"Upgrade?" The defense commander looked puzzled.

"The biggest difference between the Magic Conductor sword and other equipment developed by the Wild Mage is that it uses storage modules to activate and maintain a 'Magic Conductor sword,' allowing ordinary soldiers and knights to use it. Magic swords are naturally superior to most equipment." Lucina smiled as she explained. "But activating storage modules and activating magic swords still requires a mage's help..."

"You mean!" The defense commander couldn't help but perk up.

"Before yesterday, only magic could trigger magic, and the ways we humans could activate magic power were all through mages. But after seeing those 'landmines'?" Lucina's smile became even brighter. "If the Wild Mage could rely on those stones to create a way for ordinary people to activate Magic Conductors, what do you think would happen?"

"With sufficient funding, even ordinary people could unleash supernatural power... Of course, because of enhancements in reaction speed, perception, and so on, ordinary people using Magic Conductors still couldn't possibly match supernatural beings. But when facing other ordinary soldiers, they would be—invincible!"

The defense commander's breathing became rapid.

As a general capable of commanding such warfare, he had incredibly rich war experience. In this moment, he finally realized what Magic Conductors truly brought... He also realized just how remarkable their discovery was.

"We need to take action!"

"Yes, we must get our hands on all areas with those mines." Lucina nodded. "It's time to counterattack!"

"What about the capital?"

"Before the war started, His Majesty already said that the enemy has the right to open fire, but when the war ends isn't up to them." Lucina's tone was firm. "Right now, we're just executing His Majesty's orders."

As Lucina and the defense commander's orders spread, everyone on the walls quickly began counting remaining magic bombs and storage modules. The entire process flowed smoothly and orderly—none of the chaos of traditional warfare. Instead, it was like precision machinery, with each person like a gear operating quickly along their designated track.

The troops prepared quickly.

Half an hour later, Lucina excitedly led the army out, commanding a mighty force of three thousand knights and fifteen hundred mage apprentices or low-level mages, marching toward the Teylir Emirates. Less than five thousand people chasing tens of thousands, directly entering the invaders' homeland—if word of this got out, probably no one would believe it...

Once news spread, the entire Magic Space erupted in uproar.

"Oh my god! The war ended just like that?"

"God of War incarnation? Can resurrect?! The Teylir Emirates actually prayed for a God of War miracle!"

"Magic Conductors are way too terrifying! A few thousand defenders actually took out tens of thousands of miracle-blessed enemies, and now they're even chasing them!"

"Those who offend Dawn shall be punished, no matter how far they flee! They think they can start wars whenever they want and end them whenever they want? Impossible! Kill them all!"

The Magic Net was after all the mages' domain. Though plenty of church members had infiltrated it, it was still mainly dominated by non-believers. After learning about the battle situation, their discussions were extraordinarily bold for people of this era—they even dared criticize the God of War.

And at this moment, in the Gray Fort Empire's palace, the Gray Fort Emperor—ruler of humanity's peak empire—stared intently at the Magic Net, his face written with disbelief.

He had thought that Magic Conductors would affect the battle situation, but he never imagined things would develop like this...

"Magic Conductors... God of Technology... It seems my attitude should change..."

Roster Territory.

Count Vilan Wells, the first investor in Roster's magic bomb workshop, looked at the online information and couldn't help frowning. "The war ended so quickly! What should we do next?"

The war's sudden appearance made the kingdom especially value 'industrialized' production. In just a few days, nobles joining Viscount Roster's 'group' had exceeded fifty. With these nobles' full support, whether magic bomb or ray gun workshop scales had expanded dozens of times. Endless munitions flowed out from here daily.

But the war's sudden end also made Count Vilan Wells feel somewhat uneasy.

"My dear friend, your worry is unnecessary." After learning of his thoughts, Viscount Roster couldn't help but smile slightly. "What this world lacks least is war. This conflict merely gave us a chance to demonstrate Magic Conductors! Believe me, we haven't even satisfied a fraction of market demand yet. Instead of worrying about such things, why not help me... We need to hold a ritual now, a ritual for the God of Technology!"

Seeing Count Vilan Wells' stunned expression, Viscount Roster frowned slightly. "What? You haven't felt it?"

"No! I felt it, just... isn't prayer enough?"

In some mysterious way, all God of Technology believers had almost simultaneously developed the same thought—if conditions allowed, immediately conduct prayer or ritual activities... They didn't know why they had such thoughts, but in this world full of gods, they knew that having such thoughts meant they definitely had to act.

"That's for ordinary people, my friend. Do you think you're ordinary?" Viscount Roster shook his head slightly, said no more, and walked outside.

Count Vilan Wells quickly followed.

Roster Territory had a massive altar that Viscount Roster had built long ago.

He seemed to have always planned to worship the God of Technology.

Today, feeling some mysterious sensation and confirming the battle situation was stable, he simply came directly to the altar.

Around six o'clock, all God of Technology believers in Roster Territory had already bathed and burned incense, changed into white robes Viscount Roster had commissioned, and gathered at the altar.

Viscount Roster appeared at the altar and began chanting in low tones:

In the depths of the endless universe, in the distant reaches of time's river,

We, followers of technology, seekers of wisdom,

Here, to that supreme being who transcends the mortal world and weaves the laws of all things,

Offer our most sincere respect and endless longing.

Brilliant stars are the light of inspiration flickering in His eyes;

Mechanical roaring is His heartbeat echoing in the mortal world.

The earth beneath our feet was once undivided chaos,

And now, magic power interweaves, information flows like tides, all manifesting His will.

Ah, great God of Technology, He is the weaver of the Magic Net,

At His fingertips, data leaps, weaving the texture of the universe.

...

Great God of Technology, hear our call,

Under His protection, may technology's light shine forever,

Leading us toward a more glorious future,

At the universe's end, sharing with Him that final miracle!

As his chanting continued, the entire altar's atmosphere began changing. Every believer felt surrounded by some wonderful force.

Almost simultaneously, in the Kingdom of Dawn's capital, northern border, southern border, western border, eastern border, Gray Fort Empire... every believer praying at this moment felt surrounded by this wonderful force!

In the divine realm, Ren's body also began undergoing subtle changes. Countless faith power surged around him, as if carrying some indescribable rhythm!

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