I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

The difference is that the young people blocking the door and holding guns all come from the Union Army Academy, as well as a few National Defense Universities and the Armored Officers Academy, all of which are key military academies of the Union without exception.

They formed three professional rows of guns and pointed their guns indifferently at the noble children who were holding banners and wanted to go out to protest, as well as some ordinary children who were dissatisfied with the situation.

'What on earth do you want to do! Parade is a sacred right granted to citizens by the Union! No Union organization may stop it!'

'Yes! Why don't you let us go out? Why do you seize our property? Why do you arrest our relatives? What have we done wrong?'

'That's right! You've gone too far! We want to let everyone see the injustice of the alliance!'

"What did we do wrong that you guys are pointing guns at us?"

Facing the excited students, the student union president headed by the military academy said indifferently: "We are just ordinary citizens and are not bound by the regulations. Stopping you is just our own personal wish."

"On the contrary, you all have extraordinary family backgrounds~"

'You are wrong! My mother said that no matter what our appearance is, no matter whether our language and habits are the same, no matter whether our families are different, we all have the same blood and we are fighting for the same ideals!'

'Why do we have to distinguish between you and me?'

"..."

"No matter what you say, if you dare to take a step outside the school gate, only the end will greet you."

"If you have the guts, just shoot! I don't believe you dare to do such a thing that would anger the heavens and the people."

"My children are right! If you have the guts, kill me too. I still don't believe that there is no law in this world!"

"preparation!"

"Back off! Don't push us!"

The crowd continued to walk out holding banners, making a lot of noise, and under the guidance of their mentor, they looked ready to die.

The president closed his eyes, raised his arm and swung it down. Suddenly, gunshots rang out. When the gunshots subsided, there was no figure standing at the door anymore. The white banner covered the densely packed broken corpses like a white flag.

At the same time, the campus became chaotic.

The young people who did not get out, stimulated by great fear, gave evidence against each other and identified their classmates with better families, who were tried by the National Society quickly set up in the school.

Two days later

Soke, who was released from the cell, stood in a daze at the school gate, watching a group of people crying and searching for their children among the pile of corpses that had already begun to stink.

He didn't need to look for her, because his daughter's body had been turned out and thrown aside casually. The broken and messy body was full of blood holes, and one of the eyes on the half-broken head still had confusion and fear in it.

The young and tender body was mostly naked, and he left this world in an extremely undignified manner.

"Nino..."

He numbly collected his daughter's body and blankly hugged his crying hysterical wife. He didn't react much until he found his wife committing suicide by cutting her wrists in the bathtub.

He just silently put his daughter into the coffin and continued to process his wife's funeral. Then he took the two coffins and set out on the road of exile.

--

"Uh..."

Soke rubbed his forehead and sat up from the bed. He seemed to remember something and reached behind him subconsciously, but he grabbed nothing. The fear deep in his heart awoke again, and his whole body began to tremble slightly.

He felt that his mind was very messy and he always felt that he had forgotten something important.

"What on earth is this..."

Click..

"Good morning, my husband. Why did you get up so early today?"

The door was pushed open and a young woman walked in from outside. She greeted him gently, and her beautiful big eyes looked at him with a hint of attachment.

"Garona?!"

Soke jumped off the bed and hugged the other person tightly, as if he wanted to rub the other person into his body and merge them together.

'What's wrong with you? I can't breathe...'

"Sorry, by the way! Where's Nino?"

"Hmm, he should still be sleeping... Hey!!!"

Soke half-hugged the woman and ran towards the room in his memory amid her screams. He broke open the door and stood still.

"Hmm...let me sleep a little longer. Ah!"

Sok held the two tightly in his arms, buried his head in his wife's neck and sniffed greedily. "Let me hold you again, even if it's only for a moment, just for a moment."

'What's up, Sok?'

"No...it's okay. I just missed you guys."

His daughter Nino reached out and pushed his head, saying disdainfully: "Hey, why don't you two just do this kind of thing?"

"Okay, but we can't keep going like this. The servants should have prepared the meal. We should go eat now."

"it is good..."

Sok secretly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, put a smile on his face, followed the force of his wife's hand, walked out of the room and went downstairs.

Walking up the spiral staircase covered with luxurious carpets towards the dining room, they saw the couple's servants bowing respectfully along the way, lowering their heads so as not to look them in the face or offend them.

In the restaurant, he and his wife seemed to have endless things to talk about, and from time to time he would tease his daughter who was a little grumpy when she woke up.

Everything was exactly as he remembered. This was the scene he had dreamed of returning to countless times.

"I'm full now. I'm going to school~"

Nino stretched contentedly and said

'Bang! '

There was a crisp sound, and the spoon in Soke's hand fell into the bowl.

Looking at his wife's red dress and his cute daughter, his eyes turned red and the scene around him began to become distorted and blurred.

"My dear husband, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

In this unclear world, Garona's gentle voice continued to reach him. Soke's eyes were filled with tears and his lips could not help but tremble:

"Garona, little Nino, I'm so sorry that I can't be with you in your last moments. I really don't want to..."

The daughter looked up at him in confusion: "What's wrong, father, where are you going?"

Soke's eyes flashed back to scenes of his past with his wife and daughter. He put the ring on his wife's finger with his own hands and lived a warm and happy life.

He still remembers what his daughter looked like when she was born. He held his crying daughter in his arms and comforted her even though she peed on him. He then ran around the room with a towel, chasing his daughter whose hair was covered in water stains.

He watched the little girl grow up little by little, becoming a graceful and elegant lady, smiling and tilting her head to look at him:

[I want to be like my father in the future! Become a great magician! Let my family be glorious because of me! ]

"Am I going anywhere? Of course not."

"You are the ones who left me!"

Soke cried out in despair. His warm home shattered into countless pieces and fell into darkness. In the darkness, a strange voice mixed with that of a man and a woman sounded in his ears:

【What is hope? It is a kind of eternal control. 】

On the dark church stone bridge, Sok, who was lying on the ground, began to tremble violently. Countless threads formed by black thorns flowed out from the sword behind him, wrapping him into a furry ball.

Hope is a lie, a trap, and a chain that weakens you.

Countless thorny threads in the sphere pierced Sok's body, and his armor and flesh dissolved rapidly inside, while also regenerating at an extremely fast speed.

DNA was broken down and reshaped, triple helix DNA chains were rapidly generated, and his outer muscles began to grow again in the most perfect form.

The pain that penetrated deep into his bones and crushed his body inch by inch made Sok howl, but the fully enclosed thorn-spike helmet formed by the twisted statue of the Father formed on his face, isolating his voice from the outside world.

The previous environment dug up his dusty memories and recreated a false and beautiful dream, giving him a clear cognition. He watched his hopes shattered, and made him step by step from hope into the deepest despair.

The pain in his heart made him unable to extricate himself, and the perfect transfer offset the unbearable mental pain in his body.

[Your past is a prison, your memory betrays you, but your destiny is still in your hands. ]

[Despair, anger, revenge. You have sacrificed enough, accept my gift.]

【Stand up, embrace the pain, embrace the miracle. 】

【Let time prove it for us. 】

Chapter 441 Eternal Prison

【Embrace the pain, embrace the miracle. 】

Breathtaking

It is always said that certain kinds of pain are cruel and inhumane, but the changes that happened to Soke this time perfectly embodied the meaning of this word.

The Seris Alliance's transformation of the Redemption Legion warriors is still at the stage of reshaping external muscles. Although the warriors after the successful transformation have physical fitness far exceeding that of ordinary humans, it is still within the scope of human understanding.

The existence of Sok can be selected to completely dissolve his body into the most primitive materials, leaving only bones and neural networks, and then start again from strengthening the bone density, and then to strengthening the cell DNA, nerves and blood vessels, and muscle groups layer by layer.

Medea didn't know how Sok, who had complete perception, could endure such pain, but he did.

The large black cocoon was broken, and the arm that stretched out from it was knotted with muscles. The cold-glowing bone-like material fit perfectly on the back of the hand like a layer of bone armor, winding up along the arm and sinking into the cocoon.

The big hands tore open the big callus, and the transformed Sok, who was nearly 2.2 meters tall, crawled out of it. His steel-cast and iron-cast flesh seemed extremely oppressive. The original armor had truly become a part of his body, fitting tightly with his solid muscles, which not only did not affect its function but also became more flexible.

A distorted image of the Holy Father appeared in the center of the pointed thorn hat on his head, and the long sword in his hand turned into an exaggerated two-handed sword.

[You cannot make a sound, your body will never decay, and the other side of the dream will never open for you. ]

[The body will be the eternal prison of your soul. ]

He raised his head, the silver mask covering his face outlined a painful expression, he held the greatsword upside down, the blade rubbing against the stone slab and cutting a winding sword mark, his speed was getting faster and faster, the Alliance alloy spine that was integrated into his body behind him made a slight sound and began to exert force, and he swung the greatsword up from the ground.

His figure also followed the force of the giant sword and stabbed straight at the skull of the Holy Mother Jiao Rong, where her brain was exposed.

Medea held his chin and watched the two monsters fighting on the screen. With the blessing of the special existence, Sok's body had completely absorbed the various potions injected into his body by the Alliance Science Department. At the same time, it also integrated the painful miracles of the special existence. His fighting power has become unpredictable.

Judging from the expressiveness, he seems to be no stronger than the demigods of the main world, but the rules of the two worlds are in conflict, and the magic demigods of the main world are just like that in the other world. The damage is far less than what Sok's plain slashing has brought to Mother Jiao Rong.

Moreover, Soke's fighting style was completely reckless, and he continued to inflict damage on Jiao Rong Holy Mother by exchanging injuries for injuries.

According to her observation, after Sok's body was injured, there was a certain amount of energy in it that was constantly recovering his injuries. Combined with the words she overheard, perhaps Sok could really achieve the level of physical immortality.

Her fingers tapped unconsciously on the table as she began to think over the pros and cons of this intrusion.