Chapter 558 (1/2)
Chapter 558: Beauty
Translator: TransN Editor: TransN
After reaching the conclusion, Roland felt slightly relieved.
The basic combat capability of the demons did not exceed the combat efficiency of the conventional firearms as the machine gun and cannon were enough to crush all the enemies within the distance of 500 to 1,000 meters, while the spear thrower attack was obviously unsuitable for the trench warfare. Mad Demon would not even stand a chance as long as the bullet production kept up with the pace since it would take three to five seconds for the Magic Stone to charge up and take effect.
It implied that at least the humans would be competitive on the frontlines of the battlefield.
“It would be nice if you were born in Taquila.” Agatha sighed while staring at the weapon in Roland’s hand. “The number of common people on the Fertile Plains is 100 times more than those in the Kingdom of Graycastle, so is the number of witches. If every one of them had a spear in their hands, the demons would have probably run back to where they came from.”
Roland smiled but he did not agree with it in his heart.
After all, it was a witch-dominated empire 400 years ago. He thought, [If there were really a weapon that gave the common people power beyond the witches, would the seniors of the Union have lightly accepted such an existence? Witches have always been the minority—there were millions of humans yet only thousands of witches. This has been the case since the Land of Dawn until the Fertile Plains. Would the long-oppressed common people willingly set foot on the battlefield? Once the actual strength was reversed, the disintegration of the dominance hierarchy would inevitably lead to civil strife. The idea of fighting for the survival of the human beings was still extremely vague after the awakening of nationalism, not to mention a group of humans who had been living like slaves to have such a lofty ideal.]
Of course, Roland would not talk about these conclusions in the public and Agatha was simply a researcher of the Quest Society, so it would be better not to involve her in the political matters.
After the damage test, Anna amputated the demon again and put it into a steel cage.
“Is that all?” Agatha asked.
Roland shook his head and said, “That’s all for today. The injury test shall begin tomorrow morning.”
“What’s that?”
“We’re going to test the resistance ability of the various parts of the demon to shooting, as well as the effects of the chemicals, Pill of Madness and Dreamland Water,” Roland answered. “Oh yeah, and get Lucia to separate the composition of Red Mist and see what we can get out of it.”
[Unfortunately, the demon can’t be kept alive for the long-term. Otherwise, more comprehensive data could be collected by using Nana’s healing power on the demon.]
Agatha yawned and said, “Up to you. However, I’ll need two witch assistants to help me make the Sigil and the materials must be prepared in advance as the blood doesn’t last once the demon is dead. It’s better to start melting the God’s Stone of Retaliation when the demon is still alive.” She paused and said, “By the way, what kind of Sigil do you want to make?”
“We can make any of them as long as we’ve sufficient Magic Stones?”
“Of course,” she nodded and said, “the failure doesn’t consume the stone itself but I… Oh no, nothing.”
Roland raised his brows and asked, “What’s with you?”
“Never mind. It was simply a slip of the tongue,” Agatha curled her lips and said. “At most you’ll only be losing some raw materials.”
Roland did not continue pressing since Agatha did not want to go on. “Let me come back to you with an answer tomorrow morning after I study the ‘Magic Stone Collection'”.
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It was bound to be a sleepless night.