to speak.

In the end, I didn't say anything, but I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.