"Why are humans always like this? Everyone has their own thoughts, and everyone has their own selfish desires. Is it because of wisdom? Because everyone can think, everyone has the right to make their own choices. Some are brave, some are timid, some are generous, and some are selfish … Hmph, it's because of this that I like humans. After all … I'm also a human — at least, I used to be. "
Somewhere on the German-French border, on a bare ridge, a tall figure stood there, looking at the battlefield in the distance and talking to himself.
Of course, this mountain range was not bare to begin with. Just last night, countless crazy zombies of different sizes rushed from German-French border, and the rumbling footsteps were like muffled thunder in the sky. Even though this wave of living corpses was moving at an extremely fast speed, it still lasted for nearly an entire night, trampling the originally lush mountain range into a bare hill.
The catastrophe that belonged to France had finally arrived.
And the initiator of this catastrophe was standing there at this moment — in the form of a demon.
"How wonderful!" The figure seemed to murmur leisurely with an intoxicated tone, "This is what teacher said, 'a transformation based on the entire human race' … It's wonderful! How is this just a transformation? This is simply a grand farewell performance with death as the audience! Kill! Kill to your heart's content! You are all lucky. Embrace sin and be reborn, and say goodbye to death! "
The benefits of this crazy plan … or at least the things that "seemed" to be benefits should not be limited to these. Although Kern's plan was extremely twisted, her ideals were always rich and broad. It was definitely not as simple as "getting rid of the shadow of death."
But the man in front of her who insisted on calling her "teacher" obviously did not learn any of her ideals.
For him, as long as he could live forever, that was enough.
So he became more and more excited as he spoke, from murmuring at the beginning to overflowing with madness in the end. At the same time, the dark clouds in the sky that were originally behind him gradually surged over. As the wind spread over his head, it rushed and began to devour the sky of France.
This wave of zombies was not too chaotic. Even though the number of zombies accumulated in German-French had become more and more astonishing, the marching efficiency did not decrease.
However, the resistance came quickly.
Under the leadership of the Blois family in France, who reacted the fastest, the top magic forces in many European countries had already set foot on the second battlefield, which had suddenly sped up and spread rapidly.
This should be the first time Rosie had shown her extraordinary herbology skills to the world after her small test in Holland.
Even though the various empires had been paying close attention to the situation on the second battlefield, there was still a huge difference between what the participating adepts had seen with their own eyes. Faced with the powerful, mysterious, and tireless Zombies, many people immediately realized the importance of research talents the moment they stepped onto the battlefield.
Facts had proven that only highly targeted magic and corresponding magic research products could effectively slow down or even stop the spread of the battlefield. The magic plants cultivated by Rosie were the best examples. This seemed to be the first time modern adepts had the ability to face those terrifying fellows head-on since the calamity struck.
Yes, although the invasion was still ongoing, there was still no hope of victory in this unequal war.
…
"Send the new batch of seeds to the frontlines. Yes, before the dark clouds spread too far, we have to hurry. Miss Blois has given us hope. We cannot waste the power she has lent us. This is a race against time. Let's act quickly. Mister Jimenez, get your people to take their positions as well! The evacuation of the civilians will take more time. The defensive line cannot be pushed back any further. "
A large group of adepts was working furiously in a castle near Nancy in France. These adepts had different skin and hair colors, and they all had their own unique outfits. However, they all had the same serious expression on their faces.
One could see that in the only central courtyard of the castle, a magic screen was unfurled in an arc high up in the air. Large amounts of colors and lines danced and twisted on the screen, outlining the real-time situation on the second battlefield that had swallowed up Holland, Denmark, and German-French.
Gathered in front of the screen were the leaders of all the participating forces on the second battlefield. Many of them were already on their way here.
Madam Maxim was standing at the front of the crowd, pointing at the screen and ordering the various forces to move.
However, this time, Maxim wasn't the only one in charge. Even though she had handed over her authority to command after leading a large group of clan adepts from the Netherlands to here, even Maxim, the current president of the International Adept's Union, had a hard time convincing all the members of the Adept's Alliance to join the war.
Compared to the Union, the Blois Family, who had achieved some results on the battlefield, had more persuasive power. Not to mention, this was a war that started in France.
However, Butler Blois, who also shouldered the responsibility of being the commander, didn't speak most of the time. He would only speak on behalf of the Blois Family when there were changes that would affect the overall situation.
This experienced old man could clearly see that if there were two people giving instructions at the rear, it would definitely be chaotic. If Madam Maxim was capable enough, he wouldn't mind taking a step back and letting her do it.
Madam Maxim suddenly turned around and spoke to the butler with a frown, "Mister Butler, the Blois Family has lost quite a lot of troops. It's time for you to step down and take over!"
The old butler looked at her and nodded after thinking for a while. Then, a wizard who was waiting by the side disappeared from the spot.
After his subordinates left to relay the order to retreat, the old butler glanced at the screen and frowned slightly. He still didn't speak.
In fact, based on the current situation, he probably wouldn't need to speak for a long time.
The direction of the war was clear. Even with Rosie's magical plants, it was only a delay. If there were no other breakthroughs, the expansion of the second battlefield into France would be unstoppable.
On the other hand, Madam Maxim … and the leaders of the other forces gathered here were clearly aware of this fact, which could be easily seen from their gloomy expressions.
France needed more … No! More powerful reinforcements.
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