The Magical Revolution of a Reincarnated Blood Princess and a Holy Maiden of Light

“The Holy Scripture says divine messengers have white wings.” “It doesn’t say they can’t have black wings.” “The Holy Scripture says all vampires are demons.” “It doesn’t say all demons are evil.” “The Holy Scripture says divine messengers usually descend to the mortal world amid seven-colored auspicious signs...” “Hey, look. Aren’t the lights on this Dayun truck colorful?” She transmigrated to another world to farm, with a Dayun truck from the start. It should have been a wonderful beginning, but Lilith, the rightful heir to the vampire clan, accidentally landed in Church territory. Her immediate priority was to win over the Saintess, who didn’t look particularly bright. [The Church is in decline? The demons are invading in force?] [You’re worried I’m a spy sent by the demons?] After hearing the Saintess’s concerns, Lilith gave a wicked smile. From that day on, the Dayun truck became the vehicle once used by the Goddess. The AK-47 became the legendary sure-hit spear, Gungnir. Magic-guided orbital weapons were even hailed as divine punishment from the Light. By the time magic-powered machinery had spread across the world, and even holy water could be mass-produced with fully automated prayer machines, the Saintess suddenly realized something. “Wait... I don’t think our Goddess does that kind of thing?” She went to Lilith, who had already crushed the demon army and led the Church in reclaiming countless lost lands, and asked cautiously: “Are you... really a divine messenger?” Lilith set down the book she was studying, “Principles of Compiling Magic Machine Languages,” and nodded gently. “I am.”