"You should all have heard our God's voice. Everyone can now claim one for themselves and activate it right here. The remaining rings will be sent to the Royal Mage Society and Magician Legions. Those of you with acquaintances there can head to the Society quickly to claim yours."
Grand Magician Andrew's expression was solemn, the sacred aura seemingly not yet faded from him.
Hearing this, the magicians quickly and orderly stepped forward to claim their Magic Net Rings.
Prayer sounds filled the air.
Light screens flickered.
Usernames entered.
Discussions in Magic Space instantly caught everyone's attention.
"There are already this many people using it?"
"What's with this post?! Someone's discussing water ball spells on a miraculous creation?! I take back what I said—water ball spells actually have this many variations!"
"Brother, what's your username? Let's be friends first!"
"Amazing—people from the watch wall camps can actually communicate with us 'southerners'!"
"You can use it like this too?! Post bounties for magic materials, send them to the Kingdom of Dawn's Runic Society, and get 3000 gold shields!"
"Praise the Goddess! Praise the God of Technology! I feel the world will change because of this!"
Grand Magician Andrew watched all this, unable to suppress a smile.
When he first activated the Magic Net and saw the internet for the first time, he'd had the same expression.
Really was magical!
Thinking this, he couldn't help but touch the ring on his finger.
About an hour later, Grand Magician Andrew brought the remaining rings to the palace.
"Excellent! Lord Andrew. Your faith in the Goddess of Magic has received unprecedented validation. From today forward, I'll entrust all matters concerning the Goddess of Magic within Gray Fort Empire to you, this respectable Grand Magician."
The Gray Fort Emperor's expression remained normal, but if someone with supernatural senses observed him, they'd definitely notice his heartbeat had quickened considerably, his eyes burning with intensity.
"In this miracle, our God granted Gray Fort Empire a total of 50,000 Magic Net Rings. 118 were distributed to believers who participated in the prayer ceremony according to divine instructions, and all remaining rings are here..."
Andrew quickly relayed all the deity's instructions.
The Gray Fort Emperor was silent for a moment: "Divine will must naturally be followed. Reserve 10,000 Magic Net Rings for the various Magician Legions and regional knight nobles. You'll handle the rest—I'll have them prepare an area at the Royal Mage Society for distributing Magic Net Rings."
"Rest assured, I'll ensure those belonging to the Magician Legions and regional knight nobles are all activated within five days."
Andrew nodded slightly, showing he could accept this arrangement.
So-called knight nobles weren't landowners but military nobles of knightly origin who'd achieved great battlefield merit. They were often distributed in Gray Fort Empire's border regions, protecting the empire's territorial safety for generations.
Such rapid communication naturally had to be used for national defense—that was the bottom line.
Just as the Gray Fort Emperor was contemplating how to distribute these miracles from the Goddess of Magic and God of Technology, in the Kingdom of Dawn, a young viscount stood on snowy night castle walls, his eyes full of solemnity.
"My lord, you should head to the earl's territory. Let me defend our lands. If... if the territory falls, you can request the earl's armies to come... They're not nobles—they won't follow noble rules of engagement!"
The guardian knight's face was resolute, seemingly having placed his life and death aside, yet he couldn't help but urge his lord.
"Where do you think they're from? Would mercenaries have so many supernatural beings? So many spellcasters?" Viscount Roster took a deep breath. "I've converted half my wealth into magic bombs from Coffin-Carrying Heddy. She's the earthly agent of the Goddess of Magic and God of Technology. I refuse to believe..."
Before he could finish, instinct made him sense multiple sources of malice nearby.
As a mid-level magician, he instantly became alert.
Danger was approaching!
Hostile individuals were lurking in the vicinity.
Numbers unknown.
But definitely not few.
Seeing his expression, the guardian knight also became alert, activating Eagle Eye and scanning all directions.
Soon, he locked onto one direction.
It was a group of thugs dressed as mercenaries and civilians, but any supernatural being would definitely notice they were all knights and mages with supernatural power... Even though most were knight squires, their numbers exceeded a hundred—disaster-level for any viscount's territory.
They charged forward, seemingly unconcerned about being detected by the castle's owner.
The guardian knight quickly sounded the alarm, having soldiers on the walls take up ranged weapons.
"Adjust formation—throwers forward! Leave a mage apprentice position beside each thrower. Mage apprentices activate the magic bombs, throwers hurl them out. Don't worry about what type of magic bombs they are—just throw them until everyone below is down!"
Viscount Roster's words left everyone present—whether guardian knight, soldiers, or mage apprentices experiencing castle walls for the first time—somewhat stunned.
What kind of tactic was this?!
They'd never heard of such a thing!
But thinking about how the viscount described these magic bombs as coming from deities, supposedly requiring just a wisp of magic to activate and creating substantial spell bombardment when thrown, they gradually understood the order.
Even so, they still found it somewhat incredible...
Would this really work?
Under the viscount's authority, after some adjustment, the 'battle formation' reformed.
By this time, those thugs were very close to the walls.
Some magicians had stayed back and begun chanting.
Watching magic power continuously gathering, the viscount gave the order. Mage apprentices hurriedly picked up magic bombs from the ground, inputting wisps of magic power, but nothing seemed to change—they even wondered if they'd made mistakes... As for the throwers, they were just strong regular soldiers and looked around in confusion.
Viscount Roster directly seized an activated magic bomb from a nearby apprentice and hurled it with force. With a thunderous boom, a flame vortex erupted not far below the walls, followed by screams.
Seeing this, the soldiers caught on and followed suit, throwing the 'crystals' from the mage apprentices' hands.
Flame vortexes, dancing vines, wildly growing ice spikes... Various spell-like special effects appeared frantically below the walls.
Almost without pause.
Below the walls, magicians who'd been chanting and about to hurl magic at the walls and gates were bombarded and scattered, many falling to the ground with unknown fates.
Watching this scene, Viscount Roster's soldiers grew increasingly excited, continuously hurling magic bombs while mage apprentices rapidly extracted crystals from boxes—the whole process flowing like an assembly line.
Anything that moved became their bombardment target.
Everything happened in those brief few minutes.
When nothing below seemed capable of movement, Viscount Roster snapped out of his shock and suddenly began shouting loudly: "Stop! All of you stop! Can't you see there are no more enemies?! Do you know how much each magic bomb is worth?!! Stop right now!"