Blessing from the goddess at the beginning, technology VS magic

The Nirvana Army's rapid advance did achieve great results. They swept in at an astonishing speed, and many nobles were controlled before they even had time to send a distress message. It was not until three days later that the news finally reached the imperial capital.

When the brainwashed Rodney learned about this, he immediately flew into a rage and shouted angrily: "You idiots, can't you even pass on a message? The enemy is about to reach the imperial capital, and you're just reporting now!"

The ministers replied tremblingly:

"Your Majesty, we have tried our best, but the enemy's advancement speed is too fast to be believed. It seems that they are riding their horses day and night, galloping all the way without stopping at all."

"So, where did this army come from? From the south? Is it the same group of peasants again?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, it is from the south." The ministers replied respectfully.

"It seems that my mistake last time gave them a boost of confidence, and they think they have the strength to fight against the Empire."

One minister echoed:

"Yes, these peasants think they can compete with the empire with their muskets and artillery. If the main forces of the empire were not busy suppressing the rebellion, the local lords would not have been defeated so quickly. Instead, their self-confidence has increased."

Another minister said: "I think we should be cautious. Their advancement speed is too fast. This is not something that an ordinary army can do."

Rodney waved his hand and said, "That's enough. You guys should prepare basic defense first. I will ask the Prime Minister for his opinion later."

Hearing the word "Prime Minister", everyone fell silent. Right now, Prime Minister Mo Luozi's power was probably even greater than that of the emperor in front of them. This was a fact that everyone could see clearly.

At this moment, Mo Luozi was debugging the device, and there was a fourth-level cultist standing next to him.

"How long will it take for the Soul Devouring Furnace to start up?"

Mo Luozi said emotionlessly: "If your master is so anxious, let him do it himself."

The two were discussing something, but suddenly stopped talking at the same time. The cultist said:

"It looks like you have guests coming."

Among the eleven devices in the Soul Devouring Furnace, there is a main control column. It initially looked like an ancient civilization device, but now it looks more like an ancient and mysterious altar. Evil tumors have grown around it, and these tumors are constantly squirming, giving people a creepy feeling. The tumors are also engraved with some strange symbols and patterns, which seem to be some unknown text or pattern, but their true meaning cannot be deciphered.

But in Rodney's eyes, this was a newly built experimental site for an ancient civilization device. All those tumors had disappeared, replaced by clean, sacred magic runes. With this, he could defeat his two brothers and unify the empire.

"Father, can we transfer some troops to the front line? The peasants from the south are coming. We need to teach them a lesson this time, so that they know what will happen if they invade our empire!"

The mud-legged people from the south? After hearing this, the fourth-level cultist next to him thought, aren’t they just a group of mortals? They can just serve as my nourishment to improve my strength, so he took the initiative to volunteer:

"There's no need to dispatch elite troops for this kind of thing. The battle ahead is intense. I'll handle it."

Rodney looked at the unfamiliar face in front of him, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, but he still asked politely: "Father, who is this?"

Meluozi introduced with a smile:

"His name is Dai Anlong, and he was the great magician beside the late emperor. It's a pity that when the late emperor was assassinated, he was trying to comprehend the secrets of the great magician. Although he has become a great magician now, the late emperor is no longer with us..."

Hearing this, Dai Anlong couldn't help but sneer in his heart. This old guy is really good at making up such an identity for him.

Rodney's subconscious mind has been completely controlled by Melozi. No matter what he says, Rodney will believe it without hesitation.

"Oh, so that's it!" Rodney nodded in sudden realization, his eyes revealing nostalgia and regret for the late emperor.

Then, he turned to look at Dai Anlong, his eyes full of respect: "Since you are a great magician, I am relieved. I hope you can continue to protect this land for the late emperor."

Dai Anlong nodded slightly, pretending to accept Rodney's request. At the same time, he secretly sighed in his heart that the Yin-Yang magic of this other world was so powerful. After using him and absorbing his magic power, he would study it carefully.

But now, he has to enjoy those mortals.

Dai Anlong brought three subordinates, all of whom were at the third level. Soon, the Nirvana Army, which had been advancing unimpeded all the way, finally encountered an obstacle.

The high-intensity march caused serious wear and tear on the tank parts, which needed to be repaired and replaced, but the army as a whole could not stop, so there were two armored units acting as vanguards.

The unit that Lowell and Salome were in was resting today. The unit in front belonged to an armored regiment of the Third Army, with a total of 120 Type 300 tanks, 15 tracked armored vehicles, each armored vehicle could carry 3 soldiers, equipped with 12.7 Type B50 mm heavy machine guns, and Type C towed artillery.

Dai Anlong did not join other troops of the Stephen Empire to stop the armored regiment, but went alone with his three men.

Because the lords and local troops here are still some distance away from the imperial capital and have not been brainwashed, they may turn against us when they see the black magic.

The armored regiment of the Third Army had less combat experience and training time than the troops of Lowell and Salome, so it had a smooth journey without encountering any difficulties.

Naturally, Dai Anlong caught him off guard.

A Type 9 tank was hit by a fourth-order black spear and was scrapped on the spot. At the same time, the remaining black flames spread into the ammunition box, causing the tank to explode and all the crew members to be killed.

The information quickly spread among the teams.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Zero Eight is destroyed! No response!"

"Quickly find the enemy for me!"

"The enemy is in the sky!"

The tracked armored vehicle with a better view from the rear spotted four figures floating in the air.

It was also the first time that Dai Anlong had seen such a strange thing. He originally thought it was some kind of Warcraft, but this was not the Warcraft Wasteland. Where did the groups of Warcraft come from, and in formation? Most of the group-living Warcraft did not have such intelligence.

He tentatively fired a black spear and discovered that these were the so-called non-magic mud-legged people in the south, because he felt the dead souls from them, but unfortunately, there was no way to transform them into zombies, as their bodies had been blown to pieces.

Then he looked around and saw that they were all iron boxes like this. If they all exploded like the first one, then no one would be able to transform, and he would not be able to obtain magic power, so this trip would be in vain.

Forget it, just treat it as entertainment. It’s fun to kill people, isn’t it?

But soon, the Demon Devouring Shield was forced to activate. Since all the people were stationary in the air, the powerful kinetic energy of the bullets after being loaded with the shield directly knocked them away for dozens of meters.

What kind of attack is this? It's not magic. He looked at the iron boxes below that were constantly emitting flames. Could it be a musket? How could it have such a fast firing rate? This power is completely different from the musket used by that old man!