I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

Medea frowned and didn't ask any more questions.

This thing called Flesh and Blood Technology...is fair to every race and organization in this world that has a desire to explore.

Its origin comes from the technology samples developed by the exterminated dwarves. After the large-scale leakage of technology, there is no saying that one is more advanced than the other, and everyone is at the same starting line.

The industrial gap accumulated by the alliance over the years is too deep, and they see no hope of closing it. Investing more in this area than in industry is the only option they have.

Now it seems that they have indeed come up with a lot of new things, but I don’t know to what specific level they have reached.

Chapter 369 A mere fatal injury

After being unilaterally defeated by the alliance in the industrial field, they can either surrender and integrate into the big family of the industrial system and become a part of the circle.

Or they can overtake others and fill the combat power gap caused by industry in other aspects.

Flesh and blood technology is undoubtedly very suitable for those organizations and races with ambitions to try, because everyone's progress in this regard is almost the same, and they may have a chance to overtake.

This is really the case in reality. The alliance's technological level has not yet reached the point where it can modify gene fragments and make targeted adjustments.

It still depends more on Medea to use the strength of his own bloodline to artificially intervene in the direction of evolution like cultivating crops.

For example, if an evolutionary route in a certain direction is not desired, the corresponding experimental subjects will be destroyed in a centralized manner, and only the experimental subjects that do not have that direction will be retained for incubation and cultivation. Generation after generation of screening will make them meet Media's needs.

This is a very stupid method. Although it is correct, it wastes a lot of money. At the same time, the consumption of test samples is also astronomical. The Alliance military sent almost all the killed test subjects here, otherwise the project could not be maintained at all.

This thing is just like materials science, there is no shortcut at all. The only shortcut may be luck...

Either you rely on endless trial and error to screen, or you rely on your imagination, but there is no system either way.

But that was before. It is not completely like that now. At least for now, Media has developed an independent system.

In the future, when this original alien completes the transformation into a female queen, it will have the ability to reproduce, and if it can reproduce, it will form a lineage.

The Allied Forces’ previous red mist was a relatively shallow weapon application solution. It had a killing effect and even had the ability to control a certain number of zombie beasts.

However, the corpse beasts infected by the red fog did not have much potential for improvement and could basically only be used as cannon fodder, so they were generally abandoned by everyone later.

Now we see that this type of Behemoth is obviously a new research direction, which is to find better carriers for infection, as well as cross-fusion and hybridization to create more powerful individuals.

She has never doubted the creativity of various ethnic groups, but Medea believes that this path may really require the support of industrial technology.

After circling the corpse beast Behemoth several times in the closed room, the original alien launched a tentative attack. It quickly advanced on all fours and used its front claws as knives to slash at the huge head of the corpse beast, cutting off half of its neck.

It was just a fatal wound. The corpse beast Behemoth grabbed the alien that pounced on it without any reaction and wanted to tear it alive with his bare hands. However, the alien's nimble tail twisted his arm and he managed to escape.

It compared and revised its combat experience with the corpse beasts it had fought before, and the original alien gained an increasingly advantageous position in subsequent attacks and defenses.

The Behemoth Corpse Beast's huge size and strength advantage could not be fully utilized. Now its flesh was being torn apart unilaterally, and it was relying entirely on its vigorous vitality to hold on.

The original alien has an extremely sharp fighting instinct, and its physical evolution will be optimized towards the needs of combat. There is almost no creature in the biological world that is more perfect and pure than it.

The physical strength of both sides is around the ninth level when converted into the magic system, so it would not be surprising to see the appearance of holy-level corpse beasts or aliens in the future.

But they don't have magic to protect them.

What does it mean to be strong in physical quality? Of course, there is a natural weakness that is restrained, which is what every carbon-based creature is afraid of.

【fire】

The two are fighting fiercely in there now. In fact, if a flamethrower comes and sprays napalm, not even ashes will be left on them.

This fatal weakness may not be eliminated even if the flesh and blood technology advances two generations in the future. Even if it is eliminated, there are still missiles and artillery shells that can effectively kill through other means, such as kinetic energy, armor-piercing, close-range explosions, etc.

Anyway, as long as it is a carbon-based organism, its body will definitely be far below the tolerance limit of metal.

This is also the reason why Medea dared to create aliens. In the final analysis, she believed that no matter how terrifying or rebellious this thing was, it could be easily suppressed by technology.

As the original alien fiercely grabbed its heart and lungs, the corpse beast Behemoth weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye. Finally, Medea stepped forward to stop the alien's subsequent actions: "Let him go for now, your offspring needs it."

The original alien hesitated for a moment and retracted its attack, then let out a silent roar towards the sky to celebrate its victory.

The corpse-beast Behemoth was also imprisoned in place by magic, waiting for the day when the original alien would transform into the Alien Queen, and be used as a breeding ground for its offspring.

Brower looked at this scene and sighed, "I never thought that one day I would see such a scene, two creatures created by intelligent creatures fighting to the death~"

Medea shook her head: "Living beings have an innate obsession with creations, because each has its own imperfections, perhaps in their bodies, or in their lifespans. There are always things that they want but cannot do."

“So, creating a new creature that can make up for the shortcomings of one’s own race seems to be a new solution.”

"But this premise is for races like dwarves and goblins. They don't have much magical talent and need external forces to replace themselves, but other races should not have this need."

Brauer nodded: "A Saint-level magician can achieve a leap in life level reshaping from the inside out. The benefits of pursuing one's own strength are far greater than pursuing external forces."

Flesh and blood technology, or their current biological weapons route, has completely different consequences from the alliance's industrial technology.

In the industrial technology system, humans are still the most important participants in the social division of labor. But once biotechnology is ignited, humans will become a moving mass of energy supplements and spare parts on the physical level.

The lower the status of ordinary people, the more likely they are to become lower-level consumables in experiments. Even the most basic human dignity will not be guaranteed. They can only survive as a source of food and materials.

This future has a probability of happening. The general public has no ability to resist something as simple as a corpse beast, not to mention that as technological research advances, no one knows how many strange-looking corpse beasts will emerge.

Medea's alien is a military weapon specially designed to deliver targeted attacks to groups of corpse beasts. In the future, when there are more offspring of the original alien, she will be able to remotely control her offspring to track down the birthplace of the corpse beasts.

Looking at the original alien lying on the ground beside him, Medea thought for a moment and turned to Brauer and asked, "By the way, Brauer, do you have any traitors in your blood clan that you can lend me?"

"I will go to the Dragon Clan's residence to get a few long worms in a while."

Brower: "..."

Although Medea didn't say it, he quickly figured out what she was trying to do.

Chapter 370 "Poverty Area"

The more areas she visited, the more annoyed she became. The entire state of Pravan could be said to be rotten from top to bottom. Except for a few facade projects, there were few teams that were considered clean.

It’s not that she can’t accept that some people make small mistakes. Although they have made mistakes, they are generally not many. A warning can make them wake up and give them a chance to reform.

But there are always some people who take advantage of the chaos and become wild, and have no idea how to write the word death. In a village so poor that all roads are dirt roads except for the main road paved with cement, the institution building actually has six floors.

Once you walk out of the office building area and actually enter the village, the cement road turns into a bumpy muddy field with stagnant water and mud everywhere. Veronica's shiny women's wedge-heeled leather shoes are soon unwearable.

She waved her hand to stop the secretary from changing her shoes. She looked up at the simple houses built with earth bricks and wood around her. She looked back at the conspicuous office building in the distance with mixed feelings.

This is what it means to be rampant, to be reckless, and to look down on others from the bottom of your heart.

It is a clear sign that we stand out from the crowd and tell everyone who sees this building that we are different, not on the same level or even the same species.

You are nothing!

A head popped out of the window of a mud house. Seeing a strange woman standing outside, dressed in bright and stylish clothes, and a few familiar faces standing not far away, she suddenly thought of something and quickly opened the door and walked out:

'master?!'

Veronica's heart tightened. She turned around and saw a woman in plain clothes. The cold expression on her face immediately melted away. She walked forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow, stretched out her hands and held the other's rough palms:

"Hello, lady comrade. Who is the master you are talking about?"

After she finished speaking, she turned her head, and her eyes, like sharp blades, scraped across the faces of the village cadres whose faces changed drastically. She said in a gloomy tone, "I always thought that the title of master could only be seen in history textbooks, but I didn't expect it to still exist now~"

The woman turned her head and glanced at the group of village officials, who shrank their necks in fear. She looked at Veronica's gentle face and whispered, "No...no, I accidentally shouted the wrong thing."

She didn't say anything she shouldn't have said. This kind of master had come to visit the village more than once or twice. In the past, there were people who dared to report the situation boldly, and they still ate and drank as usual.

If they are in a good mood, they will make a few sarcastic remarks to the person who made the complaint. If they are in a bad mood, the person will be beaten up by unknown persons in the middle of the night. Over time, they become numb.

As long as they don't hold out hope, they won't be disappointed.

Veronica nodded slightly with a smile on her face, and sentenced all these people to death in her heart.

Since there is no specific target, it means all of them.

"Comrade, if you have any difficulties, please tell me. Maybe I can help you."

Veronica glared at him and he quickly changed his words: "Leader, we have investigated her case and distributed missing person notices in the surrounding villages, but there has been no progress so far..."

The woman was very disappointed after hearing the result. She murmured: "How could a healthy person suddenly disappear? He couldn't have run too far with a limp. I also looked around..."

Veronica listened quietly, and suddenly she thought of a question: why was it the woman in front of her who reported the case, instead of her uncle's child? Logically speaking, as a descendant, it is impossible for them to be so careless that they didn't even react when their father was missing.

She thought about it and turned to ask the director: "Has the family reported the case to the station?"

The director shook his head.

"Have they asked about the progress of the missing persons case?"

The director thought about it and shook his head again.

This matter was full of weirdness. Veronica pondered for a moment and said, "Send the idle police officers in the police station over. Let's go to his house."

As several police officers arrived, Veronica and others followed the instructions of the woman and her children to the home of her uncle's son.

The two mud houses were of a decent size, but with three sons and their wives and children living there, the space was very tight for more than a dozen people. The crying of children was incessant, accompanied by scolding and quarrels.

Following the woman's loud shout, the people in the mud house suddenly lowered their voices and stretched their heads to look over.

'Aunt, why are you here again to ask...'

Seeing a large group of strangers standing at the door, a middle-aged man who had just followed the sound stopped walking and talking, looked at the crowd hesitantly, with a little panic in his eyes.

Veronica raised her eyebrows when she saw his expression.

Chapter 371 Psykers

After the woman's introduction, everyone in the room quickly came out to greet them. Veronica carefully observed their expressions. No matter whether it was the men or the women, there was an unnatural look between their brows.

Veronica winked at her personal female bodyguard and glanced around. The female bodyguard immediately understood and quietly left the crowd.

The woman kept asking all kinds of questions, and the whole family responded absent-mindedly. It was obvious that this was not the first time they had answered the woman's questions, and they were very familiar with it.

Veronica looked around from time to time, she always felt that there was something she had overlooked.

It wasn't until she glanced across the yard again and saw the coffin placed at the foot of the wall next to the gate that a flash of lightning suddenly flashed through her mind and she asked softly, "Does our village have the custom of preparing coffins before the elderly die?" "Of course that was in the past. Now the whole country promotes cremation, and no place supports burial. Burial is illegal and has been cancelled."

Veronica had been looking at the family's reactions when she spoke. The younger-looking man's lips trembled when he heard the word "coffin".

Just then the female bodyguard hurried in, leaned over and whispered in Veronica's ear: "There is a locked room in the back, and the person is inside!"

Veronica's personal female bodyguard is not a traditional magician, but a psychic.

Many newborns in the Alliance every year possess excellent magical talents. In the past, such magical geniuses would slowly learn various magical skills through instruction.

In the subcontinent where elemental suppression is extremely strong, one can only learn skills and use various methods to compress the loss of magic power so that magic can achieve the greatest balance between magic power and power.