Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 593 A smooth return journey
Compared to the uneasiness before the game, after achieving a hard-fought first victory, Xavi's worries were finally put at ease temporarily.

At the beginning of spring, he made a public speech to all the people of the kingdom, officially announcing that the national regime under his rule was renamed the United Kingdom of Saint Valen and the North, and clarified the important status of Spark City as the capital of the kingdom.

With the publication of administrative notices and newspapers, people everywhere quickly learned of the news. They also learned from official channels about the Northern Army's inspiring victory. For a time, almost everyone in the kingdom was eagerly discussing the topic of alien invasion.

The City Hall also took this opportunity to officially change its name to the Department of State, parallel to the Ministry of Defence, which also underwent a restructuring, and became the highest command department for military and political management in the United Kingdom.

As the training and recruitment of military and political officials at all levels gradually matured, Harvey also unloaded a large part of the work burden... Nowadays, there are not many government affairs that require his personal attention. Most of the time, he only needs to attend important meetings and act as a ruthless signing machine.

With more free time, he was finally able to focus on curing his "fear of insufficient firepower". Several new military research and development projects immediately entered the preparation stage in full swing.

As soon as the spring plowing began, the entire northern border seemed to wake up from hibernation. From farms to mining areas, industrial parks and garrisoned troops, new facilities and buildings could be seen everywhere, and people were busy coming and going all day long.
The two railway tracks at the Kingdom Central Station are so busy all day long that the vitality of the entire city is enough to amaze all newcomers who come here.

Spark Weekly had just published its latest issue, and the next day the victorious Northern Army returned.

The people who had received the news from the newspapers early on spontaneously gathered outside the city to welcome their war heroes, and the cheers and applause almost resounded through the mountaintops.

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After finishing his official duties, Vaughn led a group of officers and battle mages such as the Son of Fire to the castle to meet the Emperor who had been waiting for a long time.

"Your Majesty, we have successfully completed our mission in this raid against the alien race in Great Bear Lake..." The Orc officer knelt on one knee and saluted Harvey with his sword in hand.

Harvey smiled and waved his hand. After they took their seats, he slowly spoke, "This was a hard-fought victory. The Northern Army has never paid such a heavy price since its founding... Despite this, your performance did not disappoint me. The soldiers fought bravely, unafraid of the enemy's brutality. I am very pleased."

This praise clearly revealed the emperor's recognition and preference for the army's performance, which immediately made the Son of Flame and Storm Walker, who were left aside, feel a little embarrassed... The Fire Mage coughed twice subconsciously, but didn't know what to say. He stared at the empty space with a dejected expression.

"Mr. Fell, Mr. Willy, our battle mages have also performed exceptionally well. The facts are just as I said... The close coordination between spellcasters and mortal soldiers in battle will surely enable us to better control the battlefield situation and completely defeat the invading enemy."

Hearing the sincerity that could not be ignored in Harvey's words, and the fact that he addressed this group of battle mages who had come from afar as "we" without distinction, Stormwalker felt a warmth in his heart, and the resentment and shame that he had been holding back for a long time were swept away.

He immediately stood up, breaking with his usual ancient wizard etiquette. He clenched his fist against his chest and gave Harvey a Northern salute. He said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, this battle has taught us a lot. I finally understand the true meaning of that phrase you often say... 'Unity is strength'."

Harveyton felt ashamed and nodded slightly. Then he turned to the still stunned Son of Flame and said with a smile, "Mr. Fair, I hope you are not disappointed by the talent and strength of my commander."

Fey suddenly remembered the arrogant remarks he made before the expedition. His old face flushed and he said hesitantly: "Colonel Vaughan...his control over the battlefield situation really lived up to my expectations. At the most critical moment...it was he who decisively used the secret weapon given by His Majesty, which instantly broke the stalemate and enabled us to achieve victory." It was rare for this old "argumentative person" to be submissive in person. He did not act rashly or impulsively during the entire operation, and did not do anything dangerous...Harvey also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Who would have thought that the next second the other party would immediately become arrogant, as if the humiliating admission just now had never happened.

"But Your Majesty... you gave Colonel Vaughan a secret weapon, but why do your bloodline warriors also have new equipment that we've never seen before? That bolter! Yes! Why aren't they issued to the battle mages? Are you treating them differently?"

Harvey shook his head helplessly, smiled bitterly, raised his hand and beckoned the deputy captain of the guard standing beside him, and ordered: "Iron Head, give your pistol to Mr. Fair for trial."

Tietou grinned and whispered, "Your Majesty, the bolter is too heavy. If it's not... unless we're escorting you out, we never carry it with us in the castle."

Vaughn silently winked at his adjutant, who immediately sent someone to fetch an empty gun from the Royal Guards' armory. After two or three quick assembly steps, he handed it to Fair.

The Son of Fire curled his lips, raised his hand and grasped the gun handle directly... He picked it up and examined it carefully without changing his expression.

It is less than half the length of a magic gun, but slightly longer than a revolver. The caliber of the barrel is larger, more than twice that of a conventional magic weapon. This also means that the bullets it is equipped with should not be underestimated.

A miniature portable artillery?

He followed the way the soldier had just assembled the gun and skillfully checked the magazine on the gun handle, only to find that there was only room for one bullet.

"This thing can only fire a single shot. The magic explosive bullet is extremely powerful. Ordinary gun casting techniques simply can't guarantee it won't explode immediately, so they have to mix it with a large amount of magic minerals... As a result, although it looks like a short gun, it actually weighs over fifty pounds."

Except for the Sons of Fire who are keen on the demonic transformation of their bodies, traditional battle mages simply cannot afford such weight. Carrying it with them will only make them lose their flexibility and maneuverability, and will not be able to expand their advantages.

The Fire Mage, however, was unfazed. He grinned and said, "Such a powerful heavy weapon should naturally only be wielded by those who are capable. Your Majesty, please issue it to me... I will apply for the quota of ammunition myself later."

After saying that, he accepted the new gun in his hand in front of everyone with a smile.

"You can take it if you like. All new weapons developed in Spark City will be tested by fellow mages in the New Union. If they're suitable for distribution... I definitely won't hide them."

Harvey spread his hands and said with a smile to the high-level battle mages in the hall who had surprised expressions on their faces.

(End of this chapter)