I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

But she still suffered losses, after all, the subcontinent where Media rose was originally a territory she developed.

Medea was promoted to demigod and was eligible for the distribution. It was her bad luck that someone took it away from her. The magic continent still emphasizes strength above all else. It was because she couldn't win. So the current situation is pretty good.

After the announcement, all the demigods and gods prepared to leave, and no one waited for Medea's answer.

After all, it didn't matter what she thought. The verdict was unfair? What if it was unfair? The strength of both parties was completely different. She had to listen to whatever was said, unless she didn't want to die.

"Wait, although this is a little beyond my expectations, I still choose three."

Just as the gods were about to disperse and return to their homes, Medea suddenly spoke up and interrupted them.

The Dragon God turned his head and stared at Medea with his pale golden eyes. A flash of violence flashed in his eyes but soon disappeared:

"There is no third option. Either you agree or you die. Although I can't completely wipe you out, if I defeat you and then destroy your alliance, the day of your resurrection will be a long time in coming."

"Yes, the third option I chose is that you die!"

The illusory Medea, composed of white light, had an unchanged smile on her face. A slender beast claw covered with white jade-like scales broke through the light curtain and grabbed the neck of the unsuspecting Dragon God. The five claws came together and lifted it up as if strangling a snake.

The purple-gold beast eyes stared at it and said, "I have been annoyed with you for a long time, big lizard. The history of the magic world is no more than three thousand years at most, and there are only a few records of dragons. Do you also deserve to be called a dragon? Then I am your dragon grandmother!"

Medea reappeared in front of everyone and turned into a strange-looking dragon-like beast. Unlike the dragon god and other giant dragons, it had huge and broad wings, but its body was extremely harmonious and graceful.

Chapter 298 Ragnarok

"Roar! Damn it! Let go of your dirty claws! No! Your strength is wrong! Where's the Demon Queen? Did you eat her?!"

The Dragon God was strangled by Medea's neck, which was a huge humiliation, but he couldn't break free from Medea's claws no matter what, which made it keenly aware of the abnormality. It was absolutely impossible for a demigod to possess overwhelming power at the same level!

The other demigods were about to take action to force Medea to retreat, but soon their expressions changed.

The dragon-shaped Medea in front of them suddenly began to surge in momentum, and a series of crisp cracking sounds were heard in the bodies of the surrounding gods. The elemental cores, the origins of rules, and the power of faith in their bodies were all firmly suppressed and could not be mobilized at all.

In order to achieve this, one must reach the realm of a true god that transcends demigod!

'Crack...'

A crisp cracking sound was heard, and the Dragon God felt his neck loosen. He looked down subconsciously and saw that the claw was still firmly hanging on his neck and dangling.

Medea transformed back into a human form, his left forearm was empty, and he sighed regretfully as he watched his claws dissipate like porcelain powder in the wind: "Oh, it's only handsome for three seconds."

After saying that, he looked around at the demigods and main gods who were struggling to break free from their restraints, and finally looked at the Dragon God with a smile on his face: "I didn't expect you to gather everyone for me, thank you~"

"What do you want to do! Are you crazy? What's the point?"

"Damn it! Stop it!"

"If you have something to say, let's talk it over nicely! I'm just here to join in the fun!!!"

Medea closed her eyes and her body quickly weathered. A golden magic circle quickly formed on top of the gods. A low whisper crossed the mountains and seas and echoed across the entire continent:

"Sky strike!"

As the weathering was completed, the shackles on the gods shattered instantly, and countless magical lights lit up and shot out in all directions, but were bounced back by a thin curtain of light.

When the golden magic circle was completed, endless white light poured down from the magic circle. The gods below joined forces to resist for a moment, but the white light shattered their shields and pressed them down fiercely.

Endless light suddenly burst out from the light curtain, far brighter than the sun in the sky.

"Boom!!!"

The deafening explosion made everyone's heads go blank.

Endless energy was released and rebounded within the light curtain, and was finally squeezed downwards. The leaked shock wave caused a storm.

The severe wind pressure blew away everything near Moseradale, even the tanks were blown away, and the resulting sandstorm rushed towards the outside of Moseradale like a tsunami.

Countless golden halos danced around in the wind and sand, and finally fell heavily to the ground, revealing one of the Alliance soldiers. They all lay on the ground and began to retch.

Although the damage was blocked by the shield, it was not a pleasant feeling to be rolled around in the wind.

The inky blood-red sky had disappeared at some point, and the sun was shining warmly on the earth above the azure sky. Everything that had happened before seemed like a short nightmare.

"vomit..."

‘Crack! ’

A soldier knelt on the ground and retched for a long time. Suddenly, a crisp sound came from his chest and his whole body froze.

He fumbled around in his chest and pulled out the Holy Light Badge. The original jade-like luster disappeared quietly, and the bright cracks on it made his hands tremble uncontrollably:

"It's a lie... It's a lie..."

"puff..."

In churches in various states of the subcontinent, priests and nuns who gathered to pray all spat out light golden blood. The statue on the central platform kept making noises and cracks appeared all over its body, and finally collapsed with a loud bang.

Protecting the lives of such a large number of soldiers cannot be without cost.

The crisp sound of shattering continued to be heard throughout the continent. In addition to betrayal of faith, the church's token would shatter and become ineffective.

The second is that the deity who is the subject of faith falls into a state of suspended animation.

If the source of faith is cut off, the token will naturally become invalid. After all, the premise of the token's existence is to get a response from the gods, otherwise it is just a dead object.

As for why the gods suddenly fell into a state of suspended animation, the answer lies in a pit with a diameter of over a thousand meters and a depth of more than a hundred meters at the original site of the city of Moseradale.

The gods are gone, their ashes have been scattered, and the biggest obstacle has disappeared.

But the queen is gone too, and the broken statue does not allow them to deceive themselves, but more people would rather choose to deceive themselves.

Perhaps most of the alliance members have never had the opportunity to meet the Queen, but this does not affect her becoming a member of the family by default in the hearts of all citizens. Although she is not here, she seems to be everywhere.

From the first baptism after birth, to the sweet calcium milk biscuits in childhood, the stationery regularly distributed by the school when attending school, and the school uniforms that were deliberately loose but extremely durable in different periods.

Anything with the Queen's portrait and logo seems to appear particularly frequently in their lives, as if these are things they are bound to get.

Whether they were children, young adults, middle-aged or old, they could always see various messages released by her at certain moments in their lives. There was even a tragic scene where three generations of grandfather and grandchildren had a quarrel because of their different perceptions of the empress.

In this case, instead of saying that the queen is dead, you might as well say that he is dead. He still thinks this is more likely.

All in all, the entire country of the alliance is immersed in a mysterious atmosphere, of course this does not include the major national officials at the core decision-making level in the capital.

They felt like they were sitting on a lake formed by nitroglycerin. If even a ripple appeared on the water, the chain reaction would be enough to send them all to hell.

Anna, with a pale face, was helped down from the car by her entourage. She stood in front of the gate of Astar Manor with unsteady steps, and was afraid to let the person outside open the door.

Alyssa’s summons made her rush here without any time to compose herself, but when she arrived at the door, she didn’t know how to face Alyssa.

She told herself that what Medea said was right, and that her sleep would not have much impact on her personally. As long as the operation was done well to remove obstacles for the alliance, her awakening itself would be an established fact.

This deal is not a loss no matter how you look at it. The only question is how long she will sleep.

But how could she explain this to Medea's biological mother?

Forget it. If she doesn’t meet Alyssa, she might think of something else. Anna has to meet her even if she has to bite the bullet.

But when Anna saw Alyssa tremblingly, the other party's face did not show the negative emotions she imagined, but a little...

Happy?

Anna felt a little uneasy. Wasn't the lady irritated?

She hesitated for a long time before finally mustering up the courage: "Husband... Madam! I!"

"Shh..."

Alyssa stretched out her finger and gestured for her to lower her voice, then pointed to the bedroom: “Don’t wake them up.”

"Forget it, come in and take a look. I always feel that there is something wrong with her current state~"

As she spoke, Alyssa led the confused Anna into the bedroom, only to see three little girls sleeping soundly on Alyssa's big bed.

Except for Lillian's silly roe deer that never grows up, she doesn't recognize the other two...wait!

Anna took two steps forward and carefully examined the black-haired little girl's face as she drooled while sleeping. The more she looked at her features, the more familiar they looked. Finally, she cried out in surprise, "Shit! Is this Medea's daughter? When did she give birth to her baby without telling me!!!"

The silver-haired little girl who was taking a nap with her head supported by one arm opened her eyes and looked at Anna who was frantic with her big purple eyes.

He stretched out his paw and slapped the black-haired little girl's face. His chubby paw bounced back and forth on her plump little face. Perhaps he got tired of slapping her, so he cursed angrily:

"Idiot! This is her! Big liar!!!"

'Slurp~ Hey...'

The latter sucked his saliva, scratched his itchy face, turned over, hugged his bulging belly and continued to sleep.

Chapter 299 Look at you, you’re anxious again.

"Go, son!"

The mighty snow leopard was running quickly in the manor. Two small hands were grabbing its neck hair. A large group of cats and dogs followed behind it. Lillian was sitting on a big dog and cheering.

"You are sick! Let me go!"

The Demon Queen Kate hugged Medea's chubby waist tightly, fearing that she would be thrown away halfway. Although she couldn't hurt her, how embarrassing would that scene be? Didn't she have any dignity?

"Look at you, you're anxious again. Children should act like children. Hey, hey, hey, hey...Cheese, stop!"

With his ears grabbed, Medea could only command the snow leopard to stop.

Kate jumped off the snow leopard and smoothed the hem of her skirt, regaining her elegance and pinching Medea's cheek: "You still want to play, we don't know how long this will last."

"Oh, they said it was a special situation. I didn't know they would come in so many numbers and in such an orderly manner. The temptation to take them all away in one go was too great. I couldn't resist~"

Just as humans have their own wars, gods will naturally have their own wars, or the latter will at least end in a draw. Only the victory or defeat in a war between ordinary people will be meaningful, even saints are just slightly stronger ordinary people among them.

The method they had agreed upon at the beginning was to use Kate, the original species among the witches, to fuse with Medea for a short period of time. Both parties had a common bloodline, so this was relatively easy to achieve.

Witches have a natural advantage in controlling magic. In many cases, witches' opponents are restricted in using magic, because what is in your hands is yours, and your magic may not obey you when it is out of your hands.

What's more, he is the original who is closest to the bloodline of the Goddess of Magic. With the authority of Medea to become a god, his magic and rules are infinitely close to the true God who represents the essence.

1+1 has an effect greater than 2, and can be used as a trump card to compete with the forces behind the allies and force the other side to make concessions and retreat.

After all, when she reaches that state, even if she has to pay the same price for her action, she can really overturn the table.

It's like a grenade with the pull ring removed. You know it can only explode once, but you don't want it to explode in your face.

However, things did not develop as she had planned. More than expected, a third-party mediating force came out to take sides.

Taking sides may be infuriating in itself. After all, that group, together with the allied countries, covers almost 95% of the forces on the mainland, and the general trend cannot be changed.

Unfortunately, at that time, Medea was in the state of a grenade with the ring pulled. Her biggest problem was not that the power was not enough, but that the killing radius was not enough.