Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

[Exploding Hand], [Brilliant Lament]

Yes, God's power has finally begun to grow again after a long period of stagnation.

In fact, even though he was only a D-rank, Roy never forgot about the [Stranger] module. After all, as the module description said, the power of God was just incomplete and incomplete, but it could be made up for. And the way to make up for it was very simple: to spread the light of God to more distant places and let more people know about it.

Roy had always done so. But ever since he obtained the [God's Garment] Scale-Catching Cloak, the power of the gods seemed to have stagnated, remaining inactive for a long time. Roy once thought that he would probably never get to enjoy this pie in the sky, until the Great Tranquility officially erupted.

The moment the beam of the railgun descended from the sky, a notification sounded in Roy's mind.

After the assembled Hai Si were completely annihilated by artillery fire, for some reason, the notification sound rang out a second time.

Roy could understand the first time, since the Iberians witnessed the railgun. But what about the second time? Could it be that besides the Iberians, others also witnessed a wave of divine glory, unknowingly enhancing God's prestige?

Although no definitive answer was obtained, the reward was real.

The most crucial part of the divine power, the [Exploding Hand], has arrived in Roy's collection warehouse. Its appearance remains unchanged, only smaller than Roy had anticipated, now appearing as a pendant on a small bracelet. Meanwhile, another part of the divine power, the [Tears of God], Radiant Weeping, has appeared in the real world as a pendant.

With these two items, Roy was very confident. Even if the Shard and the airship were not yet built according to the current timeline, it was still uncertain who would win when the thunderstorms clashed!

"So, use it with confidence, Amiya."

Roy patted Amiya on the shoulder, encouraging her.

Amiya finally made up her mind, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and soon a small black crown appeared on her head.

The black crown appeared to have no substance or weight, more like a 3D projection model. But as soon as it appeared, it began to radiate eerie black and red lines around it.

Roy looked at these lines. This was a manifestation of Amiya's Originium Arts, as well as the Demon King's Originium Arts. It could condense and form black magical projectiles to attack enemies. Its power was even comparable to Frostnova in Winter Scar form and Talulah's magic. It could also construct corresponding illusions according to its master's will, affecting the minds of those around them and making them deeply immersed in them.

Even Roy was momentarily stunned when he saw these bizarre lines. It wasn't that Amiya had deliberately added illusions, but rather that the Black Crown's own will had revealed just a glimpse of its true nature to Roy.

Among these scattered fragments of consciousness, Roy saw fighter jets soaring through the sky, orbits ascending into the sea of ​​stars, and concrete manifestations of warmth, happiness, joy, and all sorts of abstract emotions.

These emotions are indescribable in words, and should not even exist in physical form. However, the continuation of civilization, as a super-large compressed package, actually contains these things. The technology of the previous civilization had developed to the point that it also stored human emotions as data.

Intelligent AI.

The word flashed through Roy's mind, followed by a surge of admiration.

Roy never uses this high-risk, red technology, which almost inevitably leads to a rebellion by synthetic robots later on, when playing games.

Enabling machines to understand, master, and even acquire human emotions in a concrete way, is still somewhat too risky.

But before Roy could explore the secrets hidden among the other scattered fragments, a huge roar rang in everyone's ears.

Roy quickly looked in the direction from which the loud noise came. It was the top of the towering barrier of Lentinium, comparable to the walls of Theodosius. The giant cannon protruding from the wall was slowly moving, adjusting its trajectory. And the position that the main cannon of the city defense, which was powerful enough to level hundreds of meters in radius, was aimed at was exactly where Roy and the others were.

There was no doubt that Theresis had discovered them.

This Kazdel regent is preparing to give Roy an explosive greeting gift!

Volume One: Telecommunications Abstraction Completed

I went out for a meal, and when I came back and turned on my computer, I found that my home broadband was disconnected due to unpaid bills.

Logically, paying the bill should be the end of it, but this is really more abstract than the telecommunications company's practices!

To access the payment website, you need to have an overdue broadband connection, but the payment QR code on the website requires an internet connection to load. If I use a hotspot to connect to the internet, I can't access the payment website.

Damn it, all I can do is yell for the telecom guys to come tomorrow, it's too abstract.

Volume 1: Chapter 302 Reappearance of the Sun

"General Manfred, are we really going to fire?"

The tired-looking man in a Victorian military uniform turned around and asked the tall, blond Sarkaz behind him.

"The main cannon of the city defense artillery is very powerful. If it is used carelessly, it will easily attract attention from the outside world. Wouldn't that be bad for the Sarkaz?"

Manfred glanced at him, his expression rather amused: "Wright, you actually care about the Sarkaz?"

Wright forced a fawning smile and lowered his head.

As the commander of the Lentinium City Guard, his power, honor, and status were all tied to this army. He was born a mere remnant of Gaul, and none of the Grand Dukes of Victoria would even accept his pledge of allegiance. After failing to resist when the Sarkaz controlled the Lentinium City Council, he had completely lost the ability to resist.

Whether the Sarkaz ultimately succeeded in occupying Londinium and defeating several of Victoria's Grand Dukes, or whether the Grand Dukes' armies eventually broke through the Sarkaz's defenses and recaptured the city, he was destined for a bad end.

But at least, if the Sarkaz win, he, this dog, can still endure the humiliation and survive. He can still spare the lives of his men in the city's defense force. If the Grand Dukes of Victoria enter the city, he will undoubtedly be hanged on the walls of Londinium as a typical example of the rebels. The city's defense force will also inevitably face a brutal purge.

It wasn't for Sarkaz's sake, but because his men trusted his soldiers, he had no choice but to do it.

But Manfred, usually steady and willing to listen to his opinions, unusually shook his head this time. The blond Sarkaz merely gave the obsequious Liberi a deep look before coldly replying:

"This won't work. Let's fire."

Wright looked up in surprise: "But..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sword was already pressed against his neck, choking him completely. Manfred's ultimatum followed immediately:

“I can listen to your opinion on Victoria’s matter, but this time it’s about Sarkaz! Get your men to fire, or they’ll die.”

Wright pursed his lips, turned his head helplessly, closed his eyes, and said aloud:

"fire!"

"boom--"

As expected, a deafening roar erupted, but Wright opened his eyes in surprise.

The speed is too fast. The main gun of the Londinium city defense gun is a strategic weapon that can destroy a high-speed warship with a single shot. There are three safety measures before firing, and it needs to be confirmed by three people. Even if I give the order to fire, it is impossible for the cannon to fire before I finish speaking.

In other words, the loud bang wasn't the sound of a cannonball?

Wright's mind went blank for a moment, but before he could figure out what was happening, a second loud bang, accompanied by a violent tremor, rang out beneath his feet.

"boom--"

The muzzle flashes and deafening roars were like the bellows of a lion. To forge the reputation of this city of ten thousand as an invincible stronghold, countless artisans of Victoria worked together to construct fortified main cannons that were true marvels of Terran military engineering. Each cannonball was powerful enough to destroy a high-speed warship, and even at full power, the secondary cannons could easily annihilate a city block. Since the fall of Lingons, the destruction of Gaul, the Great Tranquility, and the slumber of Iberia, no threat had ever forced Victoria to unleash these terrifying weapons.

However, today, as the main cannon once again spews flames from its muzzle to bombard the Sarkaz enemies in place of the usurpers, its unparalleled power seems to have diminished.

Two bursts of fire exploded in mid-air in Wright's line of sight.

Why are there two groups?

Before he could even process the problem, a violent gust of wind forced him to crouch down. Beside him, the young Sarkaz General Manfred had somehow appeared, his sword embedded in the city wall as a support, preventing him from collapsing in the gale. And in his eyes, this scene was reflected—

It started as a slight disturbance, followed by violent tremors, as if some colossal structure was about to break free from the constraints of the road. Then, the massive building rose from the barren earth, drones that had been silent for tens of thousands of years began to take off, and the ancient factory once again emitted a terrifying roar.

“That machine…” Manfred swallowed hard. He couldn’t describe the structure before him. It was like a towering building, its top brimming with unimaginable, terrifying energy. “What is that?”

“General Manfred,” Wright’s voice came from below, trembling slightly with relief, “whatever it is, it’s meant to be used against us…”

"When did Rhodes Island acquire this kind of weapon!?"

Manfred asked incredulously.

Rhodes Island itself was equally baffled.

Standing beneath the city walls, the Rhodes Island members had already distanced themselves from Roy. It wasn't that Kal'tsit was leading a rebellion; it was simply for everyone's safety.

As the city's defensive cannons turned towards the Rhodes Island crew, Roy, who was prepared, immediately unleashed the Originium Arts attached to the [Stranger] module.

With the amplification from the Radiant Weeping and the charging from the Hand of God, the power of Thunder had undoubtedly undergone a qualitative leap. The electric current, previously only usable for electrotherapy and first aid, had now truly become lightning, accompanied by a deafening roar and dazzling brilliance upon release. The swift lightning struck the main cannon of the city's defensive artillery first, causing the cannon to explode before it could even fire. The violent explosion, along with the flames and smoke, nearly shook the entire city wall.

But to Roy's surprise, after successfully stopping one of the city's defensive cannons from firing, his lightning suddenly went out of control. The black fragments of Amiya's magic seemed to be attracted the moment the lightning struck, uncontrollably clinging to the current, covering the originally golden light with an ominous black and red, and breaking free from Roy's control.

After the main gun exploded, the uncontrolled lightning bolts shot straight towards the ground. Then, the scene just described occurred.

Roy stopped casting the spell almost immediately, but the building buried underground for tens of thousands of years had already been brought to light again.

Those who witnessed the black and red lightning turned their gaze to Amiya and Roy, while Roy took out his phone.

If all goes well, Trevor Friston should call in another minute or two.

"Om-"

A vibration sound was heard.

Only three seconds passed; this is also a form of high efficiency.

Volume 1: Chapter 303 Roy's Choice

As soon as Roy picked up the phone, he heard Trevor Friston's somewhat excited voice:

“Roy, I just noticed that an energy silo has been activated near Victoria. Do you have time to take a look?”

"An energy launch silo?" Roy gazed at the tower-like structure in the distance. "Are you talking about a building with four corners at the bottom, a rectangular main body, and a dark color, about a hundred meters tall?"

“Yes.” Trevor Friston replied excitedly, then paused slightly, as if realizing something, and said, “You’re nearby? That’s great. Please go immediately and check if his energy storage, maintenance, and launch functions are working properly, and check if his internal control AI is still functioning. If possible, manually connect him to Laterano’s military management terminal for me; that will save me a lot of trouble…”

Seeing that Trevor Friston seemed determined not to stop, Roy quickly interrupted, "Wait a minute, wait a minute."

He's still being eyed by Manfred and the Sarkaz in Lentinium, so there's no way he'd have time to help inspect a missile silo that's only a few kilometers away. Even if you sent Roy, he wouldn't know how.

Inspecting launch silos and manually connecting to the military management system network were clearly beyond Roy's capabilities.

Furthermore, Trevor Friston's description of the silo was very vague, or rather, practically nonexistent. Roy could only glean from his words that it was an energy silo, and seemingly outside the scope of military management systems—meaning it didn't appear to be a weapon.

It's not a weapon, which is undoubtedly good news. Unlike orbital cannons, which are satellites suspended in low Earth orbit around Terra, the launch silo appears on the outskirts of Lentinium. Whether it's the Grand Dukes of Victoria or the Sarkaz in Lentinium, they will inevitably investigate it after witnessing its appearance. Since it's not a weapon, at least it can prevent one of them from accidentally pressing a button in the launch silo and causing Victoria to be doomed tomorrow.

But Roy didn't dare let his guard down. No one could be certain about things from a previous civilization. Who could guarantee that civilian equipment Trevor Friston deemed safe wouldn't be developed into something with war potential in modern Terra? Don't say it's impossible; the marine life in the sea used to be perfectly obedient ecological restoration systems, yet they wreaked havoc, turning half of Iberia into a wasteland.

Although the origin of the missile silos is unknown, since they are clearly related to the electricity Roy just supplied, Roy has to deal with them. But before that, resolving the Sarkaz problem within the city is equally urgent.

“Friston, I’m in Victoria right now, and the silo is only a few kilometers away. I’ll go check on the silo as soon as I’ve dealt with things here, but for now, I’ll have to wait.”