"The front is still retreating, relying on the previous preparations, we have temporarily gained a foothold outside the city of Marseille, but the army of science is ......"

"That's not what I want to hear. ”

The King of the World waved his hand and told the messenger to retreat.

"The commander of Marseille was from the navy......"

Morningstar stood beside the King of the World to explain, but was stopped.

"I know, so he doesn't know what the most important information is, but it's good news, and I thought that Marseille would eventually have to rely on the navy to stabilize the situation. ”

"At least for now, it seems that the army is not completely destroyed. ”

"But they still haven't been able to stop science, which, by our calculations, is only a tiny fraction of the power in the hands of science. ”

The king of the world was not dissatisfied with the war, she was just sighing.

The power of science was in her anticipation, and this defeat was the necessary proof that the king of the world was convincing his allies, and she had been waiting for a long time. But when such a direct defeat was put in front of her, the king of the world still felt unwilling, she had never experienced such a failure, whether it was tactics or strategy, there was no dispute.

The good news is that our defenses are still effective against the Holy Spirit. ”

If it weren't for that, then Marseille wouldn't have been able to hold out until now.

"I still don't understand how the Holy Spirit, made up of light, can be killed. ”

"At least the Countess of New Taipei County knew something, and her advice kept Marseille going. ”

As the first fortress to face the scientific army in the calculation of the king of the world, the defense line of Marseille began to be built very early, and at that time few people believed the ominous prophecy of the countess, but the king of the world believed her, and at least half of the defense line near Marseille was designed by the countess.

And it was that part of the line of defense against the army of the Holy Spirit that prevented the long drive of science from falling to Marseille.

"We need to know the whole process of this war," Morningstar knelt down in front of the King of the World, "and when these still hesitant people see how unstoppable science is, they will understand that only Francie in the hands of the King of the World is the only hope for mortals." ”

The King of the World frowned, then she stretched out her right hand and placed it on Morningstar's shoulder: "See Helen's defense line clearly, maybe like you said, I am the hope of mortals, then she is my hope." ”

......

Marseille, the war is on.

It's a historic port city, the only name that has occasionally been able to play a glittering role in the long humiliating history of the Francie Navy, but now, it's a land fortress.

The King of the World, with foresight beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, foresaw the route of the scientific attack, and although it was extremely thrilling, Francie's southeastern defense line was indeed constructed before the scientific invasion.

And the heart of this defence is Marseille.

Now, the soldiers of the war are standing behind the fortified defenses, and they are extremely happy.

As in every previous one, the King of the World never let her soldiers down.

But the soldiers saw no hope of victory.

On the other side of the line, the army of science is on the offensive.

Part of that frenzy was the well-known fanatic ascetics, barefoot and dressed only in tattered linen clothes, but their morale was high, and occasionally when they were killed, an ethereal soul of light would float out of the corpse, which would then condense into the Holy Spirit of light.

That's the source of the horror warriors who occupy most of the battlefield, the defenders' despair.

Countless Holy Spirits charged together, forming a sea of light that brought with them icy despair.

That's an enemy that can't be killed.

The soldiers poured fire on the Holy Spirit, and their weapons were ranged weapons powered by steam and essence, the power of fire and magic to shoot deadly projectiles so that warriors with weapons in their hands could stand in safety.

Then these desperate people watched as the projectile large enough to kill an adult man fell on the Holy Spirit, and then the warrior of the pure light continued to charge as if nothing had happened.

The more clearly they could feel the strength of the weapon in their hands, the clearer the despair in the hearts of the warriors.

Even if the Holy Spirit then crashed into the invisible barrier in the air, flying backwards in a comical gesture, never being able to reach the enemy at hand.

When the flood that engulfs the world falls, there will be only despair in the heart of a mortal standing on the top of the mountain who is temporarily safe, because he knows that he has no way to escape.

There was a terrifying loud noise in the distance, it was the naval guns outside the naval port, and the huge ships that could only sail in the calm central sea unleashed their fire on the land, not at all like the famous Francie navy.

Of course, in reality, this powerful attack had little effect.

The Holy Spirit is hardly affected by any entity, and if you look closely at their feet, it is obvious that they are simply suspended on the ground, passing through some raised mound or stone out of thin air.

It was a group of beings that existed in a void beyond the reach of humans.

Of course, it's funny when they're thrown out by the invisible barrier.

But anyone standing on the battlefield will find that every time the invisible barrier is in effect, it gets closer to the city than the last.

That barrier, the only hope for the defenders to survive in this war, was slowly retreating.

And it will eventually collapse, and the result will be complete failure and death.

Incomparably cruel, for the defenders, it was a process they could not interfere with.

The shouts of the Holy Spirit echoed through the air, buzzing with a scalp-tingling tremor, and it was slowly approaching.

Some warriors began to bow their heads and pray.

They trembled and clasped their hands together on their foreheads, and chanted the words: "Bless me, scientific ......"

This is what Morning Star saw when he arrived at the front line.

It was a moment of despair shrouded in light, and warriors had begun to attack their fellow soldiers, who had finally chosen to surrender themselves to science.

"It's a shame. ”

Morningstar was not ordered to save Marseille, she took Francie's fastest airship and ventured to the battlefield where it was about to fall, just to determine the course of the battle.

Scientific intelligence is more important than this fortress.

As for the fighters on the battlefield, their fate has long been predestined, and it does not matter.

The Morning Star looked at the battle line surrounding the city, the Holy Spirit of Science advanced slowly but surely, Francie's warriors retreated, and the magic towers in the city did nothing, as all the essence was used to prop up the line of defense designed by the countess.

It turned out to be the only force that could hold back the Holy Spirit, but it was meaningless.

"Science is the concentration of extraordinary forces in this world......"

The countess was right.