God of Technology: Creating the Internet in Another World-Chapter 386: A Stress-Relief Mini-Game

Although while waiting for the watch wall to be repaired, all Tech Combat Clerics stayed in place without going deep inside.

But facing enemies surging like tides, gradually, they also started adapting to the Church of Technology’s combat mode.

Using several turrets that could fire high-level magic as the core, assisted by large numbers of flame-type magic cannons that could release low to mid-level magic, they bombarded and swept the ice spirits’ gathering points—or rather, areas where ice spirits appeared on a large scale.

After one round of bombardment and burning, the Tech Combat Clerics wearing War Soldier 2.0, fearless of flames, began one-on-one or many-on-one attacks on relatively hidden enemies or enemies not directly burned to death.

The key point here was "heavy firepower suppression."

Don’t care about magic power loss. As long as enemies appeared, directly conduct large-scale saturation bombing.

People who were originally a bit worried gradually discovered that this war the Church of Technology conducted against ice spirits was actually a bit different from what they imagined. Everything seemed to become... a stress-relief mini-game.

In the vast majority of situations, after saturation bombing, those ice spirits were almost impossible to still exist.

The occasional ice spirit that appeared roaring and charging toward the Tech Combat Clerics also couldn’t reach the Tech Combat Clerics at all before being shattered by rays.

The imagined bloody melee fighting simply had no chance to occur.

"The Church of Technology—terrifying!"

"This combat method is simply unheard of!"

"Under those big guys’ bombardment, whatever ice spirits are directly blown apart and burned. Even if some withstand the burning, they can’t block the next round of shooting at all. These are the ice spirits that have troubled us for countless years?"

"The Church of Technology’s combat clerics are really too strong. It’s not that these ice spirits are weak. If you’ve ever experienced the despair ice spirits bring, you’d know—even if you shatter their brains, even if you shatter their hearts, they’ll still attack. No matter how many times you slash, as long as they can still move, they’ll attack. Once you’re hit by them, you’ll become the next ice spirit."

"That biggest cannon firing once is equivalent to one high-level magic. Those flames are countless low to mid-level magics. Even the Gray Fort Empire’s magician legions would have difficulty bursting out such combat power. Even if they did burst out, it couldn’t be sustained!"

"The Tech Combat Clerics, no, the Church of Technology, is really changing the combat mode of all time! I feel like our country’s army, in front of this kind of tech legion, is the same as these ice spirits—like they could be chopped up like vegetables."

"Suddenly thinking, if Wolf General leads an army like this, could she easily take down the entire Teylir Emirates?"

"..."

Watching countless ice spirits that made the human race fear, that made all intelligent life fear for who knows how many years, die one after another—dying in extremely miserable ways, and dying thoroughly, definitely impossible to appear again—countless people couldn’t help but exclaim.

Gray Fort Empire capital.

The Gray Fort Emperor watched this livestream. His expression didn’t change at all, but inside his heart, it was like monstrous waves were rising.

The Church of Technology had actually become terrifying to this degree?

How long had it been since the Church of Technology’s war with the Church of the God of War?

Back when facing the Church of the God of War’s threat, the Church of Technology deployed large amounts of Magic Conductors. The strongest among them were clerics wearing War Soldier 1.0 and some other auxiliary weapons.

Facing such a Church of Technology, although the Gray Fort Emperor was vigilant, he didn’t feel fear, because he believed his army, his magician legions and knight legions, assisted by ordinary soldiers, could contend with them.

Especially when the other side wasn’t numerous and costs were huge.

But how long had it been? The Church of Technology had actually manufactured so many even more powerful weapons and cultivated so many Tech Combat Clerics...

Watching those Tech Combat Clerics who in such a short time went from chaotic to neat, uniform, and extremely skilled, how could he not understand? Probably the Church of Technology could very easily cultivate batch after batch of Tech Combat Clerics.

If one day they needed to face such enemies, would there really be a chance?

Probably even if they dispatched all the Gray Fort Empire’s legendary-level powerhouses, there wouldn’t be much chance, right?!

A kind of fear, a fear of feeling the world had already departed from his understanding, began spreading in the Gray Fort Emperor’s heart.

He fell into deep confusion. Maybe if things went wrong, everything he’d worked hard for would all be in vain, unless...

After a flash of inspiration, he suddenly wondered whether he should just conduct even deeper binding with the Church of Technology, have more people believe in the Church of Technology. That way, their relationship with the Church of Technology would become subtle.

I already believe in the Church of Technology—the Church of Technology’s combat clerics can’t very well come attack me, right?

The Gray Fort Emperor seemed to grasp a lifeline and began pondering.

Directly having everyone believe was obviously impossible and not something he could do.

How about starting from places with Magic Conductor workshops?

And starting from people who’d already begun new construction facilities and could get benefits?

They got benefits from the Church of Technology, then went to believe in the God of Technology—naturally very reasonable, no problems at all. Potential conflicts that could erupt would be smaller.

Gradually, they’d influence their families, neighbors, friends...

Magic Conductors indeed would make everyone’s life convenient. It wasn’t like most churches—just empty talk.

Nations considering things like the Gray Fort Empire’s emperor weren’t rare. Even some foreign race nations started thinking.

Even these foreign races needed to consider more things, more urgent things.

Teylir Emirates.

Several top-tier tribe leaders gathered together, watching the images coming from the Magic Net. Every face was pale as paper. "Damn it, how did the Church of Technology become powerful to this degree?!"

"This kind of army is actually controlled by Wolf General. What if she targets us?"

"Can the Red Leaf Forest really block enemies like this? Even our ancestral spirits probably would have difficulty blessing us under attacks like this, right?"

As the Teylir Emirates’ highest tier, the chiefs of various top-tier tribes, although they felt helpless about losing half their territory, they’d always felt that Wolf General didn’t continue deeper because the Red Leaf Forest could block their attack’s footsteps.

They’d originally firmly believed that sooner or later, one day, they could counterattack back and reclaim everything they’d lost.

But at this moment, they truly feared.

Even felt some despair.

Enemies like this—could the Red Leaf Forest really block them?

Probably after one round of attacks, the entire Red Leaf Forest would turn to nothing.

Originally, they were still pondering whether to raid their former territory while Wolf General wasn’t there. But now... was there still meaning?

Once Wolf General returned, wouldn’t the vast land quickly be seized again?

At that time, they’d probably only face even more terrifying revenge.