The Lances couldn't take back the corpse that crossed the dividing line...or dared not take back it.

The soldiers of the Annu Fortress were all discussing the power of the new artillery with great enthusiasm, believing that this powerful weapon made the Lances dare not approach.

The numb eyes of the low-level soldiers of Lance will only bring a little fear from the heart when they look at this dividing line.

None of the people who crossed that line survived!

Instinct tells them that behind that line means danger.

But only the extraordinary people know that this dividing line is not just caused by artillery...

Bishop Aslan stood on the city wall and looked into the woods in the distance.

The new mother Sefilot sat in the camp with a cold face.

The dividing line is perpendicular to the connection between the two, almost at the midpoint, and after the war began, there is a faint tendency to move towards the woods.

If Martin was here, he could clearly sense the power fluctuations of Bishop Aslan on the left side of the dividing line, and the power of the other side naturally came from the Pope Sefilot, the Temple of the Earth.

On Sefilotte's delicate face, most of the holiness and elegance had faded away.

She didn't expect that Aslan, who had just advanced to the 1st of the Sequence, could compete with her head... and there was a vague tendency to overwhelm her!

"The new mother, it's going to rain soon, the marching speed may be..."

"March with all your might, and the earthly god will protect them, so you don't have to worry about illness or pain." Sefilot's voice was cold.

The power of the realm of life can indeed heal injuries, but it cannot eliminate mental fatigue.

After a moment of silence, the voice of Grancis in the camp sounded: "Stop the daily offensive plan?"

He said in a deliberate tone.

Although Grancis was the bishop of the war field, he was in theory in charge of the army, but with the new mother, Grancis had to consider the instructions she issued.

For example, now, a battalion of soldiers is sent to attack every day. This kind of command that only laymen can send is from the new mother.

Although Grancis raised this question in a deliberate tone, it was also a kind of doubt!

The new mother did not speak, and her already cold face brought a little unhappy.

If she was a subordinate of the Temple of Mother Earth, no one would dare to doubt her order!

The atmosphere in the tent became a little stagnant...

"It's been attacking for four days, each battalion has two thousand people?" After a moment, Sefilot asked.

Grancis nodded, and when he heard this question, he understood something in his heart... Although Sefilott didn't understand military affairs, he was not so stupid that he couldn't see that letting a small group of troops launch an attack would be a death.

"Attack for another day tomorrow!"

"clear!"

...

Boom!

Lightning penetrated the clouds and brought downpours.

In the forest of Traveler Hills, rain washed down from the leaves, making the road very muddy, and the muddy water became more and more eroded under the trampling of soldiers, just like the situation for Reims in this war.

...

Martin spit out a breath of heat and put the empty bowl on the table. Looking at Tiya and Doriani sitting on both sides of the long table, he had a vague headache.

Dorian took the empty bowl and served Martin a bowl of his favorite seafood porridge, which was very natural.

Tiya, who was standing beside her, had no expression, but the temperature in the room dropped two minutes out of thin air.

"You guys came last night?" Martin asked.

Doriani nodded.

Tiya pointed to the direction of the moon and asked, "What did you do in the spiritual world? The moon turned rose last night."

Rose color?

Martin frowned slightly, thinking about the changes that had caused after he calculated the operating mechanism of the spiritual world.

If nothing unexpected happens, it is your "masterpiece".

"Is there any other impact besides the moon's change of color?" Martin asked.

Tiya shook her head: "Maybe there, but no discovery yet."

OK... Martin snored and drank a big bowl of seafood porridge.

As soon as he left the spiritual world last night and returned to his body, he vaguely saw Doriani and Tiya sitting in his bedroom. However, he was too tired at the time and fell asleep directly. This night was very peaceful...

When the rising sun shone on the window, a large basin of seafood porridge basically fell into Martin's stomach.

"You can study your own lessons today, and Gress and I have something to do."

In the carriage, Martin said to Tia and Doriani.

He wants to hand over the research materials and the disarmed golem to Gress, and study the golem's energy supply system together.

Of course, the main job is to be handed over to Gress, and this is definitely not because Martin is lazy. As a craftsman, Gress has a natural advantage in dealing with machinery.

To do your best to do your best to do your best to do your best to do your best. This is the plan that Martin, as the leader, should make!

In Gress's yard, when Gress saw the huge golem nearly three meters long lying across the ground, his eyes shining with an extremely curious light.

The golem has no head, and a pair of eye-like structures are directly embedded in a position close to the human clavicle.

Its shell is brown ring-shaped armor, which looks like some kind of metal, but Martin doesn't recognize it, and it has not rusted even after thousands of years.

"What is this?" Gress rubbed her hands and asked excitedly.

"Have you heard of golems?"

"The golem? Is it the kind of war machine Lan Pei's early days?"

As a craftsman, Gress certainly would not miss the record in this regard.

Martin nodded and took out a stack of drawings at the same time.

When Gress saw the drawings, her eyes straightened: "There are still design drawings!?"

For craftsmen, adding materials to the design drawings is equivalent to the finished product!

"Don't be too happy too early. Our primary goal is to figure out its energy system. This thing is at least three thousand years old. When we discover them, they are still moving!"

"What! Teacher, are you not mistaken?" The expression on Gress's face turned into surprise and suspicion.

Martin walked to the golem and tinkered twice at its "top of its head", that is, its neck.

The golem actually stood up staggeringly!

The pair of yellow light bulbs still emitted light, which was faint but very obvious.

Martin spread his hands and signaled that he was not joking.

Martin was also very surprised when he discovered that the golem was still performing a scheduled patrol mission in the palace last night.

When he entered the palace in a nightmare way, it was already the middle and late stages of the Lanpei Empire. Nearly a thousand years have passed since Sefir and Princess Aishi were exiled. Martin was very surprised that the golem could still work at that time. Unexpectedly, after nearly three thousand years and nearly two epochs, the golem was still working!

This is not a surprise, but a direct "I'll just go".

That's why Martin attaches so much importance to the energy source of this thing.

As Martin's chief suffering... the eldest disciple, Gress came into contact with the law of conservation of energy earlier than other students. To be precise, his progress in physics was much higher than others, and he almost immediately understood what Martin meant.

After taking the drawings, I first copied a copy instead of checking them, and then exchanged the original for Martin and saved them.

Gress didn't have a deep learning level of Lan Peimiwen and could barely read the materials with the help of a dictionary, so she also needed Martin to help translate it.

Martin picked up the pen and quickly translated it on the workbench.

"Teacher, whose work is this?" Gress asked, pointing to a line of names on the cover of the drawing.

"Asie Deresso, if she could live in this era, she would be an excellent craftsman, but...ah, a miserable woman..."

Martin couldn't help but sigh when he pronounced this name.

"Princess Aishi? The daughter of Queen Amara?"

Gries seemed to have heard of the name, and was a little surprised.

"Teacher, you seem to know her very well?"

Martin shook his head while translating the design plan, saying, "Can you imagine that two mid-level extraordinary people would starve to death..."

He briefly told Gress about Princess Aishi and Seifel, of course, the version without his participation.

One-hearted and two-handed use is now a common method Martin uses to train himself.

The direct cause of death between Sefir and Princess Aishi was due to lack of food.

The mid-level extraordinary person has abundant energy and strong abilities, but he still needs to maintain physical strength by eating. Moreover, if he uses extraordinary abilities, his appetite is much larger than that of ordinary people.

For example, Martin just ate five or six times the previous seafood porridge for breakfast.

Although she could last for a long time without food, Princess Aishi also came up with many solutions.
To be continued...