I Became a Witch and Started an Industrial Revolution

The eyes of the nuns were filled with tears.

They had lived in the convent since childhood, pure-hearted and restrained, holding the most beautiful visions for the world.

From the moment they set out until now, every experience had overturned their imagination of the world.

Blood, cruelty, mercilessness, darkness.

‘Crack!’

A clear shattering sound entered everyone’s ears.

Before they could turn their heads to look, more shattering noises followed.

The faith of the purest people was the firmest, but once shaken, even gods could not stop the collapse.

Miwei walked toward the statue of the Goddess in the convent.

The soldiers around her, holding long spears, subconsciously backed away to open a path.

Their fingers on the triggers could not pull.

She had saved countless lives of believers at the sickbeds.

She had fought countless times for the interests of these lower-ranked followers.

They had faith, but they were also human.

Which was more important—faith or comrades? They did not know either.

Miwei stood beneath the statue of the Goddess, lifted her head to look at Her, and softly said: “If in this world there truly exists a divine being ruling over all things, then how sacred and solemn must that be, and even infinitely close to goodness…”

“But so-called gods have repeatedly dealt us cruel fates, as if that is the law established for this world…”

Miwei closed her eyes, pressed her palms together, and piously prayed toward the statue:

【O Existence of utmost greatness~】

A golden radiance lit up from the void and shone upon her face.

Then it expanded, making Miwei at this moment appear exceptionally holy.

The officer lying on the ground, waiting for death, looked at this scene in disbelief.

Blood kept spilling from his mouth: “Blasphemer… why…”

Enveloped in golden brilliance, Miwei suddenly opened her eyes.

In her amber pupils flashed numerous white inscriptions: “On our battlefield, there is no damn place for any god to stand!”

“We are willing to pity the heavens and sympathize with mankind, but the gods may not be.”

“So it is time for us to use our own power to take over the so-called duties of the gods!”

Milky-white light overflowed from Miwei’s body, pushing back the golden glow.

In the end, it broke through the golden shackles and expelled them completely.

She then charged at the statue of the Goddess atop the platform.

【Like the rising sun, descend holy light… illuminate the darkness hidden within lies. Now I am reborn, and the will of the people shall come true. Praise yourself! Praise the holy light!】

【The holy light is for us, and we are the holy light!】

“Elemental Envoy…”

The wide-eyed officer gasped for breath a few more times before slowly ceasing to breathe.

In his pupils, the reflection of the statue of the Goddess shattered and collapsed.

Boundless white brilliance washed through the entire hall, with crackling and bursting sounds filling the air.

The golden radiance covering those inside was all dispelled, replaced by blazing white light.

As if breaking free from shackles, the sea of light elements filling the hall seemed to convey joyful and happy messages.

【Follow the guidance of your heart, act with justice, remain loyal and unwavering! In my name! Bear witness for me!】

When the brilliance faded, everyone lowered their weapons and knelt on one knee toward Miwei: 【In my name! Bear witness for me!】

The white elemental inscriptions flickering on Miwei’s forehead shone as she stepped down from the platform.

She came before the cooling corpse of the officer, bent down, and touched his blood with her hand.

On the broken church emblem at his chest, she smeared the blood across the central cross:

“Blasphemy? God is not greater than justice!”

“Boom!”

A violent explosion jolted Miwei back to her senses.

Around her, people were organized—red cloth strips tied around their arms.

The nuns divided themselves into healing groups and combat groups according to their wishes.

Other soldiers, under Miwei’s call, organized themselves to guard the convent.

She was going to eliminate that Archbishop who was still rallying believers to their deaths.

The Church should not take the initiative to participate in war, but should save lives, heal the sick, and fight evil.

If war was waged in the name of the Goddess, then the Goddess should disappear.

Instead, in the name of the omnipresent holy light—the Church of Holy Light!

Miwei climbed to the top of the convent’s high tower.

Calmly, she loaded powder and shot into her musket, then loosely aimed at the Archbishop’s ornate palanquin 800 meters away.

【We praise the power of the holy light, and thank it for its gifts…】

The inscriptions on Miwei’s forehead faintly glowed.

A shimmering screen of inscriptions lit up before her in the void.

【At the end of the long road lies the place of his burial.】

“Bang!”

With a gunshot, the barrel exploded instantly.

The bullet shot out, pierced through the glowing screen, white light clinging to it.

Already fired at great speed, its velocity suddenly surged again, turning into a white cone of light as it shot straight toward the Archbishop.

“Puchi!”

The white brilliance ignored the Archbishop’s golden protective shield, piercing straight through and into his chest.

Miwei shook her head.

Unfortunately, that shot had strayed a bit.

It was her first time using this ability, unskilled, so she failed to deal a lethal strike.

But…

She only needed to fire again~

From behind her back, she pulled out another musket and aimed once more.

This time, Miwei chose the head.

And this time, the Archbishop would not be so lucky~

The golden light around the Archbishop did not seem to recognize Miwei’s attack as hostile, making no resistance, allowing it to pass smoothly.

A bloody hole was left in his skull.

At the same time—

The main battlefield faced fierce resistance.

Casualties were rapidly climbing.

Lawrence was considering pulling back the troops to reorganize before attacking again.

But this was opposed by Mitia, who had arrived along with the railway guns: “No need for all that trouble.

Leave the magic warriors to my guard regiment.”

For Mitia’s safety, Lawrence wanted to refuse, but Mitia suppressed him: “The headquarters could be destroyed, so if I die here, I think that’s fine too. It’s only a matter of time anyway…”

Mitia’s guard regiment was quickly arranged to the frontlines with a new wave of soldiers.

These guards were not powerful figures like mages.

Their reliance was the lever-action repeating rifles in their hands.

When the black-and-white-uniformed guard company appeared in Fast’s eyes, a hint of joy showed on his face.

On the battlefield, those with distinctive uniforms usually held importance.

Without a second thought, he led his men to charge.

And then…

“Bang bang bang bang bang…”

Fast crouched miserably behind a wall corner, clutching his arm, while the dozen or so men he had brought all lay dead on the ground.

“By the Goddess! What weapon is this!!!”

When Fast had charged, he felt as though a dozen knights had surrounded him and landed dozens of punches at once.

His magic shield shattered instantly.

Fortunately, the expensive enchanted armor he had bought included a lifesaving deflection barrier.

Otherwise, he too would be lying on the ground like the others.

He turned back and realized his position was a dead end, unable to retreat.

To escape, he had to rush across to the opposite alley.

That meant exposing himself again to their dense firepower.

Fast knew he wasn’t foolish enough to do that.

So he decided to wait until they approached, then rely on his speed to dive into melee.

That would be his only chance.

But wishes were beautiful, reality was cruel.

Fast had already slaughtered many of Astal’s soldiers on the battlefield.

He had long been a thorn in everyone’s eyes.

When he was forced into a dead end by the guards, a quad-mounted Maxim anti-aircraft tracked vehicle rumbled in to support.

As Fast felt the ground tremble beneath his feet, realizing danger, his blue pupils reflected four black gun barrels aimed his way.

“Shit!!!”

“Rat-tat-tat…”

Braving the first hail of bullets, Fast rushed toward the armored vehicle, diving under its chassis to avoid the fire, hoping to use its cover to escape alive.

But as he poked his head out from behind the rear, the firepower of two lever-action rifles forced him back.

In a careless moment, one of his boots was caught in the tracks.

Instinctively, he kicked at the road wheel with his other leg to pull free.

But the turning wheel left him kicking at empty air.

His leg was caught instead, pulled into the tracks.

His other leg, still stuck by the boot, was also dragged into the tracks with it.

“Ahhh!!!”