Inside the copper ball, Donahue and the people of Raphael Library were sweating profusely. They had carried out two consecutive high-intensity calculations, and their mental and physical strength had reached the limit. Whether it was the speed or accuracy of calculation, both began to decline significantly.
Correspondingly, the dark cloud above their heads was slowly recovering its rotation speed.
However, whether it was the two curators or the other young scholars, none of them had the intention to give up. Everyone clenched the quill in their hands, concentrated, and their mouths were still murmuring, trying to refocus their attention in this way.
In fact, being able to hold on until now had already far exceeded Donahue and Nadal's expectations. This was also thanks to the fact that no one had retreated. In the end, all the librarians had boarded the bronze sphere, which was double the expected number of fifteen. This allowed Nadal to divide the work more rationally. He arranged for some people to review the results, and some people to switch places to rest.
But while others could rest, Nadal and Donahue, who were responsible for operating the copper ball, were irreplaceable. Both of them were old. Nadal had been staring at the pages of numbers in front of him, and his vision became more and more erratic. Because of overuse, his brain entered a state of vacuum, and everything around him was far away from him. In a trance, he suddenly heard a scholar let out a cry of alarm.
"Teacher Donahue! Teacher Donahue!!! "
Nadal came back to his senses and found that everyone had stopped their work and spontaneously gathered around Donahue. The latter was lying on the operating table and had stopped breathing. At the last moment of his life, the old man was still holding the quill in his hand, busy balancing the formula.
The faces of the scholars were filled with sorrow.
Only Nadal's expression was still calm. He frowned and shouted, "What are you doing? Go back to your positions."
"But …"
"No buts. Since you are here, then each of you should know your own fate. It's just a difference of one step earlier or one step later."
"Curator, what I want to say is, without Teacher Donahue, what about the part of the work he is responsible for?"
"Leave it to me," Nadal said. "I can still hold on."
The scholars still wanted to say something, but the old man's eyes were firm. In the end, everyone could only return to their positions.
With Nadal taking over Tang Nazhou's work, the superposition of the magnetic field could finally continue, but it was obviously slower than before. After all, Nadal was also made of flesh and blood, and he would also get tired. He was already an arrow at the end of its flight, and now the workload had suddenly doubled. It was impossible to maintain the original progress.
Therefore, the dark clouds above their heads also took the opportunity to accelerate bit by bit. The new magnetic field was full of holes. Although everyone was still working hard, the effect was getting smaller and smaller.
In the end, nearly a hundred beams of light descended from the dark clouds, illuminating the entire sea as if it were daytime.
When the people on the beach saw this miracle, they subconsciously wanted to worship it. This was the respect that came from the bottom of their hearts for high-level creatures, but in the end, most people restrained this instinct and bent their knees. In the end, they did not really kneel.
This was a battle of life and death. There would be no such thing as mercy, nor would surrender be accepted.
The lonely copper ball was particularly eye-catching among the beams of light.
Although they were mentally prepared, the scholars were still frightened by the scene outside and lost the ability to speak. Being in the midst of a group of gods, the strong sense of oppression alone was unbearable. The figures that walked out of the beams of light, with an ancient aura of millions of years, crossed time and space, descended to the world, announcing the destruction of civilization and the arrival of death.
However, it was the small human side that took the lead to attack.
Two floating turrets were moored over Gudilesi, and more than 300 black magic cannons stretched out from all directions. It took less than five seconds to complete the charge, and then they launched a shocking attack, opening the prelude to the battle.
Colorful magic cannonballs poured into the sea, and for a time, even the beams of light were covered by this wave of intensive attacks.
The terrifying attack intensity lived up to the name of the strongest human weapon!!!
However, the giants that walked out of the light pillars acted as if they didn't see anything. They continued to look forward indifferently, allowing the cannonballs to land on their bodies. However, upon closer inspection, one could see that when the cannonballs came into contact with their bodies, there was a transparent membrane between them.
In the end, the huge energy generated by the magic cannonballs was absorbed by the membrane, and their bodies were safe and sound.
The floating turrets were still roaring, and the eyes of the leading light giant suddenly moved, moving to a black spot in the sky. Olivia was quietly approaching the group of gods under the cover of the magic cannonballs.
The sorceress wanted to rescue the scholars in the copper ball, but the next moment, a 50-meter-high wave slammed toward her, almost instantly tearing her elemental armor apart. Olivia was also slapped into the sea, and it was unknown whether she was dead or alive.
The people in the copper ball looked desperate, but just when they thought that they were doomed, the giants directly strode toward Gudilesi, not looking down at the ground at all.
With the strength of those things, even if they didn't lower their heads, they would definitely know that there were still 30 people hidden in the copper ball. But perhaps because the people in the Library of Raphael were so insignificant that they didn't even have the thought of killing them, the giants just stepped over them.
Nadal and the others were still in shock, and the flames of war had spread to the beach.
There, the top 50 human experts, who represented the top combat power of humans, attacked one after another.
There was no declaration. The battle began in silence. The heroes that belonged to the human side fell one after another. Each of them had their own legendary stories in their homeworld, but in the face of absolute power, they could not even resist a single blow. They were like weeds being harvested by a sickle.
But even so, no one fled, because everyone knew very well in their hearts that this was the final battle.
If they lost this battle, it would be useless even if they fled to the ends of the earth, because the entire Dawn Continent would fall and turn into a scorched land. Therefore, not only the experts, but also the ordinary people began to rush here, their eyes full of fear. But when they thought of their families behind them, they walked even faster.
No one thought that even if they rushed to the front of those things, ordinary people couldn't hurt the high and mighty gods. Therefore, this wasn't a battle at all, but a death wish.
But at this moment, everyone's mind was thinking that even if they were to die, they could at least delay the other party a little. Every extra second they bought was one more second that their children, parents, and loved ones could live one more second.
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