Chapter 541: Chapter 485: The Old World Turns People into Ghosts, the New World Turns Ghosts into People!_2
Only Lynn understood that this was the fervor of the Betrayers, the deeper their faith, the more intense their hatred for the Church and adoration for Magic Studies became after their beliefs wavered and collapsed.
This was the psychological foundation for the transformation plan.
At the same time, Lynn was also very curious about what kind of impact it would have on their god if those devout Believers with close ties to “Ella” revolted.
“Also, I’ve heard a saying,” Lynn suddenly spoke up.
“What saying?” Ivina asked, puzzled.
“The old world turns men into monsters, the new world turns monsters into men!” Lynn said very seriously.
The girl with brown hair was completely stunned, muttering these words softly to herself.
Compared to the commoners living in Fire Oil City, who had jobs, food, and hope, perhaps the subjects of the Empire really weren’t even considered human.
Lynn didn’t explain any further but called over a male Wizard stationed here to take the girl back to the confinement room.
This was house arrest, but also a few days for Ivina to think, after which he needed her to do something!
“By the way, inform Speaker Harrov to speed up the war against the Empire, the sooner the better!” Lynn thought of Gustav’s devout words and feeling a hint of unease, he looked toward the male Wizard and added this instruction.
Ivina opened her mouth, intending to ask about her brother Loth, but before she could speak, Lynn had turned into a streak of light and disappeared from her view.
By the time Lynn returned to the manor, it was already one in the afternoon.
The council acted quickly, though war preparations were still underway, they had managed to produce urgently printed propaganda flyers within a few months.
One of the samples was delivered to his manor by an Attendant.
Lynn picked it up and looked at it, letting out a light exclamation of surprise.
Because on the flyer, there were actually a few black and white photographs…
“Has the initial optical photography already been developed?” Lynn immediately thought of this, nearly a year had passed since he measured the speed of light and developed the Laser Technique.
Originally, it had sparked a surge in research on photonic magic, but due to the war, the council had not held a scientific conference, so various schools conducted their research in private, and no one knew how many new technologies had been produced.
Regardless, this was a good thing.
It seemed that the effect of distributing these flyers would be better than expected.
After all, a picture is worth a thousand words!
As he considered this, Lynn took off a ring from his hand and threw it out, his body splitting as if divided, and strands of azure light peeled away from within him.
About two minutes later, another Lynn appeared in the manor.
Clearly, this was a Magic Power avatar bearing some of his strength.
It had to be said that this magic was very useful, the only drawback being that the avatar’s power was far inferior to the original, and it divided his computing power, meaning he couldn’t create too many and required a specific object or person as a medium.
The reason for creating this avatar was that Lynn planned to see what the Holy City looked like now, in order to formulate the next tactics.
As for himself, he still needed to urgently research what exactly the Divine Kingdom was, as Lynn had a premonition that this might be one of the key factors in defeating the false god Ella.
At four in the afternoon, in Fire Oil City, inside the newly built airport, thirty fighter planes were neatly parked in a spacious area, their silver bodies gleaming in the sunlight.
“It seems that the workshop’s production speed is quite fast,” Lynn said, somewhat surprised.
He remembered that a few months ago, there were only about five fighters, but now that number had increased sixfold.
“Of course,” Yoland said with a sigh, “the workshops producing the fighters have been working day and night in three shifts without a break, it’s just that manpower is still far from sufficient.”
The craftsmanship of the fighters was very sophisticated and not something that just anyone could learn by training for a bit; recruits had to be drawn from the Wizard Apprentices and civilian academies.
Now Yoland understood why Lynn insisted on establishing civilian academies, as knowledgeable personnel were in such short supply. Many workshops fought over them, and now even those students who hadn’t graduated were booked in advance, with many attending classes during the day and working in various workshops at night…
Some workshops were even not sparing children as young as eleven or twelve years old; as long as they had attended classes, they were all taken in to work!
Listening to Yoland’s lament, Lynn could not help but feel amused and sad, but he did not intervene, in these times, being able to eat one’s fill was already good enough, let alone worrying about child labor.
Moreover, the tuition for entering the academy was not cheap, now the students could not only earn back their own tuition fees but also make some money to help support their families.
As the two talked, they had already arrived in front of the array of parked fighter planes, where thirty of the most outstanding pilots were already waiting, faces filled with excitement and anticipation.
Aside from Lydia and a few others, it was the first time most of the pilots were executing a real flying mission.
In the months that followed, everyone had trained exceedingly hard, undergoing over a hundred hours of flight training, and now the time had come for them to show their skills!
Looking at the spirited pilots beaming with pride, Lynn nodded in satisfaction and spoke gravely.