Pasha, on the other hand, had a clearer view.
The original carriers didn't rely on their eyes. For her, Alethea, and Celine, any of their tentacles could be used as their eyes, so they couldn't wear anything to block the light.
Even though Roland had reminded them that it was best to avoid looking directly at the center of the explosion for five to ten seconds after the detonation, they didn't look away until the very last second.
It wasn't just her; the other two did the same.
No one wanted to miss this long-awaited scene.
Could humans defeat demons?
During the hundreds of years that the Taquila survivors had been hiding underground, no one dared to ask this question. At that time, they had gritted their teeth and persevered for the sake of their responsibility and their sisters who had sacrificed themselves. As for the final outcome, anyone who thought about it would feel resistant, afraid that their unremitting efforts and fighting spirit would be destroyed. The pitch-black ceiling that they saw every day when they raised their heads was the deepest impression in their memories.
And this darkness was broken by a brilliant blue light.
It wasn't pure blue. Unlike pigments, paint, gems, or lake water, Pasha found it hard to describe — it was more like an illusion that it was blue because it was too white.
The light expanded rapidly along the horizon and illuminated the land in an instant!
She couldn't help but be dumbfounded!
This was the first time she had seen something other than the sun and the moon that could illuminate the entire land — it wasn't an illusion. She clearly saw the originally dark snowfield return to its daytime appearance. Trees cast heavy shadows on the snow, and the closer one got to the center of the white light, the clearer the outline of the land became.
Almost at the same time, Pasha felt a sharp pain in front of her, as if her skin was burning. This was the experience of being exposed to the midday sun.
But she didn't feel the slightest fear in her heart. She even opened all the tentacles on her body to receive the light that broke through the darkness.
If it could bring new hope to humans, what was this little bit of pain?
It would only bring more pleasure in return!
The light only lasted for less than a second before it turned from blue to white, and then from white to red. Then, the ground shook violently, and the airflow that rushed toward them brought up pieces of flying snow, which hit the outer wall of the bunker, making a crackling sound. Finally, there was a deafening roar that lasted for a long time, as if the entire earth was roaring.
After the explosion, the world became quiet again.
A strange cloud appeared on the horizon in the distance. It was large at the top and small at the bottom, like a mushroom extending upwards. At the top of the mushroom, dark red flames could still be seen rolling.
Lighting up the sky with his own strength was definitely an effect that no firearm could compare to!
He could feel such power from 15 kilometers away. What would it be like if he was close by?
Pasha could already imagine the scene when the new weapon exploded among the demons.
She had thought that the bombardment of over a hundred cannons was already the most shocking scene, but compared to this scene, it was not even worth mentioning.
If the artillery drill two years ago could be said to have changed the worldview of every Taquila Witch, then this experiment could be said to have reshaped the concepts that they had painstakingly formed in their minds.
"Whoosh!"
Enthusiastic cheers erupted in the command post and observation room.
The main tentacles of the three Senior Witches were also entangled together.
For the first time, Alethea didn't call them mortals or ordinary people to distinguish them.
Celine's voice was full of excitement.
Pasha interrupted.
Celine replied without hesitation.
Alethea also expressed her agreement.
A year ago, the standard of victory was to resist the attack of the demons, persist until the end of the Battle of Divine Will, and then look for opportunities after 400 years of development.
Unknowingly, this standard had been raised a lot.
Pasha finally laughed.
Humans could defeat demons.
And it might be faster than they had expected.
That was because that expanse of darkness no longer existed.
…
Among all the jubilant crowd, only Roland and Anna maintained their usual calmness.
"What's the result?" Anna asked as she took off her sunglasses.
"At least we've taken the first step." Roland spread his hands. The theoretical device had undoubtedly triggered a fission reaction. That extremely dazzling flash was proof. Otherwise, it would have been impossible to cause such a huge wave just by relying on the thousands of kilograms of explosives in the device. But judging from the subsequent shock wave and smoke column, it was obvious that the effect was quite different from what he had expected — they should have been more violent. "As for the specific result, we can only make a judgment after the command post has collected all the on-site data."
Half an hour later, the experimental teams successively brought back the "detection devices" set up around the site — floating papers. Since it was impossible to accurately measure the yield of the explosives with the current technical means in Neverwinter, Roland naturally thought of using "paper to measure the power" method.
When the airwave blew here, the paper would be thrown into the air, and affected by the explosion wind, the paper would fall farther than before. Based on this difference, the approximate yield of the explosion could be estimated — Roland did not need to calculate it himself. He had already copied a complete parameter table from the Dream World, and he only needed to compare the statistical results.
Although there was a certain error in this method, it was enough to guide the experiment.
After comparison, the result was not much different from what he had expected.
The power of the theoretical device explosion this time was only about 3,000 tons of TNT, and the amount of uranium-235 used was as much as 40 kilograms. If the first atomic bomb "Little Boy" used only 6% of the raw materials to participate in the fission reaction, and the explosive yield was 13,000 tons of TNT, then the nuclear material utilization rate in this experiment was less than 2%, and it could be said to be a "dirty bomb."
Of course, it was not to say that Roland was very disappointed. After all, in the history of weapons, there was no such thing as a so-called "dirty bomb" standard. Compared with the small nuclear weapons that were often used as high as tens of times, these veterans that had been put into actual combat were all classified as dirty bombs. A 152mm grenade with a charge of only a few kilograms could cause astonishing damage, let alone 3,000 tons of TNT.
In terms of the experiment, the first theoretical device could not be considered very successful, but it was still a deadly weapon.
"It looks like the road ahead will be very long." Anna put down the form and let out a long breath. Her eyes were not the slightest bit discouraged, but full of fighting spirit.
"That's right." Roland nodded.
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