I Became a Witch and Started an Industrial Revolution

“Ernesto’s Red Army emergency mobilization order has begun to take effect. The first phase of conscription is expected to mobilize one million troops. The total number of active forces is currently around 1.2 million and is expanding at an extremely rapid rate. The demand for military material aid has increased significantly.”

“At the Dmitria battlefield, we have currently deployed 500,000 troops, with another 500,000 reinforcements to follow. As for the Suria battlefield, we plan to support a force of 200,000 troops to assist in defending the Suria defensive line.”

“As for the legion tasked with landing in the Kingdom of Pue Lent to open a third main offensive front, the final plan has yet to be determined. At present, our military-industrial production capacity utilization is around 36%. Even if we produce more, with our current transportation capabilities, we would not be able to effectively deliver them.”

Anna read out each piece of summarized information from the documents in her hand to Mitia. Mitia, who had been buried in reports, raised her head in confusion and asked, “The Kingdom of Pue Lent? Didn’t we already capture Mosseradel Port? Why hasn’t the plan been finalized yet?”

Anna replied, “Mosseradel Port was lost last night. The detailed battle report is still being compiled and transmitted back.”

“Lost?!”

Mitia set down the report and stared at the large map hanging on the wall, falling into deep thought.

A flagship fleet composed of two battleships should not have lost to a branch fleet of the allied forces. The earlier smooth naval battle reports had already proven her judgment to be correct.

But if Mosseradel could be captured and then lost again, that in itself spoke volumes. One had to know that each battleship alone carried twelve 305mm main guns. Two ships meant twenty-four large-caliber heavy guns, along with forty 127mm guns. Adding the firepower of the cruisers, a fleet docked at the harbor was essentially an unsinkable artillery fortress.

Under such a density of firepower, for the port to still be forcefully seized and the fleet driven away, it could only mean that external forces had begun to intervene in the war.

However, without detailed intelligence, she could not yet determine who it was or how many forces were involved.

Still, deep in Mitia’s heart, there was a faint sense of unease. Just as she had once said, once a war began, no one could control how events would unfold—not even herself.

Mitia had overlooked one point. In truth, the Alliance itself had not yet committed too much military force to the battlefield. The combined forces of the two fronts of the allied armies only slightly exceeded one million troops—merely a drop in the ocean for six nations.

Moreover, as the frontlines extended, more and more auxiliary puppet troops were being organized. In terms of war potential, they were not certain they could win, but they firmly believed they would not lose!

Furthermore, through the early stages of the war, they had already felt the undeniable and intense sense of threat brought by the Alliance.

Five days earlier—

“Gentlemen, the Dmitria Church will be destroyed. That is beyond doubt.”

In the secret meeting, Ardashir pointed at the large map displayed by an image projection array and slammed the table as he spoke to the dozen or so representatives from various nations below him, each with different expressions:

“Dropping an elite force of 20,000 Mechanical Soldiers into the enemy’s hinterland—ask yourselves honestly, can your nations assemble a mechanical force of such scale? Can you accomplish such a mission across 4,000 kilometers?!”

“Ernesto and Suria are not difficult opponents. They are not even worthy of our full attention. But the Alliance behind them is our true enemy!”

“Gentlemen! This is an empire with a population of 200 million, with its own independent political system, natural defensive barriers, and formidable military strength—an empire that harbors strong hostility toward us!”

His eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep. “You have all received the aerial flying machines we provided for free, haven’t you? You’ve also received the recorded images of the heavy armored vehicles we supplied, haven’t you?”

“Although they are still somewhat fragile, what kind of scene would it be when these things appear in the hundreds or thousands? This is not alarmist talk—this is what we have personally witnessed on the battlefield!”

“The Alliance has the strength to fight all the nations we previously united with. If we do not go all out to eliminate such a potential threat, we will head toward destruction.”

“It was not just us who drove them off the continent back then—you were part of it too!”

The Blood Race representative said coldly, “You are being overly alarmist. Even if this nation is strong, we are so far away—why should we worry?”

The Elven representative beside him, adorned with branches and flowers, nodded in agreement. No matter how strong the opponent was, could they really cross 30,000 kilometers to attack them directly?

If they had that capability, why would they still be struggling on the continent?

“Whether they can cross 30,000 kilometers, I don’t know. But previously, the Seris Alliance provided military supplies to our nation. They transported 500,000 firearms and hundreds of millions of rounds of ammunition across a distance of 20,000 kilometers.”

The Dwarven representative from Frini was visibly shocked by Ardashir’s words. “20,000 kilometers? 500,000 guns? You’re not joking, are you?!”

Ardashir gave a bitter smile and nodded. He wished it were a joke. Now, even the western Orcs were in a semi-independent state, and they could no longer fully suppress or control them—all thanks to those weapons provided by the Alliance.

But because of this, both the Emperor of the empire and Ardashir had come to see the fangs hidden beneath the Alliance’s seemingly harmless exterior. Sometimes, ability itself was a crime.

The representatives looked at one another, a faint sense of unease rising in their hearts.

Whether or not you had such intentions did not matter—so long as you possessed the capability, others would inevitably assume the worst of you.

After all, whether individuals or nations, everyone preferred to hold their own fate in their own hands rather than live in constant fear under a blade hanging over their heads.

The room gradually filled with hushed discussions. From time to time, they glanced toward the representative of the Wallis Empire, who sat in the main seat with his eyes closed as if resting. Above his head, two pairs of crimson dragon horns occasionally flickered with a faint red glow.

The territory of the Wallis Empire was not large, but it was composed entirely of the most fertile lands. It bore the title of an empire and ranked among the strongest in overall power.

This was because the Wallis Empire was also known as the Land of Dragons, where all inhabitants were of draconic descent.

Their individual strength was extremely formidable, and the number of true dragons reached into the hundreds or even thousands. Every adult dragon was at least at the quasi-Saint level. If not for their intense and frequent internal conflicts, Wallis would have had the power to attempt unifying the continent.

As a third-party force, Wallis had every qualification to take the lead.

Aside from them, only the Demon Empire at the far edge of the continent—currently in a fragmented state—had similar qualifications.

However, if it were the Demon Race instead, the others might not necessarily accept it.

Compared to the dragons, who had the ambition but lacked unity to conquer the continent, the Demon Race had genuinely attempted world conquest and once held a significant advantage—only to be pushed back in the end by their united resistance.

“If you cannot provide us with sufficient resources,” Ardashir continued, “then I hold a pessimistic outlook on the future outcome of the Alliance Army. The Alliance will gradually erode us. And when that happens, how powerful will Seris become after integrating the Six-Nation Alliance? I believe that is something none of you wish to see~”

The Wallis representative slowly opened his eyes, his fiery beast-like pupils fixed on Ardashir. “What do you want?”

Ardashir took a deep breath. “Resources. Elite legions. Saint-level powerhouses. Half-Gods! Authorization to use forbidden spell magic in warfare—we need everything!”

“We can tolerate one empire, but we cannot accommodate another super empire!”