I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

The gentle smile that had always been on Claudia's face disappeared quietly, and a sharp cold light flashed in her eyes as she looked at the female mentor.

Being surrounded by a high-temperature fluid of over 800°, even if she was in the church headquarters, she would be disfigured if she didn't die. For a girl, this was more difficult to accept than death.

Although Helen... was not afraid of this, the female tutor was definitely not aware of this, which was enough to prove how cruel the other party was. She decided to pretend she didn't see it as long as no one died.

Seeing the magic circle being wrapped by magma, the timid girls covered their ears and closed their eyes, afraid of hearing Helen's shrill screams, but the reality was completely opposite to what they imagined.

"Ha...haha, hiss..."

The girl's skin and flesh, which were constantly baptized by the magma, rapidly changed color, shrank, and turned black and carbonized under the high temperature, but she seemed to have no sense of pain and was still laughing crazily. It was not until she took a mouthful of magma that burned her trachea that she stopped laughing and could only make a sound like leaking air.

Even the female instructor felt disgusted when watching this scene.

But soon, a golden light penetrated the flowing magma, and then endless dazzling golden light refracted and sucked the magma into Helen's body.

The exposed carbonized skin was regenerating at an incomprehensible speed, returning to its previous whiteness. The jawbone of the half-skull that had been crackling could also make sounds again:

"Holy! Holy!! Holy!!!"

Two wings of light made of flames appeared on Helen's back. A double-edged sword without a hilt emerged from her hand and slashed at the stunned royal female tutor.

"Qiang!"

The rigid ice shield she had previously developed to target the melee-oriented enemies of Saintia College was instantly split open with a long gash, but it still blocked the attack.

The hand that Helen was holding the sword was also holding the blade. The female mentor was not hurt, but she herself was covered in blood. However, there was no pain on her face. Instead, she looked more and more happy and crazy. She raised the long sword and slashed at the shield like a storm.

This unsystematic attack made the female instructor flustered and didn't know how to counter it. After all, even the one who was slashing didn't know what the other party would do next, let alone the opponent.

The shield was shattered during the block, and the sword edge brushed past the female mentor's sleeve and cut off the sleeve. The sharp energy scraped across her delicate skin, causing a slight scratch.

"what!!!"

A terrifying scream came from the female mentor's mouth, and a giant dragon made of lava flew out from the staff and knocked Helen away.

The female mentor stood there with her hands on the staff. In a moment, the wizard's robe was soaked with sweat and stuck to her body. Her originally beautiful face was now twitching, and the pain made her muscles spasm and tremble.

The crowd, who were originally dazed after Helen's rebirth from the ashes, vaguely guessed something and looked at Helen with horror.

I can’t say anything else, but the transfer of pain is definitely wrong, and it is one of the most hated negative states in the magical continent.

"Pooh!"

Helen, who had endured the fire dragon's attack, spat out a mouthful of blood casually, and stared at the female mentor with a pair of flaming pupils. The wings behind her flapped and her injuries healed in the blink of an eye. Except for the torn clothes that exposed the skin on her heart, there was no other injury.

In fact, after being baptized by the lava, there were only a few pieces of cloth left on her body. The only thing she had done without exposing herself was the holy light, which was no different from running naked.

She folded her wings and stepped barefoot on the gravel ground. The sharp gravel and rubble soon left her feet covered with scars.

But she seemed to enjoy this process very much. The blood dripping on the gravel emitted a faint golden glow, and a pair of eyes grew on the top of the wings behind her, looking at the female mentor without emotion.

Looking at Helen walking towards her, the female mentor subconsciously took two steps back, raising and lowering the staff in her hand several times, as if she was thinking about whether or not to release a spell to attack.

Chapter 357: Firing Two Guns Is More Cost-Effective

Claudia watched this scene and signaled to the other instructors guarding outside in her mind to block other people who might appear, including the dean of Saintia College and the president of the student union who was going to receive a new restraint bracelet.

I believe they will understand what she means and be "stopped" outside for a while.

Helen is a fanatic, but she is different from other fanatics. When she was young, she experienced an extremely serious fire. Her father was burned to death, her mother and sister were missing, and she herself was severely injured by the fire and only had a few breaths left.

She was unfortunate, but also lucky, because she met Mi Wei.

Thanks to Mi Wei's unsparing treatment and her strong will to survive, she managed to survive until the day she met Medea.

For most people, that kind of severe burn would almost certainly mean death, but she was young enough to have enough life potential overdrawn, and she also happened to be at a stage when Medea was exploring and experimenting with the limits of the power of faith. Due to many factors, she was lucky enough to survive.

Although she was neither human nor ghost at that time, she had to endure severe pain every moment of every day.

However, the technical information provided by the corpse beast gave her the opportunity to transform. If the essence of blood and flesh is used too much, it will cause physical desires to cover up spiritual intelligence, and then cause the body to change deformed in the direction it needs.

But a small dose of the essence combined with strong willpower can serve as an excellent tonic for repairing a damaged body. However, among the same batch of voluntary disabled patients, only she survived the critical period, and all other samples failed.

Within the alliance, the essence of flesh and blood is still a top-grade contraband item and will not be used unless absolutely necessary. It still needs to be further improved.

Although the physical damage was eventually repaired, there are still some sequelae.

Her physical desires and mental abnormalities caused by years of pain and torture have made her thoughts and thinking somewhat different from those of ordinary people. She needs a special suppressor to reduce the sensitivity of her five senses, and the church's spiritual comfort to reduce the probability of her getting sick.

It is even more normal for her to become a fanatic. Her life was snatched back from the hands of the god of death by the Pope and the Vice Pope. The power of faith spans two dimensions and has a very strong assimilation ability.

Even a criminal would become a devout believer if he was baptized directly by divine power for many years, not to mention a little girl like her who had a strong worship for both.

As the number of Medea's followers explodes, her power is also undergoing subtle changes. Fanatics, who devote themselves wholeheartedly, are naturally favored by her power, and are also affected by it, undergoing unknown changes.

Now she can perhaps not be simply called a fanatic, but a saint. Her special ability is not pain transfer, but an amplification of the senses at a spiritual level.

Only those who have experienced the deepest despair in pain can devote absolute devout faith to miracles.

She worshipped Medea madly, and was even happier for her joy and even angrier for her anger. Her worship could also be transmitted to the people around her, making them consciously or unconsciously influenced by her.

Pain is also a kind of sense. The pain of being burned by magma really affected her, and she could feel it clearly. But this was not the first time she had endured such pain. She experienced joy from the pain.

But the female tutor obviously had not reached this level. Even a small scratch would be affected by Helen's accumulated pain. No matter how much pain she caused to Helen, it would be passed back to her as long as she was hurt.

This pain will accumulate infinitely with the female mentor's attacks. The longer the battle lasts and the more times Helen is injured, the heavier the cumulative pain will be.

Even if the female mentor only used her staff to hit Helen on the head, the pain from Helen's counterattack would still make the female mentor feel excruciatingly painful.

In fact, she really did so. She dodged Helen's stabs in a hurry. Even though her staff was chopped into holes, she was unwilling to kill her like before. She only used various compound magic to limit Helen's space for maneuver.

But Helen saw that she was so timid when being beaten, so she just ran into whatever the female instructor put down, and then hit the female instructor on the butt with a sword.

The earth-shattering cry of "Ah" like a pig being slaughtered resounded throughout the academy, and many cats that were being fed were so scared that they ran away.

To be frank, the female instructor felt as if she had seen something too breasty when she was slapped lightly. She ran around on the ground crying, holding her buttocks. The leading instructor of the Holy Magic Academy, who was one of the referees, looked at this scene and didn't know what to do.

You said the scene was bloody, but it wasn't. Helen was the one who was most seriously injured. The female tutor was fine, with only a few scratches on her body.

Even if it was a spell of pain transfer, theoretically it shouldn't hurt much given the low intensity of the fight between the two, so he was not sure whether to call a halt.

What if this is a trick by the female instructor to lower the opponent's vigilance? So I'd better take a closer look.

The dean’s lazy voice suddenly came to Claudia’s mind:

"Just tell Helen that it's enough. We need to dodge the attacks that need to be avoided. If we continue to consume a large amount of energy, we will be torn to pieces by the believers in the capital."

"Oh no, I really don't want to see the old bark face of the Archbishop of the Holy Light Cathedral. It's so ugly when he cries."

The one who spoke was the lustful villain Fenica. Ever since she knew that Medea was going to build the largest women's college, she had done everything she could to get the position of honorary dean by acting cute, coquettish and naughty. She died in the kingdom of women and never wanted to leave.

No matter what, Fenica is a genuine demigod. Having her in charge will bring more benefits than disadvantages, so Medea just let her do what she wants.

Well, compared to the possible terrorist attacks, being bullied a little shouldn't be a big deal, right? (bushi)

The church blessing ceremonies established in various states by Media inadvertently laid a good foundation for later new church practitioners.

The large-scale blessing and purification ceremonies in each state consume the power of faith of believers accumulated monthly in various places. It has long been no secret that the blessing ceremony can lay a healthy foundation for newborns in the state, but the degree of blessing varies from state to state.

In general, it is determined by the remaining faith pool in the state. The more abundant it is, the better the effect will be. If the demand cannot be met, only the most basic blessings can be obtained.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is the most important thing in the eyes of every state’s ruling team.

Because it concerns the future of every state, but it is not easy to increase the accumulation of faith, so they have to find ways from other places.

If you can't increase revenue, then cut costs, recruit more medical practitioners to solve the disasters and diseases of ordinary citizens, try to reduce the extra energy consumed by illness in prayer ceremonies, and naturally there will be excess energy for strengthening.

In addition, in the future, the Church of Holy Light will inevitably move across the ocean in large numbers along with the output of the Alliance, and the gap will become larger and larger.

Therefore, if a family has a daughter who is admitted to Santia University, the doorstep of the house will usually be visited by neighbors, and even distant relatives will come to ask about their well-being, as this is a real, stable job.

Moreover, the power of faith can not only bestow blessings, but also has many other uses. For example, a saint like Helen who is almost out of her physical body can be almost immortal as long as the power of faith can provide her with it.

It is this loss that makes the people of the state cry uncontrollably, although the power of faith provided by Helen's daily service to the statue is more than enough to support her such efforts, and the waste is not for others.

But it’s heartbreaking to see such huge consumption!

Beating this little jerk will cost you your life. If you really can't do it, just tell us. As long as you open your mouth, we will kill her with two shots. Isn't that more cost-effective?

Chapter 358: College students are amazing! Damn it!

Flowers are dotted around and lights are swaying.

The room is decorated with glass and marble as the main materials, giving people a sense of elegance and dignity. The old man is lying on the soft big bed with his waist wrapped in a bath towel, naked, and two beautiful women in thin clothes are serving him closely and orderly beside him.

A man in a black suit, led by a servant, walked nearby and waited respectfully.

Half an hour later, the two women reached out and slowly helped the old man up. One of them gently tore off the care mask on his face, and her soft and boneless hands wandered over his face and patted it gently.

This facial mask is the top-quality specialty of the Elf Free Trade Zone. Different from ordinary products pressed by the Alliance's industrial machines, it is made from rare and precious natural plant essences and silk floss extracted and tanned. One mask is worth a fortune and is in short supply.

In the past, this was a royal special product, and it is still the case now. Most of them have been collected and preserved by Anna, and only a few will enter the market.

After finishing the facial treatment, the two women continued to massage his shoulders. The old man felt relaxed all over. He opened his eyes and looked at his men not far away: "How is it going?"

The man bowed respectfully and replied: "My lord, everything went smoothly, but there were some flaws in the handling of the aftermath, and the body was washed ashore prematurely."

"fine."

He stood up from the bed and said, "Whoever doesn't handle it well will be sent to reincarnation. Hahahaha."

After saying that, he turned around and smiled at the two beauties. The beauties lowered their heads and smiled, then took him to the bathroom.

Best Club

The largest private club in the state capital of Pravan is located on the top three floors of the 22-story capital center commercial plaza.

Ficagia, wearing a pink women's suit, took the elevator to the top floor under the escort of many bodyguards. Several armed guards at the elevator door saluted respectfully.

Ficajia glanced at it without any expression. This was the property of their Best family, and these were her slaves. What was there to care about?

After passing the elevator guard and entering the door, you can hear exciting music and the bright lights illuminate the entire space, making it look more spacious and elegant.

The decoration here is very exquisite, and every piece of furnishings is very design-conscious, simple yet not simplistic.

The high-quality sofas are comfortable and soft, and you feel like you are in a luxurious villa. The waiters are dressed in formal attire and greet guests with a smile. There is a wide variety of high-end drinks. From the window of the bar, you can enjoy the dazzling night view of the city. The buildings scattered around are covered with glass-like light under the night sky, which is intoxicating.

From time to time, you can see handsome men and beautiful women in uniform suits walking through the crowd. They are always ready to meet all the needs of the guests. The meticulous service and gorgeous and luxurious decoration allow people to fully enjoy the beauty and colorful life.

Ficagia was wearing high heels and looking at the revelry crowd below. From the corner of her eye she saw a security guard standing guard at the center stage. With his handsome features, tall figure and tight suit, he exuded an abstinence-like aura.

Her eyes flickered and she came to the other person. She stretched out her finger and pressed the nameplate on the other person's chest, with a smile in her eyes: "New here?"

The security guard looked at the middle-aged woman in front of him making advances towards him with some displeasure in his eyes, but after seeing clearly what she was wearing and what she looked like, he immediately remembered the various information that the manager had sent him before, and he immediately realized her identity.