The white knights sat at the front of the endless array, and beside them, tall warhorses stood quietly with their heads bowed.

They were the kings of the past, the leaders of the mighty knights, the protectors of the devout.

Behind the king, the knights sat on their horses, holding high their banners, the long swallowtail flags fluttering in the wind, all the emblems on them had been reduced to pure white, and the ranks behind the banners were not divided from each other.

All people have only one name: the believer.

The Holy Spirits stood and sat quietly, their devotion to science, and therefore not concerned with order, but still forming a horrible phalanx.

If someone were unfortunate enough to appear in front of this phalanx, he would see a scene that would only appear in nightmares: a sea of people that could drown everything, so quiet that it was like the last second before a mortal died.

It was like standing on the edge of a cliff and looking at the abyss beneath your feet, extremely quiet, extremely terrifying.

And now, the king of the world feels exactly that.

She had her eyes on the army of science, an invincible army not enough to destroy all the peepers, and in Francie's land, the king of the world could know everything she wanted to know.

So the king of the world knows.

Science had already discovered the pitfall, and he was extremely patient, so he chose to wait.

But the king of the world does not wait, she is not a science, her warriors are not fanatics, and winning or losing a war always requires morale.

What's even more frightening is that science knows everything about her strategic plan.

That's the worst a commander can face in a war.

"Need to move the line?"

In front of the King of the World and the Morning Star is a map of all of Francie, including the neighboring countries, where the war with science is going on.

"If it moves, where else can the line go?"

On the map, Francis is a scattered sand of the Holy Loren Empire to the east and north, a vast land dotted with old and dead lords, the south is the fallen land, the northwest is the coast of Brittany, and the south is the historic papal sphere of influence, which has been abandoned by the king of the world.

In the heart of Francie, a fortress is marked with a red star, a trap prepared by the king of the world for science, and the countess herself goes to set up a defensive line that is enough to stop the army of science in front of the ditch.

But science has not yet fallen into the trap and has stopped advancing.

"Adapting to change?"

"Science is still creating fanatics, and we're running out of time. ”

Morningstar frowned, the frustration of not being able to get the Holy Loren Empire into the battle came back to his heart.

"If our Navy is still ......"

The King of the World laughed: "A two-sided attack is useless against science, the only thing that can fight against that Holy Spirit army is a defense line that has been prepared for a long time, and if the navy is still there, it is just science waving again." ”

"The Wizards can destroy the Holy Spirit ......"

"I won't let you leave my side," Science interrupted Morningstar, "The Wizards must be by my side. ”

"But that's our only blade, and I may not be able to kill science, but I can kill the Holy Spirit. ”

The king of the world raised a hand and ended the conversation forcefully: "I don't allow it. ”

"In that case," Morningstar couldn't disobey the King of the World, she looked down at the map and gritted her teeth unwillingly, "we don't have the power to use, it's a dead end." ”

"I needed a drama that was interesting enough, and I guess science should be able to see us. ”

The king of the world walked to the window and looked up at the southern sky.

It was a not-so-perfect sunny day, a white blue sky, not clear but bright.

And just as the king of the world had expected, science saw her and saw the smile on her face.

"Ah, that's right, mortal, this is what the game should be, this is a war worthy of the end of the world, let me be surprised, I'm looking forward to it. ”

Science was surrounded by a sea of light, the sound of hymns was everywhere, and he looked down at the army of the Holy Spirit on the ground and laughed self-deprecatingly.

"It's useless, but that trap is beautiful, and I don't want to spoil ......"

In the patience of science, time is like flowing water, fleeting.

It was a feeling that mortals could not comprehend, for this god, eternity was only a moment, and an instant could be eternal, and the length of time meant nothing to him.

Then the king of the world finally reacted.

Her Guards Division marched eastward from the parade square in front of the summer palace, leaving the borders of Francis and entering the hinterland of the Holy Loren Empire.

The King of the World gave up on Francie.

Everyone was amazed, even science, and he sat in the sky and even laughed like a mortal.

"I'll give you a place in the New World, ah, mortal!"

The voice of science exploded in the sky like the loudest thunderbolt: "Take this country for me and end this war!"

And so the white tide began to flow again.

The kings mounted their warhorses and raised their swords towards the north, and the Holy Spirit responded to the call of science with a thunderous cry, and they began their march.

The defenders of the fortress had not withdrawn, and the defensive line had been completed, but science knew that the trap no longer existed, that it was an abandoned place of death, and that the defenders were only buried with them.

Nothing stands in the way of science.

Of course, science knows that the mortal king did not give up, she resisted in a more stubborn way, but it didn't matter.

Science has prepared a funeral for the Old World.

Following the direction of the white tide, he set his sights on the fortress run by the King of the World, where the defenders were ready for battle, unaware of the fact that they had been abandoned.

The Countess is the military commander of the fortress, and she is responsible for building the defensive line and will also be responsible for using it against the army of the Holy Spirit.

"Science is coming. ”

"We have been waiting for a long time. ”

The countess smiled and walked down the tower's lookout and went up a long narrow staircase to the fortress.

Contrary to tradition, the fortress had no high fortified walls, only one ditch after another, in which the countess's line of defense against the Holy Spirit was also used, and there was no magic tower in the city, and the highest point was a lookout erected on top of a lightning rod.

"I'm not afraid to say that we can win. ”

"No one will think we can win," said the countess's lieutenant, a traditional Francian, who cared nothing but romance, "but we will die romantic, glorious kinds, like the most beautiful knights." ”