"Clear this place and prepare for the airdrop!"
A Battle Priest stepped forward, looked over the plain ahead, and gave the order directly.
During the previous battle, some people had distinguished themselves and caught General Wolf's eye. He was one of them.
Each of those selected led a thousand-man squad as they advanced in different directions.
Future supplies, as well as new Tech Battle Priests, would enter north of Watcher's Wall via airdrops. They would then be assigned to different units in batches through continual warfare, expansion, and selection, steadily strengthening their forces.
It could be said that as long as one performed well, one would have a place in the next round of expansion.
One became two, two became four, four became eight. The number of commanders needed would continue to rise, and naturally, so would the number of Tech Battle Priests.
Under normal circumstances, if people were told to head north of Watcher's Wall, no one would be willing. But after witnessing the Tech Battle Priests' live battle broadcasts, who knew how many people had been tempted?
There was probably no safer way in the world to earn merit.
Up to this point, not a single Tech Battle Priest had died. Not even one had been injured, while no one knew how many enemies had perished. Hardly any had even managed to get close to them.
They barely needed to confront any enemies face-to-face, yet their achievements would go down in history. When people learned that someone from your family served as a Battle Priest in the Technology God Church, they would give you some respect...
How could no one want such a wonderful opportunity?
At the very least, every noble and lord desperately wanted their descendants to join.
That way, at the very least, the Technology God