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

Chapter 69 The Holy Invincible Fleet

"Lord Brave..."

"Just call me Bai Ling."

Holy City - Goddess Bay

A brave warrior named Bai Ling stood atop the highest peak in the bay, watching all of this unfold. Crossing the river was an unrealistic experience, but at this moment it had become a reality.

Hero, goddess, companion, adventure, demon king—Bai Ling was instilled with these ideas as soon as she arrived in this world. For the church, the totem of the hero only needed to instill these ideas, immersing them in the lies woven by the church.

In fact, the reality over the past century has shown that such measures are effective. When heroes gather their companions, lead their armies, and fight against the Demon King, whether they succeed or fail, the power of the church will grow stronger and stronger, and the faith of the people will become more and more steadfast.

That's fine, no need for any changes, they thought. The previous hero, Fidel, was an anomaly, and the church decisively took action to eliminate him.

Now, the new hero, Bai Ling, is much more docile than the previous hero in appearance. As a male, Bai Ling is far too feminine and easy to bully. More importantly, according to Saint Lilith's report, Bai Ling has little ambition. He accepts the church's arrangements and is even willing to pray to the goddess.

Aside from his fondness for dresses, he was a perfect hero, and the church naturally announced that the hero was a girl, and even quickly handed over the Holy Sword to him.

"Lord Bai Ling, the Church's fleet is about to depart and will soon be heading to Brittany to suppress the local rebels."

"Ah."

Bai Ling remained noncommittal and offered no opinion. He adjusted his nose bridge, but then realized he no longer needed glasses. As a cross-dressing programmer, his professional knowledge was useless here.

Sailing fleet, naval cannons—Bai Ling idly counted these ships. He wasn't uneducated; nine years of compulsory education and his daily online browsing had given him a good understanding of the technological level these things represented.

"I heard that cannons and muskets were developed by the demon race?"

"Yes, Brother Bai Ling... Sister."

Saint Lilith nodded. She had blonde hair and wore a nun's habit. Looking at the hero before her, she was the supreme being to all people, the representative of the goddess on earth.

In reality, the Holy Maiden is merely a stabilizer for each generation of heroes. However, for Bai Ling now, the Holy Maiden's allure is less than looking in the mirror, and for the male protagonist, she is just someone who looks at another kindred spirit, even less attractive than a line of code.

With outstretched hands, a flame ignited between slender, onion-like fingers. Magic existed in this world, but with the development of firearms, magic became less powerful than cannons and muskets.

"So useless, boohoo~"

The Church's holy and invincible fleet stretched across the vast Goddess Bay like a continuous mountain range. The first-class battleship "Glory Goddess" sat quietly in the center. As a great symbol of the Church and the goddess's great warship, it attracted widespread attention as soon as it was launched. After the Church acquired gunpowder technology, the armament of 18-pounder guns and charon cannons made her a huge mobile fortress.

As a time traveler, Bai Ling didn't have any particular feelings about the ship. He walked down the hillside, knowing that the church needed him to win a victory.

"Well, to quell rebellions and vanquish demons, that's the mission of the goddess's followers~"

Bai Ling muttered to himself, but there was a hint of disdain in his words. Nevertheless, he remained devout and walked toward the dock.

The Church has long coveted Britannia. As a salient in the demon territory, a piece of land where the demons' power is not great but it is close to the demons, the Church would have rushed in long ago if it weren't for saving face.

But with the death of the Duke of Brittany, the moment the Church had been waiting for had arrived. The propaganda machine was immediately set in motion, and the Pope declared that Brittany had been bewitched and invaded by demons, and that the Church would reclaim the land for the Duke of Brittany and the devout children of God.

Bai Ling scoffed at this. Pretexts for war have existed since ancient times, and who cares whether they are true or not? But as a hero, he had no foundation in the church and his power was not as great as imagined. It would be foolish for him to raise any objections.

He had no way, nor any reason, to stop the church.

"Miss Hero, it's time to set off. The time to slay the demon is approaching."

"Goddess!"

Bai Ling echoed, saying that he had never seen the so-called goddess, but the church had erected statues of her all over the streets. Besides, he was a modern person, so who knew?

Whatever.

His light, flowing dress fluttered in the sea breeze, and he thoroughly enjoyed the feeling. The more adorable body and more natural voice that the transmigration had given him filled him with immense satisfaction. If the goddess were to manifest herself and transform him into a cute girl, he wouldn't mind believing it.

"Take care, Miss Hero."

"Your Holiness the Pope, good day."

Bai Ling performed a feminine curtsy to the Pope, and looking into the Pope's eyes, he felt a surge of pleasure. The feeling of being recognized was like a poison, a sensation he could never experience in his previous life.

Thinking about his life before he transmigrated, Bai Ling sighed. People like him were not well-liked in that society, and even his own family severed ties with him because of it. Fortunately, he survived thanks to his skills, but the psychological problems caused by the drugs made his life much darker.

Now, however, his new body and identity, along with his amazing magical abilities, have brought about a turning point in his life. Bai Ling revealed a confident smile—a smile he hadn't shown in so long.

"I will bring victory to the goddess."

The Pope nodded, took a jeweled necklace from the priest's tray, and put it on him.

"This necklace has been blessed by the goddess. It will protect you in battle and cleanse your body."

"Grateful."

The massive, towering sailing warship, with its three-tiered cannon deck, made the goddess's glory even more dazzling. Bai Ling lightly stepped onto the ship's side, the holy sword humming softly at her waist. The sailors knelt before the hero, chanting the goddess's name in unison.

Since this year's hero is so easy to control, the church has given her the title of "the incarnation of the goddess on earth." To the believers, the heroine is the goddess herself.

The goddess herself going to war signifies their triumphant return.

Bai Ling walked past the kneeling crowd, his long hair flying, and approached the captain like an emperor. The captain knelt down and gently kissed Bai Ling's outstretched hand.

"Hero, I am at your service!"

"Raise the sails and set sail!"

"Yes!"