"Captain, would you like to make another trip?"

The man who spoke looked extremely suspicious in a black cloak that covered his face, but his voice was inexplicably persuasive.

"I refuse. ”

Edward was completely fed up with the explorers, and the deck of his ship was now full of garbage, and it would take days to completely clean the deck.

"Now every mortal is a necessary force to fight against science, we need explorers, no amount is enough!"

"One trip," the captain reluctantly recognized the reality, compared to the new world of science, which did not allow pirates to go to sea, no amount of explorers could be completely tolerated, "I will only make one trip." Instead of asking me to make a few more trips, let's find a few more big ships. ”

"Everyone is working hard, Captain, thank you. ”

Edward sighed helplessly, and left after replenishing fresh water on the shore.

Marseille, which had been destroyed by science, had been reborn in a strange way, and the city was now full of explorers and sailing ships, and by the time Edward left, the harbor was full of sails.

He didn't know that in the whole world, all the mortals who knew about the war, were trying to rush to the battlefield.

A large tree is growing, its roots spreading through the crowd and about to bear the fruit of science-destroying eventually.

No one knows if it's going to die halfway, but right now, everyone is working on it.

A similar scene is playing out not only in Marseille, but also on the shores of the Strait of Brittany.

The fleet from the New World was forced ashore, and neither the Pious nor the Francie navy that stopped them, there was not a single one left, and they were driven ashore by the Brittan navy.

They don't care that their ship is taken away, everyone rushes to the battlefield, the devout will have to sacrifice everything for science, and the Francie army is ready to be loyal to the king of the world.

Oddly enough, a Bretanian army was waiting on the shore, watching the two opposing teams from the sidelines, so that neither of them could start the battle until they reached the battlefield.

Tonan smelled the conspiracy.

He soon found someone willing to talk to in the Brittan army, which was extraordinary: there were quite a few explorers in it.

In the mouths of explorers who can't wait to show off their talents, Tonnan has the answer.

The explorer had fallen completely to the opposite of science, but that was not the most important thing, and the point of the explorer's boast was that he had drawn out their battle plan from a soldier under the strict defense of Brittany's "strict military discipline".

Gather the crowd on the battlefield, and anyone who still wants to fight, standing opposite science, can do it.

Tonan's doubts grew even more.

Even if it was a guess, he could be sure that on the battlefield where the gods fought, mortals would not be able to gain a foothold at all, and the aftermath of the battle alone would be enough to wipe out the fragile explorers, and the crowd tactic was the stupidest choice.

But soon, he ran the idea to the back of his mind.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Everything doesn't matter, this battle is destined to be won, mortals can't defeat the gods, then the next thing to do is to earn glory for yourself in the final battle.

That's what a warrior is supposed to do.

Tonan put away all doubts and hesitated, and walked towards the battlefield.

......

Beelzebub wasn't a demon skilled in hand-to-hand combat, but surprisingly, it was the first to hang its opponent on a metal thorn spike.

The enormous, creepy fly, flapping its wings and buzzing, threw the knight on top of the tree, and then the metal branches pierced the horse, and the knight's robe was torn apart.

The knight struggled silently, as if he were being seized by some unbearable pain, but the giant could not make a sound, so he struggled in silence.

"What the hell is that......"

All those who saw that sight were amazed, they felt empathy, they felt that they too had been pierced.

But death was still there, and the knight was immortal, which seemed to be the most cruel punishment, and he could not break free at all, but could only endure endless pain.

The victorious giant demon roared and rushed to the next target, joining Tiamat in the battle against death, which was originally the least suspenseful battle, and the only reason the demon didn't hang the knight on the tree in the first place was because it hadn't had enough of it.

It looks like death will soon be in pain.

But to everyone's surprise, it wasn't the devil who hung the knight on the tree.

It's the giant tree itself.

After getting a knight, the giant tree underwent some unknown change. After a brief pause, it spikes popped out, expanding many times over in an instant.

Now, metal thorns cover most of the battlefield, and the necrons on the ground and the knights who can't dodge are prey to the spikes.

Only the last killing remained, and the knight held on silently, indifferent to what happened to his companions, and he still galloped on the battlefield, still leading the tide of immortality.

But eventually, Abaddon pushed the knight into the thorn-shrouded range.

It was like an innocent person being pushed into the abyss, his wails were masked by the wind, and only the powerless struggle showed despair and unwillingness.

"Amazing......

Science looked at the battlefield, and he didn't know if this scene was as expected.

It was supposed to be an interesting battle, with mortals fighting the undead tide of undead with fragile strength, like the story told in an epic poem where heroes may not win, but they will surely win glory.

But now, the mortals did not enter the battlefield, they formed a circle, stood in a safe place, and watched the demons fight the necromancy, the creatures from hell killed each other, the monsters won this battle, and the glory had nothing to do with mortals.

Of course, the giant tree full of accidents was a surprise, it was undoubtedly the creation of the countess, and although no one noticed, science saw it clearly, it grew from the body of the first knight.

All in all, the battle goes into a garbage time that science least wants to see, and the undead Endless Necrons face the Giant Tree that they simply can't defeat, which can last until the end of time, and the process is lackluster and definitely not pretty.

"Ah......h

Just imagining that event, Science couldn't help but let out a painful sigh, and he finally let go of his hesitation and decided to open the next seal.

But before science acts, the devil offers him a surprise.

All the necromancers, all the undead monsters from Hell on the battlefield, stopped their action at the same time.

They no longer run, no longer wail, no longer struggle, no longer hurt the dead around them.

It's as if this torrent has become a sculpture.