Starting with the defeated female knight

The lights flashed as they worked overtime to produce the latest version of the weapon design drawings and handed them to Green.

Flames rose, and under the new magic-powered furnace, molten iron flowed slowly, entering molds and then quickly cooling through a magic reaction.

Smoke billowed as batches of supplies were sent to the potion factory. After being processed and refined on the assembly line, they were transformed into bottles of bright red potions. After being boxed, they were sent to the church to be blessed to enhance their effects.

In addition, Edith is leading the priesthood in preparation for the Great Miracle, Elise is assisting with the operation of various matters within the territory, the nuns in the cathedral are working hard to mutate more types of tentacles, and the number of nobles in the tentacle dungeon is increasing. They are fighting, researching and coordinating their strategies, and reviewing and deducing their strategies after each death...

"The enemy is almost dead, just one hit away from being finished!"

"Bullshit! I slashed that monster at least three times afterward, and you didn't land a single hit!"

Oh, no, sorry, that's not the kind of debriefing I'm referring to. It should be...

"The best configuration we've found so far is a team of three to four people."

Inside the makeshift meeting room, the nobles sat together, their expressions serious.

"We lack experience in large-scale operations, and the enemy is not a tentacle in the dungeon. Although the glory flowing in our blood is important, I believe that after these days of challenges, everyone should understand that a successful evacuation is more valuable than meaningless sacrifices."

"To be honest, I didn't think that lower bloodlines were of any use before, but now, even I have to admit that, under the guidance of that ancient god, although they still can't keep up with us, they can indeed provide help."

"This is the allocation map sent by that ancient god. In addition to the team activities, each team will be responsible for an area where two to three Dawn City guards will be stationed."

"Due to limitations in strength and lineage, they will not go directly to the front lines, but they can provide long-range fire support and resupply. They can provide markings and signals when needed."

"Also, although we've retrieved all our equipment, Dawn City is preparing to provide us with a new batch of equipment, not just armor and swords, but also a high-explosive close-range musket specially designed for us. They say it's called a 'bomb gun,' and it's very powerful, but the recoil is also very strong; only we can handle it..."

As it turns out, after being exposed to the Tentacle Dungeon, although they still retained their aristocratic views and ways of thinking, at least these nobles had undergone some changes.

After all, during this time, they witnessed firsthand how those lowly bloodlines, whom they had previously regarded as untouchable, accomplished things that even some nobles could not do, and they also witnessed the loyalty and courage shown by those people when Dawn City was threatened.

That was enough to change their minds.

After all, even in the capital, nobles would actually look at those of lowly bloodlines who truly possessed honor and courage with a higher regard.

However, deeply ingrained ideas and the shackles of reality often make it difficult for those of so-called ordinary bloodlines to express these things.

While everyone else was busy, Uli was certainly not idle either.

But what she was busy with was incomprehensible to others. She would spend all day holding a blueprint and gesturing with tentacles, and occasionally she would go to the industrial area, doing something unknown.

"A megastructure, hehe, my megastructure..."

"Those idiots in the association have no idea about the allure of megastructures. They even said it's impossible to build. Well, just you wait and see..."

Uri couldn't help but hum softly as she thought of the thing that Green had promised to make for her before the arrival of the ancient gods and put it into actual combat.

In her excitement, she even expressed her willingness to be loyal to Green and do anything she was asked to do.

From now on, you'll clean your room yourself, once a day. It doesn't need to be super clean, just about half as clean as mine.

silence.

"...Well, if that's not possible, you'll have to take my soul or my life."

【roll】

With the arrival of the ancient god imminent, everyone busied themselves.

But strangely, while everyone else was preparing for war and getting ready to face the enemy,

Those tentacles that Dawn City truly relies on maintain the same frequency and operation as before, showing no sign of getting busy at all.

But no one else questioned it.

After all, Green has already done more than enough for them.

Moreover, after spending time together, they also learned that Green's true form was actually underground, which not only made movement quite inconvenient, but also meant that even a slightly larger movement could destroy this unique and hard-won piece of land within an unknown radius.

So, just like the previous battle to defend the camp, they must rely on their own strength to fight against the ancient gods.

Those tentacles that seem powerful, and are indeed powerful, can only serve as their assistants and underlings.

What they didn't know was that, in a place they couldn't see or feel, there was a sticky, disgusting friction sound.

Something seemed to be flowing slowly.

Quietly weaving something.

Volume 1: Chapter 58: That damn mage!

The gods are near.

As the earth trembled, the dormant gray fog finally began to surge and boil.

Like the ocean being ignited, like madness roaring, the gray mist that was originally just condensing and flowing slowly spread, radiating endless malice towards the mountains.

A colossal black shadow, obscuring the sky, slowly emerged from the horizon, its imposing form crushing the dust on the road and its flowing venom corroding everything in its path.

He is coming.

Even if they had made preparations in advance, even if they had already killed Him once, even if the ground beneath their feet belonged to an ancient god who supported them.

But as they watched the slowly approaching phantom, they felt the oppressive aura emanating from it.

Even the members of the investigation team felt their bodies tremble slightly and their minds gradually tense up.

This is not fear, but rather a more instinctive reaction of living beings when they encounter a superior being.

However, despite its imposing size and terrifying power, it did not immediately launch an attack after approaching the mountain range, but instead stopped at the edge.

Although the core is being eroded and there is a risk of being assimilated at any time, He has not lost His mind because of this.

Although the fear brought by erosion and pollution lingered in His mind at all times, He understood even more that if He recklessly plunged in, He would probably be torn to pieces by the other party before the erosion was even complete.

There's a reason why the demonic tide doesn't enter the mountains.

Although He Himself cannot explain why, His intuition as an existence is always very accurate, especially in warning of danger.

Do not rush in, and it is best not to go there in person at all.

This is a ripple emerging from His will.

But that's okay.

After all, He is no longer just himself.

The majestic being slowly raised its head, its mutated limbs gently lifting and pointing towards the mountain range before it.

The tide has begun to rise.

The beings that had been lurking in the gray mist slowly rose, their bodies gradually turning a hazy purple under the influence of the poison field.

Various insect limbs began to appear on its body.

Click click click click.

The sound of countless limbs crawling arose, and hundreds, even tens of thousands of eyes slowly opened. Following the direction pointed out by the god, they took steps, one after another, forming a purple wave.

The enemy is coming.

At the same time, a thick, almost tangible gray fog surged forth, rushing towards us like a collapsing sky.

The earth trembled, the sky seemed to fall like a mountain, and terrifying monsters surged towards them like a tidal wave, while unknown beings silently observed from afar.

Despair was approaching.

The nobles standing at the forefront seemed to be able to smell the poison and death, and at the same time, they understood even more what a true 'god' was.

It wasn't the kind of small-scale fighting before, where they only relied on brute force to swing their bodies and even had to be forced to use poisons after their bodies were blown apart. Instead, it was an active attack, and they didn't even need to lift a finger. They could easily overwhelm and kill them by simply driving their subordinates.

Unfortunately, it wasn't just the ancient god before us that underwent a transformation during this time.

Although the sheer force of the waves before them was enough to severely damage or even wipe out the entire investigation team at that time, they were no longer the same investigation team they once were.

boom--

A violent explosion suddenly rang out, instantly tearing a huge rift in the gray fog and waves.

The towering figure slowly raised its head and saw that above the mountain range, a strange-looking fort was emitting wisps of smoke from its mouth.

Nearby, not only were there many black-robed men carrying ammunition, but also dozens of similar gun emplacements on display, which were being adjusted and calibrated.

"Artillery team warm-up complete!"

"Aim, fire!"

boom--

Boom boom boom——

One shell after another followed.

Taking advantage of the terrain, the range and power of the artillery were greatly increased. In addition, the shells were specially sanctified and designed to target the gray fog and monsters. Every shot could tear a clear wound in the gray fog and the waves.

Of course, it wasn't without its drawbacks. Although the range and power of the artillery were greatly increased thanks to geographical advantages, the technology itself was still limited.

Coupled with their excessively long range and the relatively short training time of the gunners, the accuracy of these artillery pieces can only be described as tragic. In a normal battlefield, they would most likely only serve as a spectacle, if not a joke.

But right now, whether it's the overwhelming offensive from the other side, the special countermeasures against the sanctified ammunition, or even the residual properties of the shells that leave behind the ability to resist and melt the ash mist after they explode on the ground, all of these just offset the shortcomings caused by the short time since its creation, and even enhance it.

The towering figure narrowed its eyes, looking at the dozens of cannons in the distance. After a moment of silence, it roared in a low voice.

A dozen bulky black shadows emerged from behind, spread their wings, leaped into the air, and rushed toward the artillery position.

As they drew closer, people discovered that they were not flying monsters at all, but rather a dozen or so flying chimeras pieced together with twisted wings!

There wasn't enough time to adjust the artillery, and judging by the speed of those things, they were simply beyond the aiming capabilities of these rookie gunners.

but......

"Magic Prism Calibration Completed."

"Frequency adjustment complete, target locked."

"Requesting launch clearance."

boom--

A beam of magical energy, like a laser, rose from the mage's camp and pierced through the body of a chimera in an instant.

Furthermore, under the operation of the prism technician, after penetrating the chimera's body, the rainbow light scattered outwards, simultaneously striking all the chimeras.

puff puff-

The sound of the light spear piercing flesh rang out, instantly causing damage to the entire Chimera Group.

Unfortunately, although the magic beam was quite powerful, it could only leave very minor damage because the power was too concentrated.

Especially after it spreads out, its power is further reduced. Even when it hits other chimeras, it can only leave a narrow and small wound.

For the chimera, known for its regeneration and mutation abilities, this was hardly even considered damage. The part that was pierced through its body recovered in just a few seconds and even mutated further.

They were getting closer and closer.

But the mages who failed in their first attack did not show much panic; instead, they calmly calculated something.

then......

"It has entered firing range."

"The magic-induced reaction has taken effect."

"Ready to shoot."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Dawn City Guards around him drew their bows and arrows from their backs.

Yes, a bow and arrow, not a firearm.

Because in the environment we're about to enter, bows and arrows are more effective than firearms.

"shooting!"

At a command, arrows were fired.

Flames ignited on the blessed, sanctified arrows, and with the added power of the advanced professionals, they fell into the sky like raindrops in the opposite direction.

Then--