Ushering In The Internet Era In The Magical World

"I started the Internet age in the wizarding world ()"

The prairie barbarians invaded the border again.

For the people of Harriman, especially the frontier people, this kind of thing is not uncommon.

Those prairie demons living in the northwest of the Harriman Mountains try to bypass the Harriman Mountains every winter, rushing in to plunder supplies and people.

It can be said: if you are lenient, you will follow the animals, because you make a living by shooting and hunting animals, and if you are anxious, you will practice warfare and attack to invade!

But what is strange is that it is the spring when all things are recovering, and the grassland tribes should be busy driving cattle and sheep to chase pastures. Why did they suddenly violate the border?

Moretz, the leader of Harriman, couldn't figure it out.

However, this has little to do with him.

His home is located in the hinterland of Harriman's territory. Although there are occasional border residents fleeing here every winter, under the protection of the great God of Darkness, it is impossible for those terrible grassland barbarians to fight over.

He firmly believes in it!

As the sun sets, amidst the stacked buildings in the city, smoke pierces the sky, and the setting sun is like blood.

The old hunter Moritz sat in the yard, taking advantage of the afterglow, sharpening his hatchet.

"Dad, pack up your things quickly, the grassland barbarians are coming!"

Moretz's only son Mochali rushed into the yard with a look of horror.

"What nonsense? We are thousands of miles away from the Harriman Mountains, can the prairie barbarians still have wings?" Moretz reprimanded with a serious face.

"Dad, why do they have wings? They have a teleportation array? Do you know about the teleportation array? It's been said on the Internet that Bronte has already fallen! If you don't run away, we will be talked about sooner or later." Mo Charlie said hastily.

"What? Online? You bastard is online again? Didn't you hear what the priest said? It's a sorcery, it will devour people's souls bit by bit, and they will die. How can you go to heaven without your soul?"

The old hunter Moretz looked distraught.

"Dad, that's not magic, everyone is using it, it's fine."

"You bastard still dare to quibble, don't think it is my son, I dare not send you to the Temple of the Night!"

Moretz was furious and threatened his son by pointing at his nose!

Mentioning the Internet, Moretz hated Hades and the God of the Internet in his heart.

The priest is right, this year's evil scene must have been brought about by the god of the underworld and the god of the Internet!

The pieces of paper falling all over the sky are like ghosts all over the sky, it's too scary.

"Dad! You've been lied to. The Internet doesn't swallow people's souls at all. It consumes soul power, just like a magician releasing magic. This soul power will slowly increase back."

"What? Consume soul? You also know that soul is consumed, and the soul is consumed, how come back?"

Seeing his father's stubborn appearance, Mochali was as anxious as ants on a hot pot.

Regardless of Hades and the Internet spreading leaflets all over the multiverse, the actual number of users is still very limited compared to the huge population base of the multiverse.

The gods' years of hard work in their missionary areas are no joke.

Once a set of ideas such as "atonement", "going to the kingdom of God after death", and "doomsday" are washed away, there are not a few fanatics.

In particular, most of the citizens are illiterate at all, their spiritual world is extremely lacking, and their ability to discern is poor. The only channels for obtaining information are the mouths of the consul and the temple.

Therefore, as long as what they say is not too absurd, the logic is a little self-consistent, and it is in line with their scientific thinking, it is natural for them to believe what they say.

In fact, even in the Blue Star with the information explosion, there are few such things?

"Boom!"

A terrible explosion, suddenly heard from the city, interrupted the argument between Moritz and Mochali and his son.

The father and son looked at each other in blank dismay!

"It's not good, it must be the prairie barbarians who came in, hurry up, pack up your things, and run!"

"Impossible! The Temple of the Dark Night will protect us!" Moretz looked disbelieving.

Mochali is almost insane!

How did you put up with this extremely stubborn old man?

"Jee--"

The sharp eagle's cry finally brought the father and son's argument to a conclusion.

They looked up and saw dozens of huge eagles,

Hovering in the sky above the city, swooping down from time to time to attack important targets.

When the eagle flies sideways, you can also see the air cavalry on the back!

They are the Gods of the Grassland—the Flying Eagle Cavalry!

"run!"

The father and son looked at each other, no longer arguing, and plunged into the house to tidy up the things.

When they finished packing and rushed out of the house, the city was completely in chaos!

There are fleeing civilians everywhere!

People either pushed scooters, or pedaled bicycles, or even carried handbags on their shoulders, and fled frantically.

In this chaotic situation, some people simply take advantage of the fire to rob, especially those who are pedaling bicycles, almost becoming the first choice.

Some bicycles even changed several owners in the blink of an eye.

Some people were so desperate that they didn't run for their lives at all, but beat and smashed wantonly, humiliating women in the street!

In the chaos, the Moretz and his son ran desperately.

When they finally rushed to the gate of the city, death-like despair enveloped them.

At the gate of the city, the prairie barbarians rode unicorns and looked at them greedily, as if they were looking at a lamb without an owner.

Looking up, the battle on the city wall has not been extinguished, and all kinds of magic, fighting spirit, and divine art are blooming in it.

But these have nothing to do with the Moretz father and son.

The city gate was blocked, which meant that their escape route was completely cut off.

Numerous prairie cavalry rushed up wielding scimitars. They hacked and killed civilians at will, demonstrating force and terror, and drove the crowd to the center of the city.

More cavalry dismounted and rushed into the alley to search for property and even people.

"Don't panic, the Temple of the Night will save us, the Temple of the Night will save us." Moritz kept chanting among the crowd.

He seemed to be comforting his son, but he was actually comforting himself more.

Mochali walked staggeringly, with a look of despair on his face.

The Internet opened his horizons and increased his knowledge, but at this time it brought him despair.

Because he knew, they were finished.

The city's divine power shield has not been opened, which means that the church may have been attacked, and the most powerful force in the city has fallen.

When they are driven to the center of the city and the teleportation array is opened, all of them will become slaves of the grassland barbarians!

No one will save them, nor can they.

The Beiai prairie is too big, and the tribes of the prairie live in pursuit of water and grass. They gather into millions of heroes and disperse into various tribes. No one can find them except the prairie god.

In fact, Mochali guessed right.

When they were driven to the center of the city by the dreaded steppe barbarians, a portal had already risen.

Piles of civilians were pushed into the teleportation array.

The crowd was boiling, screaming, and terrified. Countless people desperately backed away, but in exchange, their compatriots desperately pushed forward.

No one wants to become a slave to the prairie barbarians!

Even if it is a minute and a second slower, it is good.

"No, no, no... The Temple of the Night will save us..." Moritz looked at this scene and collapsed in panic. He shook his head desperately, praying for the Temple of the Night.

In fact, there are many people who act like him.

"Shut up! The Temple of the Night will not save us. The God of the Night is the real evil god. Besides disaster, what will he bring us? Huh?"

"Also, why didn't you listen to me? If you did, we'd probably be out of town by now?"

Mochali broke down and yelled at his father.

Moretz was taken aback, his lips trembling, he rarely raised his father's dignity, and reprimanded his son.

He glanced around blankly.

At the edge of the crowd, more and more people were dragged out of the alley by the prairie barbarians and pushed into the crowd.

The few magicians and fighters who rose up were also quickly killed.

In the sky, the eagle hovered, staring at every corner of the city.

He didn't see a shadow of the Temple of the Night, which he devoutly believed in. At this point, Moritz collapsed.

The crowd is jostling!

"Great God of the Night, save us!"

"God, save us!"

There were prayers and pleadings in the crowd, one after another.

In the beginning, some people prayed to the God of Dark Night, but gradually there was a little noise in the crowd.

Some people began to use "God" to refer to all gods who can save them.

Some called to mind all the gods they knew.

"God of the Internet, please, save us!"

Some people even chanted the god of the Internet.

"God of the Internet?"

Mochali laughed at himself as he listened to the noise in his ear.

This is Harriman, how could the internet gods care about them?

However, as long as the Internet is available, he still has a chance.

——There is only one thought left in his mind: After being captured by the prairie barbarians, he must try his best to survive, use the Internet, practice magic, and find a chance to escape.

Slowly, Moritz and Mochali were pushed to the front of the transmission array, and they were about to be swallowed by the transmission array.

Moritz suddenly closed his eyes and shouted: "God of the Internet, save us, I will atone for you, I shouldn't slander you!"

The sound just fell.

"Boom—"

There was a strange sound like a stone falling into the water, coming from under his feet.

In the astonishment of Moritz, countless people fell into the ground like dumplings.

"This is... this is the fourth natural disaster, the god of the Internet has come to save us!"

There were ecstatic screams from the crowd.

Moretz, who also fell into the ground, was completely stunned. The next moment, his eyes suddenly blurred.