Spirits from Hell are climbing the giant tree that leads to the zenith.

It seems to be a painting full of symbols, but it is actually a death match without any symbols.

Science fights with the terrifying forces that support the giant tree, and no one else is around, they are the masters of the fate of this world, and no one else can interfere, only spectators.

The only god sits on a throne in the zenith, leisurely, his knights leading endless armies to fight for him, science has no chance of failing, and he admires the giant trees on the battlefield as if he were looking at a beautiful butterfly in a glass cover.

The giant tree of thorns made of metal is still growing, its roots coming from an unknown place, and the forces that don't belong to this world support it.

No one knew that the center of the giant tree was the Countess.

"I don't suggest that you go head-to-head against science, the chances of victory are too small, and you are doomed to pay too much. ”

The countess looked at the metal palace in front of her, it seemed to be a building that did not belong to this world, there was a silvery gray metal cold light everywhere, the lines were cold and hard, and the lines were cold and sharp, as if there were sword blades everywhere.

Here she is, holding the giant tree, or rather, some unspeakable machine, magic, to fight against the endless necromancy.

"I thought you would never back down. ”

"It's for you, I need a mortal, and there are very few things that can carry this power. ”

The voice echoed through the space, eerie, and it was clear that it wasn't anyone.

"If the world is destroyed, I won't be able to survive alone. ”

"I can protect you. ”

"I don't like the new world where science controls everything. ”

"It's a mortal's mind......"

The countess raised a hand, and the voice stopped abruptly.

"Let's get started. ”

The cold metal began to reced, and the countess's vision widened.

It was extremely high, and the giants on the Throne of Light not far away seemed to be within reach, and the necromantic spirits on the ground were like ants, and the waves they gathered were so far away.

Then suddenly, the giant tree began to grow.

The spikes of metal spread wildly, and everywhere they went, all the dead were hung on the thorns, as if they were the hunting grounds of countless shrike birds, and like white paper that fell into the ink and was slowly stained black.

But the three knights still have endless minions and armies, hell will never be vacated, and the world is filthy enough to accommodate the countless evils of humanity.

That's judgment, that's the power of science.

The battlefield became a solidified quagmire, in which the combatants were deeply trapped and powerless.

And outside the battlefield, disaster has already begun to spread.

The King of the World begins to flee with her remaining army, and Francie's once terrifying force enough to rule the world is left with these survivors who cannot continue to fight.

Mortals can't face the necromancy, the terrifying waves from hell are enough to overwhelm everything, and the Guards Mage, they have never faced an undead enemy.

The light of science illuminates the world, so that people facing the necromancy are not overwhelmed by fear, but that seems to be a mockery.

"I didn't see the Countess of New North County. ”

Morningstar stood reluctantly inside the steam locomotive, looking at the battlefield through the gap in the side wall of the carriage, the metal tree as if it shouldn't exist, but the only one who still held out.

"It's a mythical war...... "The King of the Worlds stood beside Morning Star, who was probably the only one of them who could still smile, "There are very few things mortals can do. ”

"We ......"

"Francie has already left. ”

The King of the World stops Morning Star, who wants to say something.

"I know very well that the reason I was able to conquer the world was that I chose the cheapest weapons, but they could not harm the Holy Spirit or the dead from hell, and there was no need to add unnecessary sacrifices, and it was because there was still hope that I had to give up. ”

"And this war...... How can humanity win......"

Morningstar looked at the knights towering in the endless necromancy, they were so powerful, they were enemies unimaginable to mortals, and if one side of the war had undead warriors, there would be no surprise.

And the science of the sky, the only supreme god, he has more than an undead warrior.

The Giant of Light sat on his throne and watched the chaos of the battlefield.

The giant tree is still growing, it is like a plank floating on the water, no matter how strong the flood is, it cannot drown this plank.

The Necrons are so powerful that they don't die, they don't retreat, and because of this, the giant tree that uses the spikes of necrons as its source of power has never fallen, and continues to grow.

No one knows how far it can go, it's like a desperate wrestle, no one can overcome the other, and no one knows when the fight will end.

Science is still looking forward to the miracle of this giant tree, it is like walking on a road where the trajectory and the end point have long been fixed, and the only expectation is that there will be new scenery on the side of the road.

Moreover, the giant tree was indeed an accident.

There were still three seals in his hands that had not been opened, and science was not like it was to let it all end so soon.

Then the surprise he was expecting really happened.

An aura of terror enveloped the battlefield.

"Uninvited guest, huh?"

Science looked down at the necromancers pouring out of hell, some of them beginning to escape the knight's grasp and head in unknown directions.

"Once upon a time there was a fat woman,

Got a big rooster ......"

From among the necromancers, there was a voice that made people want to laugh, humming a joke that no one had ever heard.

"Rooster has been single for twenty years,

Accidentally lay an egg.

Everyone was amazed and rejoiced,

Put the eggs in the iron pot,

Boiling water tumbling Dun Dun Dun,

The eggs roll over and roll,

Cook and peel off and look carefully,

A scientific ......"

The singing came to an abrupt end.

Then all the necromancy of the entire battlefield burst out laughing.

For the first time, Science put away the smile on his face, and he looked down at the ground, where another kind of darkness was spreading in the blackness of the necromancy.

Then the four giants slowly stood up.

It was four monsters through and through, some with the heads of wild beasts, some with five arms, some with flames, the monsters towering in the corners of the battlefield, the stench of burning brimstone rising to the sky.

"Demons!"

"This is a gift for reunion after a long absence, Lord Boiled Egg. ”

That witty voice resounded across the battlefield, and then in the breath of hell, countless figures began to descend.

"Ah, you don't seem to welcome us, it's disappointing......"

The voice chattered, and Science resisted the urge to do it himself, but he had already decided to open the next seal.