I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

Everyone here naturally includes civilians.

The densely thrown incendiary bombs exploded on top of the magic protective shield of the central royal city of the royal capital.

Every time a rubber barrel shattered, the gelatinous napalm containing white phosphorus would splatter and ignite in mid-air, exploding into gorgeous fireworks of various shapes, which were far more charming than the fireworks that had just exploded in the sky.

The super magic shield that the palace had been continuously reinforced for many years, with the help of a large number of magicians, excluded all the napalm. The entire semicircular transparent shield was filled with red fluid.

The roar of planes approaching and then moving away proved to them that the bombing outside was still going on.

Countless civilians crowded on the four bridges connecting the inner and outer cities along the moat of the inner city in the center of the royal capital. Looking up at the fiery heads, the fear and sense of crisis in their hearts were stretched to the maximum.

They had just experienced the horror of the outer city and were crowded together, looking for places to hide. Large-scale stampedes continued to occur in this small area.

The new king of Demetria didn't even dare to stay in the palace. He took his queen and other family members and hid in the Itzamaine Cathedral through a secret passage. The presence of the Goddess of Light undoubtedly made the cathedral headquarters the safest place in the country.

Of course, what he thought of was what others could think of as well, but the capacity of the church was limited. In the end, only some earls and above nobles could hide inside with their families, and other nobles could only bring in one person at most.

This requirement alone has caused uproar in countless small and medium-sized nobles' homes. No matter who is brought in, they will almost certainly be looked down upon by others, even if they bring both parents, the father or the mother, one of them will always be left behind.

No matter how hard it tried inside, as more and more napalm accumulated on the outside, the entire shield began to crumble.

It is said that energy-piercing armor is the nemesis of magic shields, but in many cases napalm is even more so.

Magic is basically instantaneous after all, and most of the time it will pass once you can withstand it. However, its duration and terrifyingly high temperature will cause great trouble to anything that comes into contact with it.

Napalm is like a large-scale magic that is released continuously. As the number increases, its power will become stronger and stronger, and its temperature will become higher and higher, making it more difficult to dissipate and cool down.

The total amount of petrol bombs dropped by the Seris Alliance is now equivalent to the continuous and indiscriminate bombing of the entire city by several demigods, causing the magic shield formed by the super magic circle in the royal capital to consume extremely exaggerated magic power.

The more the magicians resisted and continued to use magic power and magic crystals in the palace, the more panicked they became. The thickness of the outer layer of fluid was equivalent to a river of magma pressing on the entire palace, or in other words, the palace was buried in magma.

With this scale of fluid, they couldn't imagine what miserable end they would face after their magic power ran out.

As the fire outside the capital city spread further and began to approach the central area where everyone was, the surrounding fires and the river of gasoline in the sky enveloped the entire capital city tightly. Apart from the flames, nothing else could be seen.

'Crack, crack, crack...'

After a crisp sound, the surface of the red magic shield was suddenly covered with tiny cracks, and then some pervasive gelatinous fluid seeped in.

“Ah! It’s broken!”

"It's over. We are going to die! We are dead!"

"Mom! Mom, save me!"

"Goddess! Please bless your loyal servant."

‘Crack’

Amid the exclamations and pleas, the magic shield finally shattered into a sky full of light spots.

Chapter 268 The seeds of hatred grew.

What does it feel like to have Mount Tai pressing down on you?

I believe that most people cannot imagine it because they have never seen it.

But Izamain’s old acquaintances might be able to float over the graves and brag to other ghosts.

A large amount of gathered napalm began to fall the moment the shield was broken, and hit the crowd like a silent tsunami.

It did not blow people away like water, but instead wrapped the insect tightly inside like molten high-temperature resin the moment it touched the insect.

Because of the small space, a large amount of napalm was stacked and squeezed within the unit space. When it fell from the sky and hit the crowd, it was like resin dripping on an insect, instantly knocking it to the ground and then merging with it.

This time, there wasn't even a single person standing up in sight. Most of the people were knocked to the ground, and were stuck together with other acquaintances while wailing.

The passionate napalm burned through their necks and flowed into their tracheas, violently silencing their noisy screams.

A group of humanoid objects twisted their bodies silently and stiffly in the napalm. With each twist, it could be seen that their bodies became smaller and were slowly decomposed bit by bit.

The narrow area on the bridge allowed some civilians to luckily avoid the napalm that hit their heads, but the tragic scenes around them also frightened them greatly.

Countless people crowded together and pushed each other. Many people could not bear the squeeze and jumped over the bridge into the moat under the bridge.

Like a torrential rain, napalm also fell into the river, and a large amount of gas began to emerge from the river at a speed visible to the naked eye. The dense bubbles and rising steam all showed that it had completed the transformation from a river to hot soup.

The tragic screams and red and swollen bodies of people floating in the river are more vivid and terrifying than the twisted figures in the fire.

Countless high-level magicians were madly throwing out all their lifelong knowledge, and the variety of spells bursting out in the air was so many that an old magician had never seen in his life.

But it was of no use.

The sheer quantity caused a qualitative change. Tens of thousands of tons of napalm burning at thousands of degrees concentrated in a small area was no less than a world-destroying punishment from the gods.

All the water magic and ice magic not only failed to suppress the flames, but instead helped the napalm bombs to burn and evaporate more high-temperature steam, making the living environment even worse for those who were still barely alive.

As long as you have not reached the extraordinary physique of a saint, you must comply with the necessary conditions for human survival, such as water and oxygen.

While high temperature evaporates water, it also causes a large amount of oxygen to be burned. The air is filled with other toxic gases, making the air unable to be a life-saving straw, but instead becoming another efficient messenger of killing.

After all, most people in the magical world were not aware that air could be harmful, and the Seris Alliance had taught them a hard lesson.

The entire city of Izamain seemed to be twisted in the scorching fire. The fire was so bright that not only the allied troops outside the city, but even the fire support fleet staying at sea hundreds of kilometers away could be easily seen.

The black smoke from the bellies of the medium-range bombers was clearly visible as they flew back to their temporary bases, all with a faint aroma of barbecue.

Many newly promoted pilots and bombardiers rolled down the plane while vomiting, praying to the Church of Holy Light and Medea.

The nun's duty room, which served as a psychological health counselor, was instantly packed, and many nuns retched after hearing the description of the scene given by the grenadier, who was a part-time observer.

Major General Nigel Ester was overjoyed when he heard this. Even their people could not withstand such a scene. The fate of the capital of the Holy See would inevitably have a strong deterrent effect on other areas of the entire Holy See.

As to whether this behavior is too cruel, Nigel Esther did not comment on it. Anyway, the military did not say that it could not be done. If it cannot be done, then it is fine. If it is fine, then it is not guilty.

This was a little trick played by Nigel Esther. Except for treason or collaborating with the enemy, the Alliance, in principle, would never allow superiors to interfere with the execution of combat missions by frontline commanders and fighters.

And this applies to every level. When superiors and subordinates such as division commanders and company commanders issue orders, they can only set general mission objectives and combat plans. The specific implementation plans are decided by the subordinate commanders themselves. Except for the Queen, they will not accept any orders from any superiors.

So he took the fact that the military didn't care about him as if he had no objection, which was somewhat like his behavior of being a veteran soldier.

Officers like him are not a minority in the alliance. It cannot be said that there are no officers who advocate explosive and brutal revenge against the Vatican, but it can be said that there are many of them.

This is most directly related to the alliance's subtle educational environment.

For the descendants of these former rivals, the alliance represented by Medea has a very mature set of training... ahem, a very mature set of educational methods.

Generally speaking, the method adopted was to kill the nobles and release the common people.

Concentrate on cleaning up the powerful class that holds the right to speak, and only retain some nobles who turned against the party early. After legally depriving them of their privileged status, they will get some benefits from other places, such as allowing them to be appreciated and promoted in the field of education, and be responsible for local education and security.

In order to smoothly transform themselves, these surrendered nobles have no other choice but to use the discourse power in education in their hands to frantically whitewash themselves and other groups and to flatter the authorities.

When this group of people with the most legitimate reasons for resistance were incited, the rebels effectively lost the possibility of coordinating their resistance under a unified leadership that was respected and virtuous.

At the same time, the Alliance itself will not be picky about the people, but will vigorously create racial heroes among the civilian class who sacrificed their lives for resistance, give them officially recognized honors, and give their descendants welfare benefits second only to the families of Alliance martyrs, so as to dilute the conflicts between national races caused by war.

The fight on the battlefield does not continue outside the battlefield. This is the governing principle that the Alliance has always strongly advocated.

The purpose of the Alliance War is to liberate the race. As long as this can be implemented in the occupied areas and combined with the previous strategies, the negative impact can be minimized.

The remaining resentment was naturally diverted by the Alliance to the reinforcements who claimed to be allies but were actually much more sick and hateful than the Alliance. The two sides were able to share the same hatred for the enemy.

As for the group of nobles who remained, it was easy to deal with them. After a few rounds of believing in insider information (slander) and going against the basic national policy, they could be dealt with cleanly through a shocking dismissal and investigation.

Nigel Esther is such a case. His father unfortunately died in the battle with the Seris Federation. After the Seris Federation merged with the subcontinental countries to become the Seris Alliance, it still recognized his father's performance in the war.

As the saying goes, the officials affirmed that his living environment did not become difficult due to the loss of his father, the main labor force. No one dared to bully the descendant of a racial hero in a racial gathering place.

On the contrary, because his living and study expenses were covered by the Alliance, and he also received a fixed hero subsidy from the Alliance, his mother did not suffer much in raising him.

A good education also allowed him to have a clearer view of the war between the Federation and the Kingdom. The internal library of the Alliance had a set of historical battle analysis books and a circular chart comparing the economic and military strength of the countries in the subcontinent at that time.

At the same time, detailed arguments and evidence are written for each piece of data. After reading the latter part, Nigel Esther even wished that he was not born in the Palia region.

After all, Palia, which was born out of the slave system, can never compare with the Federation in its contribution to world progress, and there is no need for the Alliance to discredit it. Many of the longer-lived dwarves were once slaves of the Kingdom of Palia, and their irrefutable black history is too numerous to count.

As long as the alliance fulfills its promise and leads everyone to a better future, then the combination of reason and reality will naturally make the alliance just.

After all, the Seris Federation no longer exists, and we are all citizens of the same alliance~

The remaining hatred in their hearts will only be vented and retaliated against other hostile countries outside the alliance.

Chapter 269: Everyone flees when disaster strikes~

The bombing lasted less than two hours, but the fire burned for more than five days at its longest.

More than 80 houses and buildings were destroyed, and millions of people were left homeless. They could only barely survive in the outer and central circles of the Ring King Capital.

As for the inner circle, except for the strongly protected Royal Capital and Royal Cathedral, the rest of the area has basically been burned to ashes.

The reason why the Royal Capital is protected is because the remaining trump card troops of the Royal Capital are stationed inside, otherwise even the Royal Capital Church would not want to take action to protect it.

Does the Goddess of Light not want to protect these loyal believers?

I want to, but I can't keep it.

After dropping napalm bombs, the bomber fleet just walked away, leaving all the problems to the Vatican.

To protect an ordinary person from surviving for several days in temperatures of over a thousand degrees, the amount of faith consumed is unknown, accumulated by countless believers through years of prayer. Moreover, the person being protected is not just one, but millions.

This is Medea’s birthday gift, a trolley problem.

Is it to preserve short-term power or to protect one's believers?

Those who can remain steadfast in their belief in the Church of Light when facing such great difficulties in the Holy See are definitely devout believers and fanatics, and the quality of their faith is far higher than that of general believers.

Relying on the former subcontinent as a dumping ground in the rear, the Demetria Church had a population base of hundreds of millions including the subcontinent during its peak period. The total number of devout believers and fanatics was only two to three million, and the remaining 99% were general believers.

It can be said that these one million people are the majority of the foundation of the Church of Light and their essence.

Preliminary estimates of the bombing of Itzamain caused the deaths of approximately 65 people in the capital of Itzamain, more than 70 seriously injured, and 160 square kilometers were razed to the ground, which is almost equivalent to half of Itzamain.

Obviously, the Goddess of Light has made her choice.

But who can say that her choice was wrong?

It's no use trying to find your way there. It's already come to the last moment. It's understandable that everyone runs away when disaster strikes.

Of course, this is based on the premise that she regards Him as her. That is to say, from the moment she made this choice, her career as God has basically come to an end.

Even though there are still a large number of pan-believers in other countries on the continent to help her keep her position as a priest

In the future, before the alliance is completely destroyed and the voice is unified again, she will either continue to decline in status or barely maintain her current base, but there will be no possibility of any promotion.