Three hours later.
The entire Foster Iron Ore sprang into action.
The person in charge of the mining area was summoned near the mine entrance. He had already begun sending people into the tunnels to gather every miner still inside, making sure no one remained underground.
Once the miners had withdrawn from the tunnels, Lava General would immediately gather all the Battle Priests as well.
The Battle Priests had an internal communication system, something similar to Magic Net Private Chat. However, its transmission range was not very far, and it had been imitated by Wild Mages.
Still, it had undergone certain improvements, greatly increasing its efficiency. It was extremely handy for assisting in battle.
In the current situation, it was practically unbeatable.
Once the miners had left, Lava General only needed to say a word from the surface, and the Battle Priests could withdraw at once.
Besides them, the miners who had been resting, the workers at the steelworks not far away, and even the surrounding family members had mostly been mobilized by the mining area's supervisor. To improve efficiency, he even promised each person a silver coin in payment. Nearly everyone who could be mobilized had been called upon to build an altar.
Yet Lava General, the heart of it all, sat tensely not far from those Worm Monsters. He stared at the information on his Magic Net Ring, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.
He had once been the archbishop of the War God Church in the Dawn Southlands, so he knew quite a bit about the church's various rituals. After all, they had been held several times a year in the past.
But as the general of the Technology God Church's combat forces, this was his first time conducting a ritual for the Technology God Church. More