There was chaos on the battlefield.

But in the corners where no one is looking, there are still people who know exactly what they have to do.

The mages of the Black Tower are finding their place on the battlefield.

The goal of magic is science, so they have to adjust in the footsteps of science, and it took a little time, but eventually they caught up.

In the midst of the chaotic crowd, Shamir leaned down and placed an oil lamp in his arms on the ground.

Then a djinn appeared in the oil lamp.

It was a strange and ancient magic, and it was hard to say if the djinn could count as a living being, but it was powerful and possessed intelligence comparable to that of humans.

"It's finally this time, and I'm glad I can get that pesky guy in trouble again. ”

The djinn smiled wickedly, looked up, and on the other side of the battlefield, he saw his companion.

"Young mage, do you remember the rules of the Blacktower's magic?"

In front of the djinn, the mage bowed his head respectfully: "Any gain must pay an equal price. ”

"So are you ready for the price?"

"Of course. ”

As he spoke, the mage took out a small bag from his bosom and opened it a little, revealing the sparkle of the gem.

The djinn shook his head and sighed, "Ajani has the strength to become the greatest emperor, but that may not be a good thing for the Black Tower, he always treats everything that ordinary people think is precious as dust, which will make it difficult for the Black Tower to find a good sacrifice." ”

"The caliph was incredibly generous, and we are fortunate to have it. ”

The mage sighed nonchalantly.

"Let's get started. ”

The djinn swallowed the bag into his belly, then raised his hands at the Giant of Light.

"The White King, the Red King, the Blue King, the Yellow King, in the name of the Four Kings, it is not conducive to the things of mortals to stay away from the mortal dust, and the Four Kings are sealed!"

What science senses.

The god roared in rage, and the Giant of Light raised his arms, the storm above him.

The pillar of terrifying clouds that reached the zenith began to change, and the terrifying energy gathered in it, dyeing the pure white pillar of clouds a deep black, and occasionally thunder exploded in it, and the sound of thunderbolts echoed in the four fields.

But the god bowed his head, as if the pillar of clouds was so heavy that even the giants were overwhelmed.

Science roared, and the inhuman voice raged across the battlefield with thunder, and then drowned out in the cries of countless mortals.

The fury of the gods was finally ignited, and the terrifying flames rushed up the clouds into the sky, a scene that was suffocating like the wildest dreams.

Flames burned at the zenith.

Then Science finally got down on one knee, he finally couldn't support the weight on his shoulders, this Titan of Light, for the first time, bent his knees to mortals.

The mortals erupted in cheers.

It was like a frenzy that flooded the whole world.

Then in the crowd, the Duke of Wellington began to charge.

The explorers laughed and followed in his footsteps, eager to rush to the gods and do something, just to prove their mettle.

They crossed the regular army in strict formation and came to the giants.

The Duke of Wellington stood in front of science and stopped.

He raised his sword.

"This sword is for ......"

Amid the cries of countless mortals, the Duke of Wellington's proclamation was like talking to himself, quietly drifting away.

But the hunter's aura was accompanied by determination, enveloping countless mortals, and even science felt the determination of the mortals in front of him.

"Britannia!"

The power of terror was fleeting.

At that moment, the god erupted with almost impossible power, tearing off the restraints on his body, the chains of magic completely collapsed, dissipated into the air, and the invisible seal of the Four Kings ceased to exist.

The Titan of Light stands proudly beneath the pillar of fire that reaches into the sky.

A horrific wound pierced his chest and back, and the light near the wound dimmed, making it look like a dark whirlpool.

"This is the power of the ancient guardians of Brittany, the ancient kings?"

Morningstar stood on the periphery of the battlefield, looking out at the center of the battlefield, and like all mortals on the battlefield, she knew that the time for victory had come.

"Clean up the battlefield. ”

Then a terrifying storm of essence overwhelmed the Giant of Light.

The explorers began their final death charge.

No longer fearing defeat, no longer wishing for the sake of victory, these unscrupulous mortals rushed towards the gods as if they were scrambling for treasure.

When the essence dissipated into the air with an incomparably brilliant band of light, what appeared in front of the eyes of mortals was the god who had fallen to the ground, and science could no longer stand, and he was completely knocked down.

Countless explorers climbed onto the body of the Giant of Light like ants, and they carved a mountain of rock, creating wounds on the giant's body and stripping the solidified light from the gods.

The pillars of fire are still burning, and in the midst of flames and thunder, the explorers continue this desperate project, like ants trying to bulldoze the mountains, and will not give up until the end of the world.

The Duke of Wellington stepped forward with his sword raised.

The Brittan army was no longer able to interfere in the course of the battle, and it was only then that the Minister of War understood why, with the exception of the Guards Magicians, the army of Francie, the king of the world, did not appear here.

The ancient king's sword is powerful, and the attack with the Guard Mage Regiment is perhaps the only power here that can kill the gods.

The Duke walked forward with difficulty.

Using the ancient king's sword didn't come without paying a price, and he didn't know how long he could hold out.

But the Duke of Wellington didn't want to lose to the king of the world.

He stood in front of the Titan of Light, his sword held high.

Once again, the essence is flooding science.

In the white light, the god's weak voice was heard, so low that it was surprising.

"Mortal ......"

Then a terrifying force erupted in science.

No one could react, that power belonged to the only divine science that had not been robbed of its crown, and it was so powerful that it swept the entire battlefield.

Mortals are surprised to find that they are still alive, but they soon discover something truly terrifying: the essence is squeezed out of the battlefield.

In this place, all magic does not work.

Moreover, the science is gone.

The explorers who had been standing on the Giant of Light found themselves on the ground, and the god who had been mortally wounded and slaughtered had disappeared.

But the pillar of fire remains.

In the sky-high flames, thunder still raged, and the terrifying power destroyed everything they could reach.

The mortals stayed on the spot, looking at the towering pillar of fire in the center of the battlefield and finding that the victory in their hands had suddenly vanished.

"Where is he?"

Ajani turned to face Moyi.