In the rear positions of the beastmen army, those soldiers who had been too slow to keep up with the main force, those who hadn't yet been able to charge through due to the narrow Eagle's Nest Pass—they were both lucky and unlucky!

They hadn't yet entered the Dawn people's bombardment range. They didn't need to directly face those terrifying magic bombs and the magical turbulence formed by the frenzied bombing. They didn't need to directly face death, but they faced something more terrifying than death.

They witnessed the legendary, incredibly powerful minotaur knight regiments' destruction. They witnessed the complete death of the terrifying Mad Lion tribe's elite. They witnessed the total annihilation of the giant elephant legions. They witnessed countless invincible beings in their hearts who, even with the God of War's blessing, couldn't approach the enemy's fortress... In this moment, their inner faith shook. Their worldview shook. They felt they must have fallen into some kind of illusion. They watched with shattered hearts and minds, staring in complete disbelief, muttering frantically...

The physical suffering made those beastmen directly receiving enemy bombardment too distracted to think about what was happening—they just wanted to escape, fleeing from pure bodily instinct. But these beastmen whose bodies remained unharmed had to endure a complete reconstruction of their worldview. Some with weaker minds had already drawn their own weapons, stabbing them into their hearts or cutting their own throats...

At least... they died on the battlefield.

At least... this aspect of death was still within their understanding.

At least... they confirmed they were on a real battlefield. It was just that they had previously lived in a false world.

More and more beastmen fell into chaos and madness. Suicides were everywhere, not to mention those attacking their own companions. Countless beastmen began using this method to vent the intense unease and unknown terror in their hearts...

The horses panicked!

The oxen panicked!

The elephants panicked!

These livestock carrying supplies seemed to have reached their limit too, beginning to charge around wildly like the war beasts ahead. Some beastmen who still retained some rationality tried desperately to control these animals, but how could they manage it...

Finally, those beastmen who hadn't been scared out of their wits, who hadn't fallen into chaos, began retreating, began fleeing. Even among them were some brave souls who began trying to restore their authority amid the chaos, reorganizing some forces...

Finally, the beastmen near Eagle's Nest Pass began a full retreat. The beastmen who had been attacked were fleeing, and those who had witnessed the battlefield's horror were fleeing...

At the very back, those beastmen who hadn't even seen what happened were thrown into disorder by the sudden retreat of their "own people." Trampling, collisions, and cries of pain filled the entire rear.

One side desperately wanted to escape for their lives, while the other still wanted to advance.

They belonged to different tribes, had different leaders, and their banners, commands, and even languages had certain differences.

The scene was incredibly chaotic.

On the other side of Eagle's Nest Pass, in the beastmen's homeland, the middle and rear sections of beastmen crashed into each other in confusion.

Countless beastmen were trampled to death by their own frenzied people.

Countless were scattered.

Countless were swept along and began running around with those around them.

Some were pushed back to the apocalyptic battlefield, others began fleeing in terror toward the depths of their homeland...

Finally, they realized they had been defeated!

The beastmen in the far rear couldn't understand why—why, when they had gathered hundreds of thousands of soldiers, they could suffer defeat so quickly...

They learned about the battlefield situation from other "beastmen brothers" around them. They vaguely understood it seemed related to those thunderous sounds...

Could it be that the Dawn people also had divine assistance?

Could it be that the God of War had been defeated?

It couldn't possibly be that the Dawn people had prepared tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of mages, could it?

Some relatively clear-headed beastmen chieftains quickly came to the largest tent in the group. They wanted to use the high priestess's supreme authority to temporarily stabilize this seemingly collapsing force.

But when they entered the tent, the scene made every one of their breaths stop!

Twilight City.

"General, scouts report that the enemy has begun a full retreat!"

On the city walls, Lucina gazed ahead. Seeing that most enemies had already withdrawn from the attack range, she breathed a sigh of relief. Just then, a messenger ran over and respectfully reported.

Actually, calling him a messenger—they were more like communications soldiers, because with the Magic Net's assistance, message transmission had become incredibly fast.

For instance, the person who sent back news of the current retreat was actually on the cliffs of Eagle's Nest Pass right now. Normal travel might take several hours to relay the message, but with the Magic Net, it could be transmitted almost in real time.

"This war... really was easy!" The defense commander looked ahead and couldn't help shaking his head. "I was still thinking we could use some of the Roster territory's new close-combat weapons! What a bunch of rabble!"

Almost simultaneously, the vast majority of mages in the ranks learned through the Magic Net that the enemy had been repelled, that a hundred thousand enemy troops had begun scattering. Immediately they were all smiling with joy, sharing the news with nearby ordinary soldiers or supernatural beings like knights.

Such a terrifying enemy army had actually retreated just like that.

Such a terrifying projection, an enemy army with divine support, had actually withdrawn just like that.

Countless people felt a sense of unreality.

Many people, like the defense commander, let out deep sighs, but then couldn't help thinking, 'Not needing close combat is pretty good too!' No close combat meant no casualties, no fallen comrades, and rich spoils of war.

Thank the God of Technology!

War had truly changed!

On the walls, within the city, countless warriors and countless logistics personnel couldn't help but pray again to the God of Technology.

In the divine realm, Ren could even feel his faith power beginning to boil.

The faith power seemed to be starting to overflow.

He felt like he was about to begin transforming!

"Not needing close combat is pretty good." Lucina voiced what almost every soldier was thinking. "Except for those attacked by the miracle at the beginning, we hardly have a single minor injury, right? This is the real miracle—a miracle belonging to the God of Technology! Besides, the war isn't over."

"Aren't the beastmen already retreating?" The defense commander strongly agreed with Lucina's earlier words. Although there had been no close combat, he had to admit that a war with zero losses was truly exciting. But Lucina's last statement left him stunned.

"Who said that just because they retreated, this war is over?" Lucina smiled. "Don't you think those close-combat weapons could actually be upgraded?"

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