To maintain unwarranted hope in a hopeless war, the countess really did not know whether it was stupid or not.

But at least it doesn't look bad.

The unjustifiably cheerful cheerfulness of the adjutant of Francie was not an obnoxious, not only the countess, but most of the warriors thought so.

"I've always felt that a welcome ceremony should be prepared for science, and it's a pity that Your Majesty doesn't allow dancing girls to be brought in the army......"

The adjutant always had a constant joke on his lips, he was a genius who always drew laughter from the soldiers wherever he went.

"Hey, sir, you can dress yourself as a dancer, we all know you're the best dancer in the summer palace!"

The laughter of the soldiers was like a wave, as Francie had been since ancient times, and even in the midst of war, they still loved to joke and laugh.

The countess was separated from the adjutant in front of the lookout, and the romantic Francis patrolled the line, drawing laughter among the soldiers, as she walked through the middle of the trench.

The magic that blocked the Holy Spirit was placed underneath, and a tunnel was dug out of the trench to connect to the hole in the ground, where the magic designed by the countess was placed.

The Tower of Magic was too fragile for science, and the god could undoubtedly destroy everything he could see without difficulty.

Of course, hiding magic underground may seem like self-deception, after all, the Holy Spirit can pass through entities, and the scientific, omniscient gods can most likely guess the countess's tricks.

But the countess did so anyway.

Now, this long line of defense consisting of several trenches is nearing completion, and the final step is the countess's magical defense against the Holy Spirit.

This core line of defense is only in the hands of the countess, and it will also be added a little power that only she has.

The Countess was alone in the dimly lit cavern, and her face was a metallic silver-gray in a place where no one could see.

"For humanity. ”

Then she heard a cry of terror that belonged only to the Holy Spirit.

"For science!"

The tide had reached the fragile line of defense, and above the heads of the crusaders, the sea of light obscured the sky.

The science is there.

When the countess walked out of the tunnel and stood under the trench and looked up, Science saw her face.

"Ah, an interesting thing, what an unexpected surprise. ”

In the eyes of science, the countess is like a black dot on a white piece of paper, she is so different that she is even out of step with the whole world.

It's a precious collector's item, but it's not important, and now science wants to see the outcome of this war.

Yes, the war is over.

Of course, in the eyes of the fleeing king, she will be like a ghost in the long future to cause problems for science until the final victory.

But that's simply not possible.

No one in the world really knew why science would hold the Last Judgment after the fall of Francien, and they had countless speculations, even the closest to the truth, the Countess and Magellan, did not know the truth.

Science knows that he is a huge mystery to mortals, so the gods don't need to hide their purpose at all, and even though he goes straight to the goal, no one knows what science wants to do.

"Ah, the gates of hell, what a ......"

Science was able to see clearly what did not exist in the eyes of mortals, that it was the gate of hell, and the last thing he had to do before the Last Judgment was to open it.

That's why science is here.

The King of the World is not an unlucky person, it is she who forged the Gates of Hell with her own hands, and this terrifying and great thing will only appear at the feet of the king who has never been seen before.

So Science swore to himself that he would definitely add the King of the World to his Order of Kings, which was an incomparably rare collectible.

"The unwilling hero, the blind fanaticism, the persistence of the lonely high, breathtaking. ”

The self-talk of science echoed in the sea of light, and he did not reject Magellan's residual influence, after all, it would all be gone before long.

What's more, the Gates of Hell itself are the most magnificent and terrifying spectacle in the world, and even science can't help it.

But science still needs to be patient before it can reach that gate, his Holy Spirit army is hindered and has not yet destroyed the defenses in front of him.

Science is not surprised, after all, it is the countess.

Like a tidal wave, the Holy Spirit charged under the leadership of the ancient kings.

It was the legendary kings of the Crusades, the Lionheart, the Lord of Thunder, and the Snaic, the legendary kings who led the knights forward, their banners fluttering in the wind, and the cloud-filled sky illuminated by pure light.

The heroes of the distant tale are back on the battlefield, they are phantoms in the wind, fighting only for the last wish.

Standing in the way of these heroes are the mortals of today, filthy, vulgar, never aware of chivalry, wielding dastardly weapons with no skill to speak of, hiding in trenches and raining bullets on the charging Holy Spirit.

This time, the defenders were not so desperate.

The countess's magic had already begun to work, and some kind of power that was imperceptible to mortals enveloped the entire line of defense, including successive rows of trenches and the open battlefield ahead, turning the Holy Spirit into a state of being able to be harmed.

That looks like pollution.

The pure spirit turned from white to gray, and then was scarred by the bullet, and the warrior, who would never have been injured, finally collapsed silently after being covered in bruises.

On the vast battlefield, such scenes are everywhere.

The whole line of defense was an arc, the protruding side facing the army of science, and the defenders cowering in the long trench, like a flood and a dam.

For both sides of the war, the situation looked desperate: the defenders' attacks had little effect on the Holy Spirit, who had to pass through a rain of bullets before rushing to the trench.

The defenders hid behind the trenches and attacked with steam spears.

It was a bulky and crude weapon, with a heavy and large "small" steam engine behind the long barrel, and each time the warrior flicked the switch, the outlet of the steam would change, and the surging force would be compressed by the complex mechanism in the long barrel, and finally turned into a thud, and the projectile burst out of the barrel.

This weapon has a myriad of drawbacks, such as being bulky, poorly accurate, and often even spewing steam that burns the user. But now, it's the most suitable weapon.

In the trenches, the defenders did not need to move constantly at all, and in the face of the continuous army of the Holy Spirit, there was no possibility of misshooting, and as for the boiling steam, there was no need to aim anyway, and the warriors just had to be ready to jump away at any time.

In the midst of this spear attack, the Holy Spirit was charging.