Chapter 293: Chapter 293: Just Wing It
Three hours later.
The entire Foster Iron Mine sprang into action.
The mine manager was called to the mine entrance. He’d already started sending people into the mine to gather all the miners still inside, making sure there wasn’t a single person left.
Once the miners in the mine evacuated, Lava General would immediately gather all the combat clerics too.
The combat clerics all had an internal communication system, kind of like Magic Net private chat, but the message transmission distance wasn’t very far. It was something a wild mage had imitated.
But he’d also made some improvements, increasing efficiency quite a bit. It was super handy for assisting in combat.
Facing the current situation, it was unbeatable.
Once the miners left, Lava General just needed to say something on the surface and the combat clerics could quickly evacuate.
Besides these people, the miners who’d been resting, workers in the nearby steel mill, even family members in the surrounding area—most had been mobilized by the mine manager. To improve efficiency, he’d even promised everyone a silver coin in payment, mobilizing basically everything that could be mobilized to build an altar.
But the core of it all, Lava General, sat somewhat nervously near those worm monsters, looking at the information on his Magic Net Ring, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
He used to be the Southern Archbishop of the Church of War in the Kingdom of Dawn. He was pretty familiar with the church’s various ceremonies and stuff, since they basically held them several times a year.
But as a general of the Church of Technology’s combat forces, holding a ceremony for the Church of Technology was a first. The key thing was, this time wasn’t even an ordinary ceremony.
And it came so suddenly.
Everything made him feel overwhelmed.
Not long ago, he’d suddenly received a divine oracle that the god would bestow a miracle here.
A miracle!
Back when the God of War wanted to bestow a miracle, who knows how many people were blood sacrificed, how many war clerics went crazy because of it...
He knew that the more powerful the miracle, the more you needed to pay. This was the rule. Nobody could violate it.
The God of Technology seemed to have no requirements in this regard?
Lava General thought this way, comforting himself.
After agonizing for a bit, he focused on Viscount Roster.
As the first and only person in this world who’d held ceremonies multiple times, he definitely had more experience... At least, that’s what Lava General thought at first.
Until he saw Viscount Roster say he’d actually just copied stuff.
He didn’t understand sacrifices at all.
He didn’t even know what the procedures should be. He’d never been in contact with anything theological.
He was just thrown into it, randomly copied some other churches’ practices—especially what the Goddess of Magic’s believers did—then just went with it. No style at all.
This totally broke Lava General’s defense.
Are you kidding?
Nobody knew the procedures, didn’t know any requirements, didn’t know what needed to be done.
Remembering how back in the Church of War, just the explanation of basic ceremony movements had a book as big as a desk, one page being one sheepskin—a super thick book written half a meter thick—and how he’d studied for several years before finally mastering all the rituals, Lava General’s anxiety spiked.
Was the Church of War just too complicated? Or did the Church of Technology not bother with this stuff?!
Or maybe the God of Technology just liked it simple?
He didn’t know.
But he didn’t quite dare bet on it.
But what could he do if he didn’t bet?
The time of the divine oracle was getting closer and closer, but Lava General grew more and more anxious. As a legendary figure, he could actually hear his heart nervously pounding, and his body was starting to feel like it wanted to break out in hives from anxiety.
"Lava, don’t be so nervous. The god doesn’t care about these things. It’s just that in the process of connecting mortals and gods, you might need them. If it really doesn’t work, just do it like you did in the Church of War. It doesn’t matter—the god won’t care."
Viscount Roster seemed to understand Lava General’s nervousness. After all, they were fellow travelers in a way. "If it really doesn’t work, simplify the Church of War’s approach and merge in some of the Goddess of Magic believers’ tactics. I’ll send them to you in a bit."
"Then when you get to a certain point, have your people fire off some magic with big sounds at the sky or the ground—make it look cool. That way, won’t it be unique? Others won’t be able to imitate even if they want to."
"Plus it sounds like it really fits your identity—Church of War combat legion general."
Viscount Roster’s words at least brought Lava General some inspiration.
Having wandered around the eighteen nations of the Hill Lands Commonwealth and returned to the mine, Ren and the Goddess of Magic couldn’t help but laugh when they saw this scene.
"Looks like your casualness has put a lot of pressure on them."
"Actually, I think this stuff really isn’t necessary. I think most gods probably don’t need it either. Even possible that those complicated things were gradually added by these mortals, making them more and more complex step by step."
Ren spread his hands somewhat helplessly, sharing his thoughts.
God loves the world.
Because He was born from the world’s people and would also be destroyed by them.
Sacrificing to yourself, sending you faith, but then having such high requirements—wasn’t that just asking for trouble?
There were definitely gods who liked ceremony, but they absolutely couldn’t become mainstream among mainstream.
"Speaking of which, your believers really did reach heaven in one step."
Looking at Lava General, who’d found inspiration and was already preparing strange things, the Goddess of Magic couldn’t help but tease.
Lava General was influenced by the past. This first step was already making a huge scene.
Definitely a rare phenomenon among churches.
"Let them be. Anyway, after the ceremony succeeds in a bit, I’ll directly use Master of Veins to transform this place into the largest open-pit mine on the continent."
Ren actually didn’t care too much about it.
He cared more about the mine itself. Of course, also about mining and ore processing.
With the knowledge Roster territory currently possessed, they could quickly develop a series of collection equipment specifically for open-pit mines. No doubt about it.
He just needed to move the vein’s direction and could eliminate all risks.
Even if there were still worm monsters underground that hadn’t been caught, open-pit mines posed no danger.
Those things didn’t move during the day!
"As long as you respond, this set will probably become the standard."
The more the Goddess of Magic looked at Lava General’s planning, the more shocked she became. This really was a talented person—powerful combat ability, even stronger ability to lead troops in battle. Who knew he was so knowledgeable about cleric matters too? No worse than some great bishops or popes of major churches.
The only pity was maybe his kidneys were a bit weak.
Otherwise, how could he be sweating so much just preparing these things?
Time passed minute by minute.
Soon it came to the time of the divine oracle.