Magellan stood on the back of the Tyrannosaurus rex, turned and looked back at the battlefield where the battle had officially broken out. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was a sea of people, and dust rose to the sky with the sound and smell of blood, separating the space from this world and dragging it into hell.

Unaware of Magellan's distraction, Tonan focused on controlling the beast in order to catch up with the fleeing cavalry and fulfill the Emperor's order to completely eliminate the outsiders.

The Tyrannosaurus rex was a rare horror hunter, its sheer size allowed it to be incredibly fast, and even though the Neocrusader knights were some distance ahead of the Aztec cavalry, Tonan still believed the chase would soon be over.

But Magellan didn't think so, he knew that the predator was different from the predator, and he cared more about the doomed grand battle on the other side than the doomed chase.

That's 100,000 people trying their best to kill 4,000.

The Incas apparently often engaged in this kind of siege and annihilation, and with the efforts of the commander, the herald, and every warrior, the imperial army completed an impermeable encirclement network.

With the circle of the New Crusaders at its core, the Inca phalanx formed a complex polygon, each of which could support each other, and any one of them would be replaced after being defeated, and no one could escape from this web of death.

But no one in the New Crusade wanted to escape.

The reality that there was no way to escape made many of the people in the musket queue waver determined to fight to the death, and the Holy Spirit skillfully used this atmosphere to shift the morale of the entire army in the direction of fighting to the death.

It was nothing more than a windfall, and soon, the battle fell completely into the orbit planned by the Holy Spirit.

The circle allowed the musketeers to rain their fire on the Native army in front of them, unconcerned about the threat on the left and right flanks, and as they stopped the Native army's charge with a horrific rain of bullets, the soldiers soon found themselves facing a pitifully sparse enemy.

Probably only the Hawkman and Magellan, who were flying above the battlefield, saw what was happening, and the devout created a slaughter with a miracle.

The dead do not even shed blood, they do not wail, they leave this world in silence, leaving nothing behind.

The dense phalanx of the Incas strengthened the power of the miracle, and the web of death woven by the Emperor for outsiders now entangled the Imperial army.

Hundreds of people would disappear silently every time the pure white light came on, no one knew where they went, but everyone knew that they would not return.

As Magellan watched all this from afar, an illusion began to rise in his mind, as if science was standing right behind the new crusaders, using his endless power to create catastrophes unimaginable to mortals.

This war is over.

Magellan thought so and turned to look ahead.

As he had predicted, the pace of the Aztec army had slowed down.

But unexpectedly, the knights of the new crusaders also slowed down.

It was Tonan's Tyrannosaurus Rex that slowed down due to physical exhaustion at first, then the Aztec Dinosaur Knights who deliberately slowed down to keep the Commander from leaving the group, followed by the Chasing Knights, their mounts visibly showing fatigue, and then slowing down.

But Magellan knew very well that the patience of the horses was not inferior to that of the dinosaurs, far better than the Tyrannosaurus rex, and he took 10,000 steps back and said that even if the knights' mounts were already tired, the speed of the cavalry team with one man and two horses should not slow down.

It was a trap in which the knights of the new crusaders created the illusion that they were trying to hold back the Aztecs, and their aim was to make it impossible for an army capable of destroying the circle to join the battle, and it was now clear that this purpose had been achieved.

Tonnan never gave up when there was hope, and Magellan wasn't prepared to convince him, and not only because the fugitive's performance was so realistic.

Magellan didn't want the Aztec army to join the hellish battle, they would be pushed off the cliff by science, and by the way, Magellan would be dragged down as well.

But when Magellan completely ignored the war, which had only just begun, and began to think about what to do after the battle, he found an unanswered question.

If the Empire were defeated in this battle, the Aztec army would have nowhere to run.

In the rainforest, dinosaurs hunted for survival, so the Aztec cavalry did not have to carry heavy supplies, and in the steppes, the empire carried the logistics of this army, and if the Incas were defeated, the consequences would be devastating.

"The hungry dinosaur's favorite food is the knight on its back. ”

It's an old Aztec proverb that is by no means just a metaphor.

The chase continues, Magellan looks around, the steppe stretches as far as the eye can see, and the shadow of death is everywhere.

......

Francis smiled as he walked out of the tallest building in the city, facing the tide of explorers outside.

It was a pyramid-shaped temple that was originally occupied by the priests of the city-state, and after the explorers conquered the city, their leader Francis moved in and continued his conquest of the rainforest.

And now, the few explorers who come here are flooding around the island.

"I've only brought one thing with me," repeated the same phrase in a variety of languages by a meticulously dressed Francie man still wearing a wig in the midst of such hot and humid rainforest, "Explorer's Permit for the King of the World!"

The man was full of things that explorers liked to laugh at, unrealistically dressed up, short, urbane diction, not a standard foreign language, but none of the explorers who gathered in the tide laughed at him.

This is where the infinite fear in Francis's heart comes from, if the explorers come together, their power is incomparably strong, but if he is not on your side, the power is extremely dangerous.

Explorers are converging on this comical Francis, and he doesn't seem to be on Francis's side.

"Ah, Mr. Francis!"

This seems to be the first time that the Francis man has spoken another sentence, he is in the language of Francis's native country, and although the accent is strange, it does make the Mayan lord feel a little affectionate.

"Hello, may the glory of the King of the World live forever. ”

"I bring with me the Explorer's License, Mr. Francis, what the King of the World once gave you," the man smiled with pure heartfelt enthusiasm as if he were facing the King of the World, "Every explorer here is entitled to him, you know, it's a gift from His Majesty." ”

"Yes. No matter what Francis thought, he couldn't say anything to deny it.