I, transformed into a vampire girl, sparked the Industrial Revolution.

Chapter 264 The finishing touch

"fire!"

"Yes!"

"Attention, all guns! Orders have been given! Fire according to the firing data!"

The cannons pointed straight to the sky. Looking south from the artillery position, the holy city was already in sight, with its pure white buildings and magnificent cathedral still in sight.

On this side of the battlefield, the Amerlane army was ready to go. Tanker trucks were filling each tank with gasoline, and belts of ammunition were being loaded into the vehicles. The soldiers had no time to admire the pure white city.

It was called the final push, that's what people called it, but for the Amelansi Military Command, the real name of this operation was "Operation Icon Destruction."

This war will shatter the idols called God, and in all the cities where the flag has been raised in Amelia, more and more businesses, more and more new ideas, and a new economy are spreading.

With the fall of Amelia, the administration of the Roman Republic, and the transfer of some cities to the Naples authorities, everything was changing.

For the Holy Cathedral, the situation was not so critical, because no matter what they did, the battle lines would not change. The north-south transportation was cut off, the Holy City's supplies were running out, and the remaining industrial areas had completely stopped production. No matter how hard the technical priests tried, they could not start the machines without raw materials.

More and more believers and priests are fleeing the Sacred Peninsula. The huge church is actually divided into several parts, and the Sacred Peninsula is actually just the central diocese, or the heart of the entire church.

However, the whole world is watching this battle. Even in countries bordering the Church, such as the Afrikaans tribal chiefdom with its extremely low level of centralization and weaker industry than the Church, the dark elves and orcs have begun to deploy their armies on the border, preparing to attack the holy city of Cania in the southern diocese. In Tular, one of the "legs" of the central diocese, Athenian guerrilla rebellions are also increasingly emerging.

But all of this, these flames, require one prerequisite—Amelansi takes over the Holy City and dismantles the Church's authority.

As a vast theocracy encircling the central ocean, the Holy Church has established its authority for hundreds of years. For centuries, its massive crusade of fanatics and paladins has been invincible, until now, until the demon king known as Guns and Materialism challenges it.

Tanks rumbled as an entire army group of tanks advanced toward the holy city on its outskirts. The tanks carried large numbers of infantrymen in olive-green uniforms, M35 helmets, and FAL automatic rifles. The Amerlansi soldiers were being watched intently. An ordinary local family silently observed the soldiers, their eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment. A child, seemingly out of nowhere, ran towards the soldiers and bumped into one of them as they marched.

"Hey!"

His parents rushed over, fearing the soldier would kill the child at any moment, but the soldier simply patted his shoulder and steadied the child.

"Hey, watch your step, kid."

The soldier handed out a piece of white chocolate, which was part of B's ​​rations. It was loaded with sugar, but he didn't like it. He offered it to the child instead. The soldier made a gesture as if to put it in his mouth, and the child did the same. The sweetness and a hint of bitterness melted in his mouth.

As the parents pulled their child aside, the officers arrived just in time. For this battle, Alice specifically requested that officer training be strengthened in the army, paying particular attention to the relationship between the military and the people. It should be noted that this place is different from Amelansi, where people still have some fear of the demons.

The territory of Amelansi is not entirely inhabited by demons. An elven officer stood still, immediately drawing a salute from the soldier. This officer, with a scar on his face, had three "Heroic Combat Medals" on his chest, representing that he had fought in dangerous situations three times and completed his missions while wounded.

The soldier standing at attention and saluting had his helmet, which wasn't properly fastened, fall to the ground at just the right moment, revealing unusual devil horns. The woman of the house was so frightened that she sat down on the ground and hugged her child tightly.

"Hey, it's alright, madam, sir."

Elven officers and demon soldiers, along with the patriarch of the household, watched all this in astonishment, as if the sacred texts had been turned into a story scribbled by a child.

Didn't the goddess say that elves are descendants of angels and demons are messengers of hell? How come they're such mortal enemies?

The elven officer picked up the helmet and put it on the soldier's head.

"Continue the march, Private!"

"Yes!"

The demon soldier turned and left, leaving the elven officer and his family bewildered in the wind. The child, unaware of the complexities between races, simply imitated the demon soldier and saluted the elven officer.

"Good, good, child, it seems you have the potential to become a soldier. Alright, our troops are engaged in combat. Please go home and do not go out unless it is urgent."

The army continued its advance, and in the council of bishops, less than half of the original twelve bishops were still seated.

"Fellow believers! I think we need to understand one thing—the Holy City has been the site of over fifty large-scale wars throughout history, and the rights and wrongs are difficult to determine."

"But the goddess noticed that it was on this ancient battlefield that the brilliance of the goddess's faith dimmed and the light became dim. That's why there has been the saying of conquering the peninsula since ancient times."

A bishop spoke eloquently, his voice echoing throughout the magnificent palace, but beneath his booming voice, whispers mingled incessantly.

"They just talk big empty words."

"Back then, the saints led the Crusaders, converging on the Holy City in three routes, and marched north. The devil, seeing that all was lost, fled in panic..."

Boom!

The shells exploded beneath the Holy Cathedral, causing a chaotic scene of scraggly chaos. Some even trampled on each other's robes, resulting in two people rolling around in a heap, resembling a clown performance.

The bishop paused for a moment, cleared his throat, and continued, "No matter how you look at it, the troop strength in the battle is 600,000 to 500,000, so the advantage is on our side!"

Boom!

As the plane flew over the cathedral's spire, the Amelianencio tricolor emblem was prominently displayed on its fuselage. Nuns, priests, and monks were terrified; demons were flying above this centuries-old, sacred cathedral.

Some chanted scriptures, some roared and brandished weapons, some packed their bags and fled, and some just sat on the ground at a loss, watching the steel eagles soar across the sky, shattering the dream of a century of intertwined faith.

Is it just one step away from victory?

Alice stood in the command post on the outskirts of the Holy City, looking at the all-too-familiar Holy City through her binoculars. It was here that she first came to know this world, where she had endured contempt and scorn, where she had been betrayed and forced to flee. Nearly ten years had passed since then.

She stood there, and no one could look down on her as they used to.

Alice stood with her hands in her pockets, the wind blowing across her face, carrying the smell of gunpowder and explosions. She licked her slightly dry lips and looked towards the cathedral.

"I'm back."