War, one of the four knights of the Last Judgment, in the prophecy, he rode a white horse and appeared in the world after the first seal was opened, with an invincible army, victorious again and again, ravaging this hopeless world with iron hooves.

The giant sat on his horse, and he did nothing, just the endless necromancy around him was enough to drown all the enemies of science.

This is what the world is now, this is why the end of the world must come, the old world, and the people who live in it, are incorrigibly sinful, and all the sins they have committed are now being judged, blood for blood, and this is justice.

The people who once killed people in the war have become the power of knights, and they are only left with corpses, but they still do not forget to kill.

It is the choice of mortals themselves, and science puts the consequences they have to endure on earth.

That's the knight.

And then the war was gone.

It all happened for a split second, and the necromancers lost the strength to support their bodies and fell to the ground like severed trees.

The battlefield fell silent.

All the warriors, who died on the battlefield, whether they stood up or did to fight for the knights, died completely, their corpses lying in pools of blood and piling up on each other.

War, one of the Knights of the Apocalypse, fell to the ground.

The giant's mount looked down at his knight, an inhuman monster, his body like a rag, empty inside.

"What happened?"

The king of the world looked at the battlefield, the pure light of science still shining on this bloody place, that pink was disgusting.

Then a terrifying monster appeared in front of Elizabeth the Great.

It was like a giant metal tree, fed by the corpses of dead knights, rising from the ground and stretching its branches into the sky, each of its branches was a sharp thorn, shining with a silver-gray metallic light, extremely hideous.

It was that monster that killed the war.

"Beautiful!"

The sound of science was like thunder, rolling between heaven and earth, and he set aside the scroll in his hand and looked down at the empty battlefield and the metal trees growing on it.

"I suppose there has to be something important and dramatic enough to be worthy of the miracle you've created, so mortal, let's plan ahead. ”

Science laughed and opened his arms, and then in the middle of the battlefield, an abyss appeared.

It was a black vortex that led to uncharted territory, and all the blood, all the corpses, was swallowed up by the vortex.

When the vortex touched the Metal Thorn Tree, it stopped expanding.

"Long time no see, Gates of Hell!"

With a loud roar, the vortex shrank and vanished, replaced by a black gate towering over the earth.

It was a gate made of black pig iron, or some unknown heavy rock, shut, and everywhere on it, some soul in pain was struggling to break out.

At the top of the gate was a giant of pain, crushed by the invisible weight, he bent over, looked down down, and where the giant could see, faces of pain appeared on the black gate, and then disappeared, each face clearly telling those who saw it what a shameful crime the owner of this face had done.

These include sincere love, fear, the stalwart who fights for their ideals, the genius that torments them, the coexistence of hope and despair, the entanglement of pain and joy.

This is the gate to hell, the blockade of sin, the home of the unbelievers, the ugliest things in the world, the noblest things in one place.

And now, it is the property of science.

According to the final prophecy, the door was opened.

The boulder was shattered by the soul, and in the scattered fragments, the dead spirit rose into the sky.

Then, like a spring falling to the ground, the water overflowed, and these dead spirits fell to the ground, getting up on their hands and feet, laughing wildly and ready to start their mortal lives again.

But the souls in hell are unrepentant, and the persecutors chosen by the sinners are the sinners around them, and this is almost an all-encompassing drama, where all the sins are all played out together.

Above everything noisy, science laughs, this is hell, this is evil, this is the evidence that the world must end, no one can deny reality.

And now, reality declares with certainty that the world has brewed evil, the ugliest, endless evil.

Then science, the final judge, tore open the three seals.

Three knights appeared.

It was a giant on a red horse, a black horse, and a gray horse, who walked in the ocean of sin, like a fish in water, and whose souls followed them when they returned to the world.

"Killing, famine, death," science looked at the ground, it was such a beautiful and profound painting, with the world as the canvas, history as the pen, mortals as the paint, and the subject as sin, which was incomparably successful, "I give you the soul of sin, let the world itself judge the world, and it deserves it." ”

So the horses began to run.

The murderers follow the Red Horse, who wants to see life fade and mortals die.

The greedy follow the dark horse, they chase everything, they possess everything, and they are not willing to give up anything, and it is the same now.

And the rest of the sins are like being led by ropes, following the gray horse, they have died, and they have returned to the mortal world, unable to make a choice, and they are tightly grasped by death, and can only go with the flow.

This is the army of science.

The Inquisitor is destined to win, and no matter how great the power is, it can only delay that time, and for the sake of the Great Tree, science has opened the gates of hell in advance, and it is a supreme glory for a mortal, no matter who he is.

But now, the gates of hell have been opened, and nothing can be turned back.

The three knights led the necromancers towards the giant tree, they didn't mind wasting time in insignificant places, the world was about to be destroyed anyway, and they could start anywhere.

The giant tree began to grow.

It seemed to be how it fought, with spikes of metal piercing the knights and the necromancers behind them, and then hanging high like fluttering flags.

This time, though, the knight didn't die quietly like in war.

Death is here, so there is no boundary between life and death, the necromancer is the deceased, and the necromancer never dies.

The same goes for knights.

It was like the scene of a towering oak tree being submerged in a flood, and the necrons crawling towards the metal giants, hanging from the thorns, struggling, still not stopping their attack.

Everything is like hell.

This is hell.

The necrons climbed the giant tree, supported it and piled it up into a high mountain.