Science withdrew its gaze from distant Brittania and focused on the battle at hand.

In fact, it has been a long time since there has been a great show on this stage, and it is because of that that science that science is diverted by boredom.

It's hard to imagine that a tidal wave of Holy Spirit attacks could be dragged into a stalemate, but the defenders did do wonders.

The key to everything is the countess's magic.

It was something that science had never seen before, and although it was pure essence power, it was different, it was not supernatural power, it was not divine power, and the Holy Spirit could do nothing about it.

Like a curse, the magic dragged the Holy Spirit back to the mortal world, giving weightless, pure light souls a gray form, and they lost the power to pass through the entity, forced to keep their feet on the ground, charging through the rain of death.

Even science, when looking at that gray light, felt a dangerous aura.

"You seem to have a dangerous idea, mortal ......"

He looked down on the battlefield, and in the long network of trenches and culverts that connected them, the countess hid herself well, as well as the magic.

Omniscient science doesn't know how that magic exists and works, and he knows very little about magic because it's something so fragile and pathetic.

Just like now, despite the magic of the Holy Spirit, they continued to advance unstoppably, rushing to the front of the trench again and again.

This line of defense was truly a remarkable project, allowing the defenders to retreat again and again.

Every time the Spirit's advance rushed to the edge of the trench, the defenders began to retreat, but they had not lost a single trench until now.

To the Spirit's army charging with swords, defenders who can hide in trenches and attack with steam spears are unreachable ghosts, able to stand in a safe place to rain death, and can turn and run when the Spirit approaches.

It's shameful, but it's effective.

A great king who had become the Holy Spirit in the Crusades stopped, and he stood on the edge of evil magic, with the blessing of science, overlooking the entire battlefield.

The earth was divided between white and gray, like a white tide crashing against the shore, and the Holy Spirit rushed to the line again and again, dyed gray when touched by the power of magic, and then exhausted, and reluctantly retreated from the first trench.

It was some kind of power that should have been cursed, the Holy Spirit should have broken the defenses long ago, and the so-called trenches and bullets could not stop the pure souls who could pass through the entity.

The king raised his head and roared.

Science heard his prayers.

Then the army of the Holy Spirit began to retreat.

It was like the ebb tide of dusk, and the Holy Spirit left from the nearby trench without hesitation.

Souls who had left magic and returned to holiness reunited, and under the will of science, they began to regroup.

The kings sat on their horses and gathered together in a torrent of pure white.

No one knew what they were talking to, but one thing was certain: the Holy Spirit could no longer bear this shameful line of defense, and every second they wasted here was a humiliation to science.

Then the torrent stopped.

In the eyes of science, it seems to be a calm lake on the first night of winter, the waves disappear, and the lake slowly freezes in the middle of the night when no one is around, losing its ability to flow, and turning into hard ice.

The Holy Spirit formed a strict procession, the knights held their banners at the front, and the warriors judged their position based on the sound of the trumpets and the pattern on the banner, and then raised their swords.

The king galloped back and forth with his weapons held high and shouted the name of science, they were once strangers and even enemies, but now, all souls are the power of science.

The ice, which was as large as half a glacier, finally took shape, and then at the terrifying cry of the Holy Spirit, they began to charge.

The defenders were ready.

When the Holy Spirit retreated, the countess's order had been given, and everyone began to prepare for the next charge, which would be a wave of terror like never before.

Then the tide came as scheduled.

The Holy Spirit still failed to find a way to resist the magic, the pure white soul was polluted in an instant, and the silent galloping horses began to tremble and roar across the land, the weight of flesh and blood reminding the warriors of the distant past.

At that time, the swallowtail flag flew high in the desert, the knight and his horse were unstoppable, blood and dust were the most obvious features of the world, and there was no end to war.

Only glory is salvation.

This group of knights is rushing from the distant past into reality.

The knights shouted, they chanted the name of science, and this terrifying frenzy advanced inexorably in the bullets, like the tide of the sea in a storm.

The line of defense, which had been out of reach, jumped off the trench as if they were suicidal, and then pounced on the defenders in the trench.

This time, not a single defender turned and fled.

They fired the last bullet of the steam lance, then dropped their heavy spears, raised their sabers, and began to engage the Holy Spirit in hand-to-hand combat.

The smell of blood flooded the entire battlefield in an instant.

It awakened the most distant memories of the Holy Spirit, and they cried out, laughed, and produced death with terrifying efficiency.

This would have been the most powerful group of fighters in the world.

The first trench fell.

The subsequent Holy Spirit warriors leaped over the trench with inhuman force, passed the rails between the trenches, and rushed into the next trench.

This is an unstoppable flood, this is a slaughter without suspense, and even if the power of the Holy Spirit is lost and reverted back to mortal form, the warriors of science are still unmatched.

"It's over......"

A sigh of satisfaction came out of the scientist's mouth.

He didn't expect it to end so quickly and without twists and turns after a long stalemate.

Science had even seen the approaching king of the world, and although it was a surprise to him, it was meaningless, and this mortal who would never give up could not change anything.

In the gods' sight, the indestructible ice had crossed the four trenches and reached the front of the last line of defense, with only endless blood and death behind them, and no defenders remained.

It was a flawless victory.

Then came the Countess and her trick, and when the invincible army crushed her, the battle was over.

When the Holy Spirit jumped out of the last ditch, they saw the countess coming out of the tunnel.

The rebel who never gave up ignored the spirits rushing towards her in front of her and looked up at the sea of light at the zenith.

Science has illuminated the whole world.

In this time of fighting, every day, the sky is so clear and bright.