Release that Witch

After reaching this conclusion, Roland was relieved a little.

With the same level of combat power, the devil does not surpass the operational effectiveness of conventional hot weapons. At a distance of 500 to one kilometer, machine guns and artillery are enough to smash all standing enemies, and the spear attack is obviously not suitable for warfare. It takes three to five seconds for Magic Stone to take effect. As long as the bullet capacity keeps up, the madman won't even have a chance to throw a spear.

This means that at least on the frontal battlefield where the two armies meet, human beings absolutely have the power of a war.

"If you were born in Takira, how good," Aegusa looked at Roland's arms and sighed. "The average person in the fertile plains is more than a hundred times more expensive than the gray castle. The same is true for witches. If everyone has a long gun in their hands." Perhaps the devil has already rolled back to where they came from."

Roland smiled, but he didn't think so.

After all, more than four hundred years ago, it was the witch-dominated empire. Suppose there is a weapon that allows mortals to have the power to transcend the witch. The high-level federation will readily accept its existence. In any era, the witches are all a minority who have lost all their way from the glory to the fertile plains. There are also thousands of human beings, but thousands of witches, and ordinary people who have been oppressed for a long time will be willing to embark on the battlefield. Once the power is reversed, the disintegration of the ruling class will inevitably lead to civil strife, and the idea of ​​fighting for human survival will be extremely vague even after the awakening of nationalism, not to mention that a group of people who live a slavery can possess such lofty Ideal.

Of course, these words will not be spoken in public. Ai Gesha is only a researcher at the Quest Society, and it is better not to let her involve political affairs.

After the injury test, Anna cut off the devil's limbs again and put it into the iron cage.

"Is this so good?" Ai Gesha asked.

Roland shook his head. "Today, I will be here for the time being, and I will carry out a trauma test tomorrow morning."

"what is that?"

"Testing the devil's ability to resist shots, as well as the effects of chemical drugs, madness pills, and dream water," he said. "Yes, the composition of the red fog also lets Lucia try to separate and see what can be gained." ""

Unfortunately, the devil can not be reared for a long time, or there will be Nana's healing ability, and only a small amount of devil samples can get more comprehensive data.

Ai Gesha yawned, "As you like, but I need two witch assistants to make the seal, and the materials must be prepared in advance. Once the devil dies, the blood can't last too long, so it's better to be in it. When I was alive, I began to dissolve the stone of God's punishment." She paused. "Right, what kind of imprint do you want to make?"

"As long as the magic stone is enough, can any one be made?"

"Of course," she nodded. "Failure doesn't consume the stone itself, it makes me at most... No, nothing."

Roland raised his eyebrows, "What do you want?"

"Don't care, it's just a mistake," Ai Gesha grinned. "At most, you lose some ordinary materials."

Seeing the other side don't want to talk anymore, he didn't continue to ask, "Let me study the "Magic Stones" first, and tell you the answer tomorrow morning."

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Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Itis Kant stood by the window, and the city merchants who looked at the night often said that candlelight means wealth, and the brighter the place after night, the richer it is. She thought that the brightly lit scene would only be seen at the pub or theater in the inner city of Wangdu, but here she knew what it was called Changming Changming.

This is the case on the south bank of the Chishui River.

Looking from afar, the shore is lit up, but it is not the orange-red light from the bonfire, but a soft yellow light, stable and bright, as if it is a layer of spun yarn.

Under such illumination, the entire factory area will produce a variety of goods at night without stopping. They call them industrial products.

A steam engine is one of them.

The afternoon visit made Itis feel an indescribable shock. This kind of shock is far more than the battlefield killing or something else... Even the so-called abolition of the land-breaking order can not be compared.

When she walked into the factory and saw a piece of rough iron ingot being rubbed off the corner by a spinning wheel, and then the hole was screwed out of the hole, the gaze was immediately attracted. Especially at the end, when the iron blocks filled with oil and debris are washed and turned into sparkling parts, there is a new sense of beauty.

In the roar of the machine, the hard material is processed into different shapes, and then combined in a unique way, you can exercise yourself. What a wonderful power.

The factory's ground was filled with sewage, metal debris everywhere, and noise and humid air, not a wonderful place, and Isis spent an afternoon.

And she clearly remembers that the city hall officials who visited the messenger group looked impatient and could not leave the noisy place earlier. Until the group of people planned to return home, the talent was relieved, and there was a sentence that made her remember so fresh. I really don’t know what it looks like. Only Roland will think that these black scorpions are beautiful.

What is the beauty?

Isis felt a strong resonance.

That's right... This is beauty. It is the beauty brought by the power of the sect. It is the beauty that can be used to knead the metal. Especially when she understands the working principle of the steam engine, there is another beauty that takes advantage of the natural trend.

This beauty is far from being comparable to colorful gems or exquisite and luxurious clothes.

She only felt that something in her heart was faintly touched.

How did you know this knowledge? Besides, what else does he know?

Suddenly, the knock on the door outside the bedroom interrupted Isis's thoughts.

"Sister, I have washed it," Cole probed in. "The water is still hot. Do you want to wash it?"

"Let the servants burn new pots," she said. "Do you understand the principle of water intake here?"

"I was looking for someone to inquire. The water in the pipe seems to flow out of the erected towers." Cole touched his head and walked into the room. "As for how the water ran from the well, they couldn't say it." Yes, there is one thing in the bathroom. You must try it. It looks like a special grease, but it will scent after being wet. It is awesome to clean the body. I bet even if it is a milk rose bath. So refreshing!"

Is this also the deliberate arrangement of His Majesty? Itis couldn't help but think. The residence of the messenger group is located near the castle area. It is a four-storey house. The top floor is even half as high as the castle. Not only can you enjoy the night view without the winter city, but even the layout and facilities of the room are quite clever. Big, it is extremely comfortable to live. The official who listened to the reception of the city hall said that this is a hotel specially prepared for foreign ambassadors. It seems to be called a diplomatic building.

In her opinion, whether it is the water that is constantly flowing out of the valve, or the washings of Korzan, it should be the display of Roland Wimbledon. (To be continued...)