I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

Medea touched his aching temple and said, "Stop reading. I seem to hear the sound of gold coins falling into the sea."

Isa has indeed exploded and smashed a lot of equipment. After all, prototypes are something that only those who know about them know about. Basically, they are semi-finished products with some problems, but no one knows until the problems arise.

And the product's extreme performance also needs to be tested. Explosion and dropping are Elsa's job, and that's what she does.

The valuable data that can be obtained from every explosion and crash before mass production will save countless lives of Alliance members after the equipment is mass-produced in the future.

The Alliance's weapons and equipment of the same era and technological strength are 20% to 30% or even 50% better in performance than the same equipment on Earth in the previous life. In addition to the additional blessing of magic technology, super-individual test pilots like Elsa have made an indelible contribution.

It would have been very difficult for test pilots in previous lives to achieve this. After all, the human body has limits and is fragile, and they can only test data within an tolerable range. The limits have to be extrapolated and demonstrated.

A superorganism like Elsa doesn't have these problems. She can really drive things to pieces to test the practical limits of the equipment, and can pinpoint exactly which component starts to have problems.

Of course, this costs...

All we can say is that using tangible money to insure intangible assets that have not had any accidents will always result in ugly data on the books, and it is normal and difficult to accept.

Shirleya pressed herself against Medea's arm and said, "Oh, oh, oh, as long as you don't bring her back, I'll do whatever you want."

"I've grown up, in every way."

Pushing away the little mouth that was breathing into her ear, Medea said disdainfully: "Okay, you bean sprout, just wait a few more years."

"What! Bean sprouts..."

Shirleya felt as if she was struck by lightning and looked at Medea in disbelief, as if to say how could such cold words come out of your 36.2° mouth? She was a solid B+, so she couldn't be considered a little...right?

'Ahem. '

Anna, who was sitting on the other side of Medea, suddenly coughed twice, attracting Shirleya's attention. She folded her arms across her chest and closed her eyes, seemingly unintentionally. Her tall figure supported by her arms made a deep groove appear at the neckline of the loose and conservative dress she had specially chosen.

"Ah..." Shirleya looked at Anna, then looked at herself, and fell on Medea's thighs with a plop, her soul seemed to float out of her little mouth.

Medea patted her little head and said, "Don't be so cute, let's talk business first."

'Oh. '

Sitting up again, Shelia showed a rare serious look on her face: "No magic!"

"Ok?"

Xue Liya said in frustration: "I don't have any magic power at all. Without the support of magic elements, the spell will dissipate very quickly. At the moment the magic is formed, I have to keep supplying magic to maintain the property change."

"According to my estimation, if I use my own stored magic power, my combat performance in outer space may not be as good as a level 9 magician on the ground."

Shirleya had no reason not to be frustrated. Witches were natural darlings of magic, but there were no magical elements in outer space, which meant that their most feared talents of other races became useless. And it was not entirely because she felt uncomfortable because she could not use her talents, but more because she felt psychologically that she had lost an invisible confidant.

It has been said before that witches are the darlings of magic, the magic elves. This is not only reflected in their talent for controlling magic, but also in their natural status as elemental kings. Witches are not immortal, but they are definitely the most difficult race to kill.

Because the elements will be happy when the witch is happy, they will be violent when the witch is angry, and regional elements will go out of control when the witch dies. In the sea of ​​elements, their fluctuations are like lighthouses, guiding other witches to quickly locate and rescue witches in crisis.

If the Elemental Holy Spirits are treated like the children of the magical elements, then the Witch Clan is a closer mother figure.

Medea was not surprised at all to hear the news. Instead, she looked as if her idea had been confirmed.

"That's good, Anna, you can send a notice to the Third Academy of Sciences to officially launch the Sun Chaser Project."

Anna opened her eyes and nodded: "I understand, Your Majesty." Then she operated the communicator to send the command authorization code.

To put it bluntly, the Daily Plan is a plan to gradually replace general energy with electric energy. In the future, magic crystal energy will be classified as a strategic material and its circulation will be subject to certain controls.

However, this is a long-term plan, and the progress will start in units of ten years, which will not have much impact on society.

And because the foundation laid in the field of magic technology and the supporting electrical needs are generally common, energy conversion is not a difficult point for the alliance. The most difficult part may be the habits of the people.

At the same time, the Sun-Chasing Plan also has a common project with aerospace, which is to obtain electricity from outer space. Rockets will be used to send solar panels to a specific orbit to form a large photovoltaic array around the sun to obtain electricity in space. The electricity is then converted into microwaves and transmitted back to the ground phased array for reception, and then converted into direct current for use.

Compared with photovoltaic panel arrays set up on the ground, there will be no weather obstructions or any obstacles in outer space. According to calculations, the power generation capacity will be ten times that of ground equipment, that is, one kilowatt. Even after deducting the loss of transmission conversion, it is still a huge fortune.

By using phased arrays to directionally enhance and amplify microwave power, inputting electricity through space is not a difficult problem.

'Why aren't you surprised?'

Compared to the unclear Sun Chaser Plan, Shelia was more puzzled by her reaction to the fact that magic could not be used in outer space. This news was definitely not good news for the entire witch clan.

"Surprised? Actually, a little bit, but I was mentally prepared earlier than you."

Medea played with the tassels hanging from the bracelet on her wrist and explained, "I was thinking about this question when I learned that our group evolved from all races to create new members of the same race."

"What's the problem?"

"Perhaps the Goddess of Magic disappeared at the very beginning of the birth of life, or maybe she is the origin of life on this planet beneath our feet. All things are her bloodline. She is us, and we are her."

"No matter if they are flying beasts or intelligent creatures, as long as they can use magic, they are all her children... Our original witch should be the one who got the most blood in this evolution."

"That's not right. In our traceability certification, the original witch and the magic goddess should be the same person."

Mitia raised a faint smile at the corner of her lips: "This actually makes sense, because the original witch has the highest total blood volume, so the source will naturally and only be traced back to her, just like finding a fixed coordinate in the ocean. The more conspicuous it is, the more suitable it is."

"But these are not the only reasons that made me think of this. The biggest factor is..."

Mitia pointed to the vehicle they were riding in: "When I first started tinkering with industrial science, I always felt that my system was an outsider."

"But with the continuous progress of our science, the steady advancement of theory and application, it is too similar to the environment I imagined before. For example, the laws of operation of all things in the world are highly consistent, and there are abundant reserves of coal and crude oil."

"Compared to science, magic is more like an outsider, because you can find that if there is no magic in this world, it will not undergo any subversive changes, nor will it be irreplaceable."

Seeing that Shelia was still a little confused, Mitia continued, "Let me give you a simple example of science. The essence of making fire by drilling wood together is that friction generates heat until the combustible material ignites and then produces flames. Science has recorded this law and can trace it back to the microscopic level of elementary particles."

"Science tells us that there is nothing that is incomprehensible. Everything has its basic conditions. If we don't discover it, it's either because we haven't learned enough or because our methods are wrong. But science is essentially the systematic study and application of nature."

"And magic..."

"Snap!"

Medea snapped her fingers, and a fireball floated in the carriage out of thin air. The color of the fireball kept changing, and the temperature inside was also increasing and decreasing rapidly.

"How was this fireball formed?"

'Magical elements?'

"Yes, it is the magic element, but where does the magic element come from? Why is magic only available on the existing continent and not in the ocean? Why is it that even if the artificial island is connected to the main continent, it is still an elementally barren land?"

"Over the years, countless demigods have appeared one after another, and countless true gods have been destroyed by me. However, the total amount of magic elements has never changed. It has neither increased nor decreased."

"At my level, I can't increase the production of magic elements in a targeted manner, but I can expand the total amount and application areas of faith energy, so I was thinking."

"If one day I disintegrate myself and give back to this world, then perhaps this planet will become a world where everyone can use divine power."

Chapter 451 Borrowing Luck

Medea's expression was a little complicated. Whether her self-collapse would allow everyone in this world to cast divine spells was a question that would never be answered, because she would not be able to do that.

No matter what the other party was thinking, it did not prevent her from respecting the goddess she had never met.

The theory of magical bloodline may have even greater disadvantages than technology, after all, it really has the ability to solidify class.

But misfortunes often bring blessings. Haven't you seen that many emperors with great talent and strategy fell into stupidity in the last years of their lives? Because they had no time left, and had too many ambitions that they had not had time to realize, they could only try their best to increase their speed, but ultimately, the excess sowed the seeds of their country's demise.

What a huge ship needs most is a pilot

The history of the peak emperors of the ancient dynasties in the past can ultimately be summed up in one motto: the one who can defeat yourself is definitely yourself, not others.

Living an inappropriate life will cause big problems, and living a short life will also cause big problems.

There are too many policy plans that are planned to last for decades or even centuries, and only with continuous investment can we see results little by little. But few people can really wait until the day when the policy bears fruit.

It is normal to be impatient for quick success and instant benefits, because time can wait, but you cannot.

Her current state is probably the ideal state that countless emperors in ancient and modern times have dreamed of in their midnight dreams. She has plenty of time to transform the country into her ideal state bit by bit.

There is no need to worry about the issue of offspring, no need to consider whether one needs children who can inherit one's ideas, no need to pin one's hopes on future generations, and no need to worry that after one's death the nobles will have too much power and that one's heirs will have difficulty convincing the public.

And she doesn't have to worry about these things, because in the final analysis, it all depends on the blessing of the Magic Goddess.

Fortunately, the Magic Goddess has a share of the dual throne in the Church of Holy Light, so the world will not completely forget her.

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'snort...'

Su Chen got up from the ground and touched the back of his head which was swollen: "Fuck, I got knocked unconscious again."

[Why do you say that again? I have to say that you, a useless host, do have some advantages. Your sleep quality is really good. You fall asleep as soon as you lie down.]

The system sneered in his mind

He really made this host very angry. You can't say that he is a loser, but you can say that he is a bit smart. At least he understands what he should understand, but he is always easy to trust others and then be ambushed.

After the Cemetery of Peaks was transformed into a doomsday paradise by Medea, Su Chen did not stay there for long and prepared to go to other places to look for new opportunities. Halfway up the mountain, he ran into Soke, who had been waiting for a long time and was still thinking about traveling with someone.

Although Soke's appearance has changed a lot, it doesn't matter to Su Chen. After all, he is a soul-transmigrating kid. If something like this has already happened, what else could be more bizarre than this? As long as he is still the familiar big brother inside, it's fine.

And the fact that Sok has become so powerful is a great help to him. At least his ideas are easier to implement.

But he had never expected that in Sok's eyes, he was no different from trash, so...

Looking at his cousin who was chatting with him and didn't mind his change in appearance at all, Soke's eyes flashed with determination. He took advantage of the man's inattention and swung his sword with great force to knock him unconscious. The system's automatic defense was of no use at all.

Whether it is the special existence or the residual energy of Medea in Sok's body, they are not something that the small system that has not yet developed can deal with.

Moreover, Soke had no intention of killing, and the system was reluctant to waste a lot of energy to buy time for Su Chen to be warned, so Su Chen fell asleep again.

Soke's idea is actually very simple. He believes that the level of strength that has erupted on this continent is no longer something that someone like Su Chen, who is not much stronger than an ordinary cannon fodder soldier, can stay.

Su Chen also has a certain position in his heart. Soke's body has now undergone all-round transformation and evolution by the two. In essence, he has become a local extraordinary creature and can vaguely sense that there are many very difficult monsters on the land under his feet.

So he simply found a way to send him out of this continent and send him to a marginal continent that he felt was much weaker, where neither the Church of Holy Light nor Notre Dame had any tentacles. Perhaps this would allow Su Chen to successfully survive the three-way melee.

'Are you awake?'

A voice rang out, startling Su Chen. He drew out the gun from his waist and pointed it at the source of the voice: "Who! Who's there!"

'I saved you'

In the shadow of the campfire, a pair of bloodshot eyes looked at Su Chen and slowly walked out of the darkness. With the help of the firelight, Su Chen could see that the other person had long black hair and looked at him sternly.

"Thank you for saving my life. Where is this place? What is your name?"

Su Chen scratched his head. He was not able to make a bonfire when he was asleep. Without help from others, he might become a snack for the wolves.

'Eric'

After saying this, he stood up and looked up at the dark moon in the sky: "This is Nova Island. It used to be my hometown. I miss it, but it now only exists in my dreams. Pollution has destroyed my most precious things. Now I prefer to call it Prisoner Island."

"Prisoner Island..."