After reaching this conclusion, Roland breathed a little relieved.
As both under-level combat power, the devil does not have the combat effectiveness of conventional hot weapons. At a distance of 500 to 1,000 meters, machine guns and artillery are enough to crush all standing enemies. Spear-dropping attacks are obviously not suitable for trench warfare. It takes three to five seconds from the power of magic stone to the effect. As long as the bullet production capacity keeps up, the madman will not even have the chance to throw a short spear.
This means that at least on the frontal battlefield where the two armies meet, human beings absolutely have the power to fight.
How great it would be if you were born in Tachila, Aegas looked at the weapon in Roland's hand and sighed, "There are more ordinary people in the fertile plains than the Gray Castle, and so are the witches."If everyone had a spear in their hands, perhaps the devil would have gone back to where they came.
Roland smiled, but he didn't think so in his heart.
After all, it was an empire dominated by witches more than 400 years ago. Assuming there is really a weapon that allows mortals to have power beyond witches, will the top leaders of the Federation accept its existence happily?
In any era, witches were a minority of witches retreated from the Dawn Realm to the fertile soil plain. There were tens of millions of human beings, and only thousands of witches. And those ordinary people who have been oppressed for a long time would willingly embark on the battlefield?
Once the strength is reversed, the collapse of the ruling class will inevitably lead to civil unrest. The idea of fighting for the survival of mankind will appear extremely empty even after the awakening of nationalism, not to mention that a group of people living a slave life can have such lofty ideals.
Of course, he would not say these words in public. Agesha is just a researcher at the Exploration Society. It would be better not to let her involve political affairs.
After the damage test, Anna cut off the devil's limbs again and put it in an iron cage.
Is that good?Aegas asked.
Roland shook his head, and he would be here for the time being and then conduct the trauma test tomorrow morning.
What is that?
Testing the resistance of various parts of the devil to guns, as well as the effects of chemical drugs, madness pills and dream water, he pondered, by the way, the ingredients of the red mist also let Lucia try to separate and see what he could get.
Unfortunately, you cannot raise the devil for a long time, otherwise you can get more comprehensive data with Nanava's healing ability just a small number of devil samples.
Agesha yawned, it's up to you, but I need two witch assistants to make the talisman seal, and the materials must be prepared in advance. Once the devil dies, the blood will not last long, so it's best to start dissolving the Stone of Divine Punishment when it's still alive.She paused, by the way, have you decided which kind of talisman to make?
As long as the magic stones are enough, can any one be made?
Of course, she nodded, failure will not consume the stone itself, at most it will make me... no, nothing.
Roland raised his eyebrows, what did you want?
Don't worry, it's just a mistake. Aegasa curls her lips, at most it will cost you some ordinary materials.
Seeing that the other party didn't want to continue talking, he did not continue asking questions. Let me study the "Collection of Magic Stones" first and tell you the answer tomorrow morning.
*******************
Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.
Itis Kant stood by the window and looked at the city in the night. Businessmen often said that candlelight means wealth, and the brighter the place is, the richer it is.
She thought that brightly lit scenes would only be seen in taverns or theaters in the inner city of the royal capital, but here she knew what it means to be bright all night.
This is the case on the southern bank of Chishui River.
From a distance, the shore seemed to be lit, but it was not the orange-red light emitted by the bonfire, but a soft yellow light, stable and bright, as if it was separated by a layer of fine yarn of sunlight.
Under such light, the entire factory area will continue to produce various goods at night. They call it industrial products.
Steam engines are one of them.
The afternoon visit made Itis feel an indescribable shock, which is far more than the battlefield fighting or anything else... Even His Majesty’s so-called abolition of fiefdom order cannot be compared with it.
When she walked into the factory and saw the rough iron ingots being worn off by the rapidly rotating grinding wheel, and then the holes were screwed out from the drill bit, her eyes were immediately attracted.
Especially in the end, when the iron blocks full of oil and debris are washed into shiny parts, they have a new beauty.
Amid the roar of the machine, the hard materials are processed into different shapes and then combined in a unique way to move on their own. What a wonderful power.
The factory floor was filled with sewage, metal debris everywhere, and noise and humid air. It was not a wonderful place, but Itis stayed for the whole afternoon.
And she clearly remembered that the city hall officials who were visiting the messenger group looked impatient and wanted to leave this noisy place as soon as possible.
It was not until the group planned to return home that the person breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, there was a sentence that made her remember it fresh. I really don’t know what’s good about this thing?
Only His Majesty Roland thinks that these black bumps contain beauty.
Is there beauty?
Itis felt a strong resonance in an instant.
That's right... this is beauty, it is beauty brought by the power of purity, it is beauty that can be kneaded and transformed by metal. Especially when she understands the operating principle of the steam engine, she has another beauty that takes advantage of the general trend of nature.
This beauty is far from comparable to colorful gems or exquisite and luxurious clothes.
She just felt something in her heart was touched.
How did Your Majesty know this knowledge?What else does he know?
Suddenly, the knock on the door outside the bedroom interrupted Itis's thoughts.
Sister, I've washed it. Cole probes in. The water is still hot. Do you want to continue washing?
Let the servant burn a new basin, she ordered, have you understood the principle of water withdrawal here?
I asked someone to inquire. The water in the tube seemed to flow out of the erected iron towers. Cole touched his head and walked into the room. As for how the water ran up from the well, they couldn't say it.By the way, there is something in the bathroom that you must try. It looks like a special oil, but it will emit a fragrance after being touched. It is amazing to cleanse your body. I bet that even a milk rose bath is not so comfortable!
Is this also your Majesty’s deliberate arrangement?
Itis couldn't help but think.
The residence of the Messenger Group is located near the castle area. It is a four-story house with a top floor that is even half a piece higher than the castle. Not only can you enjoy the night view of the Winterless City, but the layout and facilities of the rooms are quite clever and not big, but they are extremely comfortable to live in.
I heard from the officials received by the city hall that this is a hotel specially prepared by His Majesty for foreign envoys, and it seems to be called a diplomatic building.
In her opinion, whether it is the continuous flow of water when the valve is unscrewed, or the washing that Cole praised should be a purposeful display by Roland Wimbledon.
As both under-level combat power, the devil does not have the combat effectiveness of conventional hot weapons. At a distance of 500 to 1,000 meters, machine guns and artillery are enough to crush all standing enemies. Spear-dropping attacks are obviously not suitable for trench warfare. It takes three to five seconds from the power of magic stone to the effect. As long as the bullet production capacity keeps up, the madman will not even have the chance to throw a short spear.
This means that at least on the frontal battlefield where the two armies meet, human beings absolutely have the power to fight.
How great it would be if you were born in Tachila, Aegas looked at the weapon in Roland's hand and sighed, "There are more ordinary people in the fertile plains than the Gray Castle, and so are the witches."If everyone had a spear in their hands, perhaps the devil would have gone back to where they came.
Roland smiled, but he didn't think so in his heart.
After all, it was an empire dominated by witches more than 400 years ago. Assuming there is really a weapon that allows mortals to have power beyond witches, will the top leaders of the Federation accept its existence happily?
In any era, witches were a minority of witches retreated from the Dawn Realm to the fertile soil plain. There were tens of millions of human beings, and only thousands of witches. And those ordinary people who have been oppressed for a long time would willingly embark on the battlefield?
Once the strength is reversed, the collapse of the ruling class will inevitably lead to civil unrest. The idea of fighting for the survival of mankind will appear extremely empty even after the awakening of nationalism, not to mention that a group of people living a slave life can have such lofty ideals.
Of course, he would not say these words in public. Agesha is just a researcher at the Exploration Society. It would be better not to let her involve political affairs.
After the damage test, Anna cut off the devil's limbs again and put it in an iron cage.
Is that good?Aegas asked.
Roland shook his head, and he would be here for the time being and then conduct the trauma test tomorrow morning.
What is that?
Testing the resistance of various parts of the devil to guns, as well as the effects of chemical drugs, madness pills and dream water, he pondered, by the way, the ingredients of the red mist also let Lucia try to separate and see what he could get.
Unfortunately, you cannot raise the devil for a long time, otherwise you can get more comprehensive data with Nanava's healing ability just a small number of devil samples.
Agesha yawned, it's up to you, but I need two witch assistants to make the talisman seal, and the materials must be prepared in advance. Once the devil dies, the blood will not last long, so it's best to start dissolving the Stone of Divine Punishment when it's still alive.She paused, by the way, have you decided which kind of talisman to make?
As long as the magic stones are enough, can any one be made?
Of course, she nodded, failure will not consume the stone itself, at most it will make me... no, nothing.
Roland raised his eyebrows, what did you want?
Don't worry, it's just a mistake. Aegasa curls her lips, at most it will cost you some ordinary materials.
Seeing that the other party didn't want to continue talking, he did not continue asking questions. Let me study the "Collection of Magic Stones" first and tell you the answer tomorrow morning.
*******************
Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.
Itis Kant stood by the window and looked at the city in the night. Businessmen often said that candlelight means wealth, and the brighter the place is, the richer it is.
She thought that brightly lit scenes would only be seen in taverns or theaters in the inner city of the royal capital, but here she knew what it means to be bright all night.
This is the case on the southern bank of Chishui River.
From a distance, the shore seemed to be lit, but it was not the orange-red light emitted by the bonfire, but a soft yellow light, stable and bright, as if it was separated by a layer of fine yarn of sunlight.
Under such light, the entire factory area will continue to produce various goods at night. They call it industrial products.
Steam engines are one of them.
The afternoon visit made Itis feel an indescribable shock, which is far more than the battlefield fighting or anything else... Even His Majesty’s so-called abolition of fiefdom order cannot be compared with it.
When she walked into the factory and saw the rough iron ingots being worn off by the rapidly rotating grinding wheel, and then the holes were screwed out from the drill bit, her eyes were immediately attracted.
Especially in the end, when the iron blocks full of oil and debris are washed into shiny parts, they have a new beauty.
Amid the roar of the machine, the hard materials are processed into different shapes and then combined in a unique way to move on their own. What a wonderful power.
The factory floor was filled with sewage, metal debris everywhere, and noise and humid air. It was not a wonderful place, but Itis stayed for the whole afternoon.
And she clearly remembered that the city hall officials who were visiting the messenger group looked impatient and wanted to leave this noisy place as soon as possible.
It was not until the group planned to return home that the person breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, there was a sentence that made her remember it fresh. I really don’t know what’s good about this thing?
Only His Majesty Roland thinks that these black bumps contain beauty.
Is there beauty?
Itis felt a strong resonance in an instant.
That's right... this is beauty, it is beauty brought by the power of purity, it is beauty that can be kneaded and transformed by metal. Especially when she understands the operating principle of the steam engine, she has another beauty that takes advantage of the general trend of nature.
This beauty is far from comparable to colorful gems or exquisite and luxurious clothes.
She just felt something in her heart was touched.
How did Your Majesty know this knowledge?What else does he know?
Suddenly, the knock on the door outside the bedroom interrupted Itis's thoughts.
Sister, I've washed it. Cole probes in. The water is still hot. Do you want to continue washing?
Let the servant burn a new basin, she ordered, have you understood the principle of water withdrawal here?
I asked someone to inquire. The water in the tube seemed to flow out of the erected iron towers. Cole touched his head and walked into the room. As for how the water ran up from the well, they couldn't say it.By the way, there is something in the bathroom that you must try. It looks like a special oil, but it will emit a fragrance after being touched. It is amazing to cleanse your body. I bet that even a milk rose bath is not so comfortable!
Is this also your Majesty’s deliberate arrangement?
Itis couldn't help but think.
The residence of the Messenger Group is located near the castle area. It is a four-story house with a top floor that is even half a piece higher than the castle. Not only can you enjoy the night view of the Winterless City, but the layout and facilities of the rooms are quite clever and not big, but they are extremely comfortable to live in.
I heard from the officials received by the city hall that this is a hotel specially prepared by His Majesty for foreign envoys, and it seems to be called a diplomatic building.
In her opinion, whether it is the continuous flow of water when the valve is unscrewed, or the washing that Cole praised should be a purposeful display by Roland Wimbledon.
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