Pasha could see even more clearly.

The Primal Carrier didn't rely on eyes. For her, Erilcha, and Celine, any tentacle could serve as an eye, so they couldn't wear anything to block the light.

Although Roland had warned them to avoid looking directly at the epicenter of the explosion for five to ten seconds after detonation, she didn't look away until the very last second.

Not only her, but the other two were the same.

No one wanted to miss this long-awaited scene.

Could humans defeat the devils?

During the hundreds of years the Taquila survivors spent underground, no one dared to ask this question. At that time, their perseverance was more for responsibility, for the sacrificed sisters. As for the final result, a little contemplation would produce a sense of resistance, fearing to destroy their unremitting efforts and fighting will. The dark vault they saw when looking up every day was their deepest feeling in memory.

And this darkness was broken by a brilliant blue light.

It wasn't a pure blue, different from things like paint, pigments, gems, or lake water. Pasha found it difficult to describe specifically—it was more like white to the point of excess, resulting in a "hallucination" that leaned towards blue.

The light rapidly expanded along the horizon, and in an instant, illuminated the earth!

She was stunned!

This was the first time she had seen something other than the sun and moon that could illuminate the entire earth—it was definitely not an illusion. She clearly saw the originally darkened snowfield return to its daytime appearance, with trees casting heavy shadows on the snow, and the closer to the center of the white light, the clearer the outline of the earth.

Almost at the same time, Pasha felt a sharp stinging pain in front of her, as if her skin was being burned, and that was exactly the experience of being exposed to the midday sun.

However, she felt no fear in her heart, and even opened all her tentacles to welcome this light that broke through the darkness.

If it could bring new hope to mankind, what was this pain?

It would only bring more joy!

The light lasted for less than a second, then turned from blue to white, and from white to red. Then the ground trembled violently, and the oncoming air current brought up flakes of snow, hitting the outer wall of the shelter building, making a crackling sound. Finally, there was a deafening roar, which lasted so long that it seemed the entire earth was roaring.

After the explosion, the world returned to silence.

On the distant horizon, a strange cloud appeared, large at the top, with crimson flames churning.

Lighting up the sky with one's own strength, this was definitely an effect that no firearm could match!

Fifteen kilometers away, they could still feel such power. What would it be like if they were up close?

Pasha could already imagine the scene of the new weapon exploding in the midst of the devil hordes.

She had thought that the bombardment of hundreds of cannons was already the most shocking scene, but compared to this, it seemed a little insignificant.

If the artillery exercise two years ago refreshed the worldview of every Taquila witch, then this experiment could be said to have reshaped the concepts that had finally taken shape in their minds.

"Wow————————————!"

Loud cheers erupted in the command post and observation room.

The main tentacles of the three High Awoken witches were intertwined.

"Is this really something we can create?" Rarely, Erilcha didn't use terms like "mortal" or "ordinary person" to distinguish between them.

"Of course! I was responsible for processing part of the outer shell," Celine said, her tone full of excitement. "But to be honest, I didn't expect this thing to really be as His Majesty said..."

"Why?"

"Uh... because leaders always like to draw cakes to lure everyone forward. Wasn't that how the Three Chiefs encouraged us back then...? Wait, I'm not saying that's wrong, don't tell Roland Majesty!"

"Alright, alright," Pasha interrupted, "Now, what do you think the outcome of the Divine Will Battle will be?"

"We can win, we can definitely win!" Celine replied without hesitation.

"And maybe we don't have to drag it out until the next Red Moon," Erilcha also expressed her agreement.

A year ago, the standard for victory was to withstand the devil's attack, hold on until the end of the Divine Will Battle, and find an opportunity to develop four hundred years later.

Unconsciously, this standard had been raised a lot.

"As expected..." Pasha finally smiled. "We all think alike."

Humans could defeat the devils.

And perhaps it could happen faster than they expected.

Because that darkness no longer existed.

...

Among all the cheering crowds, only Roland and Anna remained calmly.

"How was it?" Anna asked, taking off her sunglasses.

"At least we've taken the first step." Roland spread his hands. The device triggered a fission reaction, no doubt. That dazzling flash was proof. Otherwise, relying solely on the thousands of kilograms of explosives in the device, it would have been impossible to cause such a big commotion. But judging from the subsequent shock wave and smoke plume, it was obviously a far cry from the effect he had expected—they should have been more violent. "As for the specific results, we have to wait for the command post to collect all the on-site data before we can make a judgment."

Half an hour later, the various experiment teams successively brought back the "detection devices" set up around the site—fluttering papers. Since the existing technical means in Neverwinter City could not accurately measure the explosive yield, Roland naturally thought of the method of "using paper to measure power."

When the shock wave blew to this place, these pieces of paper would be thrown up by the wind, and due to the influence of the blast wind, the distance they fell would be farther than before. By comparing this difference, the approximate yield of the explosion could be estimated. Roland didn't need to calculate it himself. He had copied a complete parameter table from the Dream World, and only needed to compare the statistical results.

Although this method had a certain error, it was enough to guide the experiment.

The conclusion after comparison was as expected, not much different from the prediction.

The power of the principle device explosion this time was only about three thousand tons of TNT equivalent, while the amount of uranium-235 invested was as high as forty kilograms. If the first atomic bomb used in actual combat, "Little Boy," had only 6% of its raw materials participating in the fission reaction, with an explosive yield of 13,000 tons of TNT, then the nuclear material utilization rate of this experiment was less than 2%, which could be said to be a "dirty bomb."

Of course, it couldn't be said that Roland was too disappointed. After all, there was no strict standard for dirty bombs in the history of weapons. Compared with the later small nuclear weapons with utilization rates as high as 70 or 80 percent, all the old predecessors put into actual combat could be classified as dirty bombs. A 152mm howitzer shell with only a few kilograms of explosives could cause amazing damage, let alone 3,000 tons of TNT.

For the experiment, the No. 1 principle device could not be considered very successful, but it was still a deadly weapon.

"It seems that this road will indeed be very long," Anna put down the form and breathed a sigh of relief, but there was no discouragement in her eyes, but full of fighting spirit.

"That's right." Roland nodded.

He didn't expect to reach the goal at once. Next, he would find out the reason, constantly improve it, until it could truly compete with the sun.