Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 523 Supplies Arrival
Old Hughes stood in the underground palace of the Stoneheart Hermitage, staring in amazement at what was happening before his eyes.

Dozens of steel-forged alchemical creatures crawled back and forth on the damaged ritual array, constantly using their flexible and sharp legs to carry out the complex task of repairing and improving it. The delicate operations that previously required the joint efforts of several mid-level spellcasters could now be easily replaced by alchemical creatures that completely lacked human intelligence.

The only two spellcasters in this army also looked like they were watching from the sidelines, completely detached from the matter, and seemed to have great trust in the autonomous actions of these alchemical creations.

Is this also the power they gain from the gift?
"Your Excellencies, can these alchemical creations truly repair and perfect the teleportation array on their own?" Old Hughes swallowed and asked dryly, "This array was created over a hundred years ago. The spell model and rune construction are vastly different from today's..."

The male high-ranking mage known as the Eye of Illusion glanced at him sideways, but didn't intend to answer. Instead, the female high-ranking mage known as the Astrologer calmly and coldly explained, "This isn't an ordinary alchemical creation. It's your Majesty's life-alchemy technique... After undergoing a soul-building process called [Programming], it can handle many tasks on its own without requiring human control or frequent instructions. You wouldn't understand even if I explained more."

Life Refinement…Soul Construction…[Programming]…

Old Hughes' heart skipped a beat. Isn't this the legendary forbidden technique of stealing the authority of the gods and giving dead things wisdom and life?

The gift from the Supreme Being actually contains something so terrifying. I wonder what a huge price I will have to pay to obtain it...

He didn't dare to think about it any further, and quickly took two steps back and lowered his head again.

"Alright, the array repairs are almost complete. Next, I'll try to establish my first connection with Spark City's central server." The Eye of Illusion pulled out a delicate brass instrument from its storage ring. It was almost identical to the one Old Hughes had received from Wayne. "Once the connection application is submitted, it should be approved quickly... but it will probably take some time for the supplies to arrive."

After saying that, he raised his hand and quickly tapped on the keys of the instrument, causing old Hughes, who had just lowered his head, to look up again and concentrate on watching the entire set of input actions of the Eye of Illusion, wishing he could memorize it firmly in his mind immediately.

Wayne glanced sideways at the old priest and couldn't help but smirk... It seemed that this cult old man had mistakenly taken the Northern Army's communication signal and the password to access the Internet as a ritual prayer requesting blessings from the gods.

This set of network passwords is one-time and will be immediately shuffled and reorganized after use. Only the commander level of the campaign operation can have a higher-level set of fixed codes and can re-obtain a new network password.

The Eye of Illusion worked for a long time in front of the magic brain instrument before successfully connecting this old continental teleportation array to the magic network, and finally connected it with the planetary energy gathering array and the magic brain center far away in Spark City.

The Stoneheart Hermitage contributed almost all of the high-level magic stones they had accumulated over the years, and finally succeeded in activating the modified long-distance teleportation array.

After a violent tremor and buzzing sound, a large number of tightly packed supply boxes began to appear one after another in the center of the teleportation array that suddenly lit up... Wayne was overjoyed and quickly called out to the soldiers waiting on the side, and cooperated with the alchemy beasts to rush forward and unload the goods quickly.

Bullets, shells, liquid magic energy, alchemical beast repair parts, firearms and artillery repair and replacement parts, and military supplies and medicines are all available.

Amidst the mountain of supplies, Wayne even spotted a fair share of "luxury rations"—candy and cigarettes designed to relieve stress and tension for soldiers on long expeditions, and thickened uniforms to protect against the cold. The runes on the teleportation array gradually dimmed. The astrologer stepped forward to examine it, then shook his head. "The high-level magic stones only last for a short time, barely enough for teleportation for less than half an hour. Headquarters says they haven't had time to deliver at least a third of the supplies yet."

Old Hughes felt his heart bleed. This was the precious magic stone reserve his organization had painstakingly accumulated over a decade, and yet, to activate and activate the sacrificial array, it could only last half an hour...

The Eye of Illusion closed the magic brain instrument, turned to look at Wayne and said, "Headquarters sent an inquiry, saying that if necessary, we can extract some of the liquid magic energy we are carrying to restart the teleportation array, so that they can send more supplies."

Wayne shook his head to refuse. In order to save ammunition and supplies as much as possible in this long-distance military operation, the liquid magic energy they carried was very precious. It could only be used to build a permanent teleportation array after reaching the gap in the Divine Ridge Mountain... It must not be wasted on an old temporary teleportation array.

This is also because the magic model and rune construction of this teleportation array are too ancient, and it is simply unable to undertake the task of transporting liquid magic energy over long distances. The unstable array structure will only cause the sensitive magic energy to change its form during ultra-long-distance space travel. Perhaps what was sent out from Spark City was a liquid energy storage tank, which directly turned into a solid state when it arrived in Highland City... or even a gaseous state that could not be converted for use.

"Don't worry, this batch of supplies will keep us going for a long time." Wayne smiled and turned to look at Old Hughes. "Master Priest, until we successfully reach the gap in the Divine Ridge Mountain, we will still need your help and the Priory's help to maintain the Highland City transmission supply point for us. As for the consumed magic stones... once the mission is successfully completed, Spark City will double the compensation!"

Old Hughes nodded repeatedly, and finally asked cautiously, "Lord Wayne, this gift from His Majesty... I wonder if we, the devout believers, can..."

Wayne and Eye of Illusion looked at each other, turned around and took out a short-handled revolver from a weapon supply box that had just been opened, weighed it in his hand, and handed it directly to the old priest.

"You will naturally receive a share of His Majesty's gift. This is a proper reward for your dedicated assistance during this period..." Wayne pointed at the brand-new revolver in Old Hughes's hand and said meaningfully, "Plus, since you have completely surrendered to His Majesty and sworn allegiance to him until death, you will receive a share of every supply shipment from now on."

Old Hughes was overjoyed, holding the heavy pistol in his hands and reluctant to let it go. Although he didn't know how to use it, he had seen the powerful power of these weapons with his own eyes and knew the precious value they represented. "Lord Wayne, how will we serve His Majesty from now on?"

"Defend Highland City, control the situation in the city, and closely monitor it to prevent the news of Highland City's fall from spreading..." Wayne leaned close to old Hughes' ear, and his low voice sounded like the devil's chant.

"I will give you at least thirty weapons like the one you hold, silent and wieldable by mortals... I will have capable believers among you carry them throughout Isengard... and secretly assassinate those church dignitaries and noble lords."

"For the Northern Army to advance northwards to the Great Rift of the Godspine Mountains and clear the obstacles from the interior of Isengard."

Let them become chaotic among themselves first. Once they become chaotic, they will have no time to pay attention to this isolated expeditionary force that is advancing deep into the enemy's territory.

(End of this chapter)