"I wonder why you carry a normal silver coin with you all the time, like a miser. ”

"I'm just ......"

Magellan was a little surprised, for in the cabin in front of him sat the countess.

"Get used to it. ”

Then Magellan discovered that it was just a phantom.

He sat silently in the only seat in the small cabin, looking at the illusion of the countess created by magic in front of him.

"You didn't find what you were looking for in the north. ”

Magellan smiled and did not answer.

The countess loved such a game, and as before, she guessed everything in advance and then arranged a foolproof and wonderful show, everything was under control, and there were no surprises.

"Of course, you haven't given up yet, but I'm curious, where is your next destination?"

Magellan remained silent.

The apparition continues: "I'm ...... in Britannia"

"How long have we known each other?"

The countess's voice stopped.

Magellan looked at the curved horizon outside the glass porthole and muttered to himself.

"Your magic is good. ”

Magellan's voice stops when he speaks, which only requires a small change, but it makes the phantom sublimated and seems extremely real.

"For some reason, I often think of Dantese Edmond...... It was the Count of Monte Cristo...... No, it's all a pseudonym, he ...... It's the royal purchaser of the king of the world, the spy...... A double agent, in fact, a believer in science......"

Magellan looked at the misty clouds outside the porthole and suddenly didn't know what he was going to say.

"He's dead, and I don't even know his name. ”

......

The countess stood in the cave and looked at the apparition of Magellan in front of her.

It was a vague image of magic, the roar of the battlefield coming from the tunnel entrance, echoing through the narrow space, and Magellan's voice was muffled.

But the countess could hear what he was saying.

"How long have we known each other?"

Magellan laughed self-deprecatingly after saying this.

"I don't know. ”

The countess said this, and then she listened to the apparition repeat it again.

"I'll end it all. ”

The countess smiled and closed the apparition.

She turned and walked out of the tunnel.

This final war is coming to an end, and the countess must stop science.

She is the last hope.

Step out of the shadow of the tunnel and climb the trench, and the battlefield will appear in front of you.

There was chaos and gore everywhere, dead bodies crawling across the battlefield, tearing everything living they could reach to pieces, horses that had lost their knights screaming and fleeing, and there was no glory in this war.

Still, this is already the best result.

When science broke the first seal and left the knight to lead the dead to wreak havoc, the King of the World and the Morning Star were desperate to believe that the last of their resistance would be completely destroyed, and at that time, the countess's magic provided a trace of resistance, saving the last defenders and allowing the Guards Mages to escape in a steam locomotive.

But the knight was unstoppable, and he was surrounded by an endless army of necromancy, and those soldiers who died in battle had now lost all their minds and were left with only the instinct to fight.

In the face of such a tide, there is nothing the Guards Wizards can do.

All accept the reality: everything is over, this is not a war that mortals can win, their battles have been won in glory, but victory is not enough.

It was then that a trumpet sounded from afar.

A detachment of cavalry rushed into the field.

It was like the last battle of the King of the World against the Holy Loren Empire, with the knight holding high the banner, charging at an invincible enemy, and then falling to the ground without glory, like fallen leaves in the autumn rain.

The cavalry quietly disappeared into the tide of the dead, like a stone falling into a pool, silently, with only a ripple.

However, this is just the beginning.

More knights rushed into battle.

Morningstar looked in amazement at these stubborn and backward conservative warriors, the staunchest anti-world kings of the Holy Loren Empire, but now, these knights had formed an army and charged towards science.

Knights kept approaching from the edge of the battlefield, and it seemed as if they had finally converged into a torrent and began to advance among the dead.

But that knight will never fail.

Science stood at the zenith, smirking at the knights rushing in the distance.

The Crusaders who once fought for science, stubbornly preserving their ancient ways of fighting and moral codes at a time when their cavalry was completely crushed by the kings of the world, finally turned their charge to science on the eve of final redemption.

Despite this, it is impossible for these knights to break through the ranks of the necromancy, and they are even making the enemy stronger.

The white horse represents the war, and the giant knight will win, he will not lose, but will only usher in the next victory after victory, until no one in the whole world can stand in front of him.

So the war turned into a pathetic death charge, and this side of the battlefield became a complete meat grinder.

Aiming for the white horses, the knights charged again and again, and then fell in the midst of the tidal wave of necromancy, blood spreading across the ground like a living thing.

The only support provided by the World King's Guard Mage, and the defenders who had been guarding the trench were no longer in formation, and the remaining warriors were slowly joining the necromantic ranks.

The countess's magic is meaningless, corpses are not the Holy Spirit, they are not affected by this force.

So in the end, this is the scene that appeared before the countess's eyes, the blood covered the battlefield, the corpses ran wildly on it, forming a tide that drowned everything, and the horses without knights ran away with a wail, but there was no way to escape.

Outside the battlefield, the King of the World stood with Morning Star, silent as he watched the land of necromantic revelry.

They had recognized the identity of the knights, who belonged to the army of the Grand Dukes of the Holy Loren Empire, stubborn old-fashioned knights who had once been the staunchest opponents of the Morning Star, but who were now dead.

In the end, all the knights did was postpone the victory of science for half a day.

The sun has sunset, twilight has gilded everything, and night is about to fall.

Of course, science will still illuminate the battlefield.

The countess walked towards the giant knight on the white horse.

The necromancers parted in front of her, as if pushed away by an invisible force, and they bared their teeth and claws in vain, but still gave way to the way.

Science looks at the battlefield, smiles, and looks forward to it.

"Let me see what a miracle looks like. ”