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The battle below is now completely over.

The wrecked mechanical beasts were all emitting black smoke, leaving only wreckage as a symbol of the fierce battle that had taken place here.

Ron rode on Margaret's back, looking down at the valley below.

The soldiers of the Silver Dragon Knights were cleaning up the battlefield, dragging the remains of the Black Wolf Beast together, digging out the energy crystals, and piling them up.

Severed limbs and broken armor lay scattered on the gray-red rocks, while pale blue energy fluid seeped into the soil like glowing streams.

Hart rode over on his war ram, looked up at Ron, and held a newly compiled battle report in his hands.

"My lord, the casualty statistics are in. 117 dead, 260 seriously wounded, and over 300 slightly wounded."

Ron remained silent for a few moments. Of the five or six hundred casualties, only a little over a hundred died; the rest could be saved.

For a battle that wiped out over seven hundred black wolf beasts, this casualty rate was already very low. But he still felt a pang of heartache.

In the original world, even if this loss were five times greater, he wouldn't even blink.

But now we're in a mechanical world, and going back would be extremely difficult, as the energy required to traverse the space tunnel is terrifyingly high.

Therefore, these knightly orders represent the entirety of the force that Ron can mobilize.

Every one that dies is one less to lose.

Ron instructed Hart: "For minor injuries, use the potions sent by the Magic Empire's logistics. For serious injuries, use our own. Don't worry about the consumption of healing potions."

By the way, how many energy crystals did you collect?

"More than seven hundred." Hart's tone was tinged with excitement.

"The purity is much higher than the energy stones we use. The Magic Empire offered to buy them for about 1.5 energy stones."

Ron jumped off Margaret's back and walked to the pile of energy crystals.

Pale blue light emanated from within the crystal, appearing exceptionally soft against the dim light of the day.

He picked one up, held it in his palm, and felt a warm energy seep into his body from his palm, much purer than ordinary energy stones.

A flash of white light, and it was fed to the little garden.

The small garden is currently too big.

The thin mist at the edge expanded only slightly, and was barely noticeable unless you looked closely.

It can only be said that it is slightly better than crystal cores of the same level.

The rest of Ron is useless; filling them all in wouldn't have much effect.

Let's keep it for now, just in case we need it on the battlefield someday.

"My lord, we've struck it rich..." Hart reported to Ron with a look of surprise on his face.

Seeing his pathetic appearance, Ron also curled his lip and said:

"What's this? Compared to those metal wreckage, this is just a small fry."

Ron was right; even if those metals were expensive to begin with, they weren't particularly outrageous.

However, since the discovery that offering these metals to the consciousness of the Terran world would yield rewards from the plane's origin, the world has been able to achieve this.

The remains of these mechanical beasts have reached an unbelievable price.

The logistics department has already set a price of twenty energy stones, while the price on the black market can reach fifty.

It's absolutely outrageous.

For these forces, the World Blessing is a rare and precious gift, useful to life forms of all levels.

So everyone is desperately collecting these metals, and no one is willing to give up even if there are heavy casualties.

After everything came to a close, the Knights began to re-establish their camp, and now they no longer had to worry about the Black Wolf Beasts coming to harass them.

But Ron looked preoccupied in the main tent.

He hadn't noticed anything before entering the mechanical world, but after arriving, he saw various signs of this world.

All of this reminded him of things from his past life.

Finally, after hesitating for a while, he decided to contact Victoria of the Magic Empire.

This woman was a late-stage Tier 3 Archmage, and she displayed a very friendly demeanor.

Perhaps we can get some information from her.

The crystal ball started flashing and spun for almost half a minute before the connection was established.

On the other side of the screen, Victoria was wrapped in a bathrobe, her hair still wet, revealing a glimpse of her white hair.

It's obvious she was just taking a shower.

The nun Victoria was still rubbing the water droplets off her silver hair with silk, shaking it rhythmically.

The incandescent light bulb overhead also flickered erratically.

This made Ron a little embarrassed, but embarrassing as it was, he couldn't miss out on the perks.

It wasn't until Victoria turned her head on the other side of the screen and noticed Ron's gaze that she quickly tightened her bathrobe around her neck.

"It's the Silver Duke. What can I do for you?" Victoria's voice was cold, but she still didn't address Ron's earlier offensive behavior.

Since the other party had glossed over the matter, Ron naturally wouldn't bring it up either.

After telling her about my progress, I started chatting with her.

Ron couldn't ask directly, so he could only vaguely mention that he wanted to learn more about this mechanical world.

"Master, I wish to know the origins of this world. There are various rumors surrounding it; do you have any more detailed information?"

But Victoria was a very clever mage; she had already sensed Ron's true intentions when he was rambling on with her.

Her eyes were deep and intense, making Ron feel a little uneasy under her gaze.

It felt as if someone had seen right through me.

Victoria was silent for a few moments, then spoke softly:

"Grand Duke Ron is very well-informed. Since you also know about this, I won't hide it from you."

"Your Excellency, have you heard of the radiation of world rules?"

Ron shook his head.

Victoria stood up, walked to the bookshelf, pulled out a thick ancient book, and opened it.

In the image, Ron can see dense runes and star charts on the pages of the book.

"Our magical empire has been studying the stars for thousands of years, although the mechanical world is the first world that we have connected to reality."

But we confirmed hundreds of years ago that there are countless worlds in the sea of ​​stars, and our Tyran world is just one of them.

And in these worlds, there are strong and weak.

A powerful world will radiate its rules, energy, and even... information about its powerful beings to the surrounding star systems.

These radiated messages will be captured by some sensitive people and turned into legends, stories, folk tales, and even... nursery rhymes.

The nursery rhymes we heard as children about demons, angels, and mechanical life forms may have originated from the real world.

Ron's pupils contracted slightly.

"You mean...?"

Those demons and devils are real now, in the unknown sea of ​​stars!!

Ron was completely dumbfounded!

Uneducated, he could only keep shouting in his heart:

Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!!