Wizard: I can refine everything

In a world where great power belongs to itself, power struggles are no longer something that can be resolved by intrigue alone. The struggle between the two sides will start from the most basic assassination, and will develop until both sides directly set up a posture to start a civil war.

The Royal Court faction chose to go to war, so the Church faction would naturally not remain silent. After receiving the news of the assassination, Tyer passed the news to the cardinal who was also a member of the Church faction, while mobilizing his private army to retaliate against the Royal Court faction.

The day after the assassination of the Royal Court faction, three regional bishops of the Royal Court faction were killed. The cause of death announced to the outside world was a pipeline explosion, but in the Church of the Lord of All Machines, the explosion of a steam pipeline is almost the same as the gas explosion in Fuyuki City, and the Russian Tsar always died of a stroke.

After the assassination began, personnel from both sides began to be on guard.

Regardless of which faction the priests belonged to, they chose to leave the church and take refuge in their own fortress manor.

In this world where great power belongs to itself, the extraordinary force of the Church of the Lord of All Machines is naturally not an organization that does not care about the worldly fireworks.

The Church of the Lord of All Machines started the industrial revolution, and it is also one of the largest oligarchs in this kingdom and even in the world. It controls a considerable part of the world's mineral resources, as well as oligarchic companies in several industries including arms.

Therefore, the priests of the Church of the Lord of All Machines are generally very wealthy.

The church's research allowance, preferential prices for raw materials after opening factories, and an independent train company that belongs exclusively to the Church of the Lord of All Machines... These conditions make almost all bishops of the Church of the Lord of All Machines become factory owners.

Even Anson, who is obsessed with research, has a small metal processing plant under his name.

Therefore, the priests of the Church of the Lord of All Machines usually build a fortress manor outside the church and fill it with mechanical servants and cyborg knights. Usually this commissioner can be used for research or vacation, but once encountering the current situation, the manor will instantly turn into a solid fortress.

At this time, the top leaders of both sides often meet to ensure that the scale of the civil war will not be too large and will not affect too many cities.

After all, everyone is a decent person, and the lives of decent people are much more valuable than those slaves.

But this time, no cardinal from either the church or the royal court was willing to meet.

This was the first time in the history of the Church of the Lord of All Machines that both sides were determined to fight to the death and started a civil war.

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"Is this the miracle monk you created? It looks... a little strange."

In the secret realm, Tyr looked at the fully armed miracle monk and praised him insincerely.

In his opinion, Richard's transformation was very conservative. The goblins did not have a body as strong as Richard's. After solving the problem of nerve conduction, full-body prosthetic transformation was the best option.

If you think this kind of transformation is too expensive, you can do less.

After all, warriors are more refined than numerous.

Richard glanced at the goblin who was addicted to transformation and replied lightly: "Don't underestimate them. After practicing martial arts, your knights are trash in front of them."

Due to the fusion of the blood of the wild orcs, the miracle monks have the ability to learn martial arts.

As a nearly completed evolutionary route, although the potential of martial arts is not as good as that of wizards, it is still no problem to crush goblins.

Due to the invasion of the abyss, the evolutionary route of this world has gone quite astray. The Church of the Lord of All Machines chose mechanical ascension and has been committed to researching stronger prosthetics for many years. The Church of the Lord of Flesh and Blood next door chose a path similar to genetic ascension, and usually studies how to strengthen the body.

The two major evolutionary routes in this world do not have the alchemical bloodline of wizard alchemy.

But is it still an alchemical school without alchemy?

So even martial arts, an evolutionary path that has not been completely completed, is enough to crush this world.

"Waste? Your statement is a bit too exaggerated." Tyr said in disbelief, "Even the most ordinary prosthetic knight, with his prosthetic limbs and the combat skills he has mastered, is enough to kill a team of strictly trained elite guards in a breath.

These miracle monks of yours were just ordinary people before. Even if they get the power, they can't fully master it in such a short time."

Richard smiled disdainfully when he heard it.

"They can only bully mortals. The biggest difference between first-level creatures and mortals is that the transformation of mental power allows them to have more precise control over energy. By manipulating energy, we can obtain all kinds of seemingly incredible abilities."

As he said, Richard waved his hand casually, and a fireball appeared in the air. Seeing this scene, Tyr was stunned again.

He was not shocked by the fireball. Summoning a fireball can also be done with crystal technology. He was shocked that Richard did nothing, just waved his hand casually, and the energy fluctuation turned into a fireball.

"But you have taken the wrong path."

Richard dispersed the fireball and sighed softly: "I saw in your library that in the ancient past, there were monks among the goblins who focused on improving themselves. Those people were called old-fashioned in your history, but in fact, they took a correct but difficult path."

Tyler fell silent. In the past, he did think about whether the goblins took the wrong path. But he was thinking about the technical route, that is, the change from steam engine to internal combustion engine.

As a result, Richard now told him that they were not only wrong in choosing the wrong technology branch, but also in the wrong direction of evolution.

This is really hard to accept.

"But you don't have to be sad," Richard said lightly, "because 99% of the races in this world are not as strong as you even if they are on the right path. Although the right path is correct, it is extremely difficult. The races that can open up a path in it are all great races that have set foot on the starry sky."

Starry sky?

Tyler couldn't help looking up at the sky.

Setting foot on the starry sky... it really sounds like a word that makes people excited.

"Sage, since you are so confident, I won't say anything more." Tyer bowed and said, "I will go to prepare the train and intelligence."

Although this war is just a small fight in Richard's eyes, small fights also have their uses. Although these miracle monks under Richard have been transformed and have good strength, they have never seen blood on the battlefield, and their combat effectiveness is just empty numbers.

So taking this opportunity, it is just right for these miracle monks to experience it. Gain some combat experience and accumulate confidence.

Their idealistic abilities require strong confidence to unleash their full potential.

Tyr left, and Richard turned to the miracle monks. These monks used to be slaves, and the best was just a low-level mechanic.

In the goblin society, they belong to the bottom of the pyramid. The cyborg knights are not in the same class as them, and they are called sirs or masters.

Now they are asked to fight the cyborg knights. Without ideological awakening, their combat effectiveness will inevitably fail.

Therefore, Richard plans to give a pre-war speech, or a pre-war bluff, to enhance the confidence of these monks.

"You have heard what Tyr and I said. You are going to kill and fight next. Your next enemies will be those knights and cyborg priests who you once had to kneel down.

I don't want to ask you if you have confidence, because I am sure you can win, and it has nothing to do with confidence."

Richard's voice was very cold, and it was the cruel rationality unique to wizards. But in the ears of the miracle monks, this cold voice has an unusual meaning.

Unlike Tyr, the miracle monks are really believers, and they are all fanatics.

They really believe that Richard is the incarnation of God.

So Richard's emotionless voice completely changed in their ears. It was the gods who announced His oracle through Richard's mouth.

They will win this battle!

Richard, who didn't know the inside story, was planning to compare the data to strengthen the confidence of these monks. But before he opened his mouth, he saw the muscles of these monks bulging, and the magic in the air was like water meeting a sponge, constantly pouring into their bodies.

In Richard's shocked eyes, these monks grew at least five points in just one minute.

No, he just said two sentences.

Resisting the urge to explore the mystery of this change, Richard continued, "You may think those cybernetic knights are powerful, but I can tell you for sure that their cybernetic bodies are rubbish.

Every weapon you are going to use next is made by the hands of a god craftsman, and every one is blessed by the gods. Compared with these weapons, the cybernetic knights' cybernetic bodies are just scrap metal."

As he said this, Richard snapped his fingers. Two hundred magic suits fell from the sky and landed accurately in the hands of each miracle monk.

These magic suits look like fists, but there is a launch port on the back of the fist and the palm, and there is a prosthetic interface at the end.

"This is the Fist of Annihilation," Richard introduced, "It contains thirty-six annihilation bombs, which can be fired through the launch port on the back of the fist. In the palm of this weapon, there is also a flamethrower that can be used three times.

The strength of the flamethrower is enough for you to deal with any enemy."

Any cybernetic priest will have hundreds of mechanical servants around him. If it is a regional bishop, it is common to have thousands of mechanical servants around him.

To deal with these miscellaneous soldiers, a good mowing weapon is naturally very important.

The goblins have a low resistance to high-temperature weapons, and even Tyr can't withstand the continuous burning of the flames of 2,000 energy levels. The flamethrowers installed on these annihilation guns have all reached the 2,000 energy level. Even if they encounter a bishop like Tyr, the flamethrowers have a strong effect.

Of course, if they really encounter an enemy at the level of a cardinal, Richard's Salamanders will take action.

These Salamanders who have fought in the plane war and experienced the baptism of the civilization war, it is not too easy to surround and kill an indigenous third-level creature.

"Of course, it is still a melee weapon, but I don't recommend you to do so."

At this point, Richard paused. In the confused eyes of many monks, he continued: "Because your right arm's fist is more powerful! The spell you practice can make your body better than steel."

As he said, Richard took out a piece of steel plate from his pocket and placed it in front of the monk closest to him.

"Hit it. Use your right fist."

The monk looked at Richard, then used his mighty power to punch him hard.

The next moment, there was a "bang" sound, and the two-centimeter-thick steel plate was punched through by this monk!

Richard held the steel plate in his hand and said to the miracle monks: "This is the great power given to you by God! Through training, your flesh is more than enough to surpass any prosthesis!"