Chapter 534: War

Another week later, on the Noah's Ark, the resistance army, which had been preparing for a long time, began their long-planned revolution.

It started as a strike, then evolved into a parade, and later, no one knew whose gun went off first, but the conflict began just like that, eventually evolving into a war that swept across the entire Noah's Ark.

The bottom-layer civilians, who occupied the absolute majority, began to charge toward the second floor where the elites lived and the third floor where the powerful lived. They occupied the absolute numerical advantage.

However, the elites who had been powerful for years were no pushovers. Although they were few in number, with professionally trained soldiers and the most advanced weapons and equipment, the combat power of these powerful guards was astonishing. Often, one guard could fight three or four or even more civilian resisters.

For a time, both sides fought back and forth, inseparable. The battle situation on the second floor, as the main battlefield, fell into a stalemate. Normally, it would be difficult to determine a winner in a short time.

And in the very center of the third floor, in the Central Cathedral, the angels stood one by one on high, overlooking the battlefield below. Regarding the scene of corpses strewn across the field and blood flowing like a river, they were indifferent, as if they had long been accustomed to it. Many angels even started a tea party while watching the show, occasionally commenting on the battle situation.

"I think the civilians can win. Their numerical advantage is too great. If the stalemate continues, those powerful people won't be able to hold on for long."

"I, on the other hand, think the powerful side has a better chance of winning. The combat power of professional soldiers versus the resistance army composed of these workers and farmers is simply not on the same level. Having a numerical advantage is useless; war still requires professionals."

"Forget it. War is actually about logistics. You have to know that the granaries and factories of this Ark are almost all in the lower city, and now the lower city is the territory of the resistance army. They are the truly resource-advantaged side. If this war continues for another month or two, those powerful armies will run out of food."

"That's if the resistance army can hold on for two months. Look at the damage ratio on both sides. If it continues at the current rate of attrition, the resistance army will die out and go offline before the powerful army runs out of food."

Just like that, sitting high in the highest cathedral of the upper city, the angels enjoyed delicacies while discussing the possible direction of the battle with their acquaintances.

On one side was a bloody battlefield like a meat grinder, and on the other was a high-society tea party where "gods" were clinking glasses. Comparing the two, the irony was palpable.

However, the angels had long been accustomed to this situation and were not surprised.

You have to know that war chess is very popular in Heaven, and the highest-level war chess is a real war using all living beings as chess pieces. In Heaven, there are really quite a few such hardcore players.

Compared to the spectacular scenes they had seen in Heaven where big bosses directly took out two Great Worlds as game venues for real duels, the war on the Ark below seemed a bit petty. In the eyes of the angels, this couldn't even be counted as a war; at most, it was just two groups of ants fighting for territory.

However, since they weren't in Heaven now, in this godforsaken small world, it was good enough to have some fun to watch, so don't be picky.

As a war angel and a fanatical military strategy game lover, Michael was also observing the battlefield with great interest. She was still seriously analyzing the battle situation on both sides in her heart.

It was just that while analyzing, she remembered that the big boss was right beside her, so she turned her head to look at the Pure White Angel.

"Your Majesty, what do you think of this battle situation? Which side will win?"

The Seraph lady asked.

After all, the superior beside her was the God of War of the Mana Web. Even though she herself was of the Guiguzi Zhuge Sect, this did not prevent Michael from feeling awe toward this big boss of the Fate Apocalypse.

"Naturally, the resistance army."

The Pure White Angel's golden eyes reflected the situation of the entire battlefield. She easily predicted the outcome of the war a few months later.

Moreover, other angels might not know, but she herself knew very well that the leader of this resistance army was a disciple she had taught herself. If she couldn't even win such a small scene, then Noah's homework should be super-doubled.

However, logically speaking, as a disciple she had trained herself, Noah's tactical style should be consistent with her teacher's, but now, looking at the traces of troop deployment on this battlefield...

The Pure White Angel frowned slightly.

It seems a bit wrong. Why has Noah's tactical style changed so much recently? Why does it look more and more like the Eldest Miss's style?

Sophie Liya felt some doubt in her heart.

Noah's previous tactical style was similar to hers: the type of precise micro-management that first investigated the opponent's information, then took targeted action, and never missed the vital point once she made a move.

But now, Noah's tactical style seems to have become much more impatient, or more colloquially, she has become more reckless.

However, it was not the brainless reckless, but the reckless based on extreme confidence in her own strength.

That was the Eldest Miss's tactical style. She didn't care about enemy information, how strong or weak they were, or what their weaknesses were. If she had the time to investigate these, she might as well comprehensively improve herself.

Don't look at others' weaknesses; look at your own weaknesses and then compensate for them. As long as you become a hexagonal war god, then no matter what enemy you encounter, the opponent will be a gift.

Well, as long as you know a little bit about everything, then no matter what enemy you encounter, you can adapt and face it calmly.

However, it was clear that not everyone had the monstrous aptitude of the Eldest Miss. The Eldest Miss's style was something others really couldn't learn. Not everyone could learn it as soon as they learned it, and master it as soon as they learned it. Others who forced themselves to learn it would only end up as losers who knew everything but mastered nothing.

Therefore, Noah seems to be dual-cultivating now. This style is somewhat balanced between hers and the Eldest Miss's style.

But where did Noah learn the Eldest Miss's style?

Sophie Liya frowned, feeling some doubt.

Is it because this child's personality is very similar to the Eldest Miss, so she has a similar style? This couldn't possibly be something she really learned from the Eldest Miss, right? She hadn't even been to the Magitech Republic.

For a moment, the Pure White Angel was a bit unsure.

Tsk, being a fate insulator is annoying; I can't divine when I'm indecisive.

"I think so too."

Michael, who was on the side, didn't know what her superior was thinking, but hearing that the big boss also favored the resistance army, she nodded, but then asked with some worry.

"Your Majesty, is it okay to let these mortals mess around like this? Do we really not need to intervene?"

The Seraph lady asked with some hesitation.

Right now, they hadn't completely defeated the witches yet. Starting a civil war at such a critical moment was really too much internal friction.

Popping champagne at halftime is not a good omen. Don't let the great advantageous situation be reversed by the opponent in the end.

However, regarding Michael's inquiry, Sophie Liya just shook her head.

"It doesn't matter. Let them mess around. Anyway, their value has already been fulfilled. Moreover, no one can stop this civil war."

The Pure White Angel looked at the battlefield not far away. She could clearly see two strange knights, one white and one red, riding horses and leisurely wandering through the battlefield. However, the people who had killed until their eyes were red on the battlefield seemed unable to see these two knights, and everyone ignored this pair of strange red and white knights.

But Sophie Liya didn't dare to underestimate them. She was, after all, an angel-witch, so naturally, she wouldn't fail to recognize the iconic authority of her ancestor, the God King.

"Is it Chaos and War among the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?"

The Pure White Angel murmured in her heart.

She knew very well that just as the end of the world she blew the trumpet of the apocalypse for was bound to come, when these Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse descended on a certain place, that area could actually be sentenced to death directly.

As long as the Four Horsemen were still there, then this civil strife would sooner or later break out. Even if the angels personally entered the field, they could at most delay the detonation time of this time bomb slightly.

Moreover, chaos and war had already arrived; could famine and plague be far behind?

"Sigh, I don't know how many people can survive on this Ark in the end."

Sophie Liya sighed, thinking this in her heart.

But this had nothing to do with her. She should still think about how to defeat the Eldest Miss.

If this were reality, she might not be able to completely ignore these impending disasters, but the Witch Night was just a dream game. She hadn't reached the level of sympathy flooding to the point of being busy with disaster relief everywhere in the game.

The Pure White Angel withdrew her gaze from the battlefield below, and then, to prevent her sympathy from flooding, she went back to being autistic.

Just as she said just now, the mission of these believers had already been completed. Their previous existence was to contribute faith so that she could continuously summon angels from Heaven.

But now the faith value was already overflowing. The storage of five hundred years was long enough, the angelic delegation had finished recruiting, and the excess faith value had long had nowhere to be used.

These believers were like miner units in a game. In the early stage of the game, resources were scarce, and miners were crazily created, regretting only that there weren't enough miners. But by the middle and late stages of the game, various automated mining machines had long since burst the resource reserves, and miners were an eyesore.

A ruthless player might even cross the river and tear down the bridge, directly decomposing these miners with no utilization value to exchange for resources, squeezing out the last bit of value.

But because of her disciple Noah, Sophie Liya ultimately didn't manage to be that ruthless.

So, let them be. Whether they live or die in the end depends on the arrangement of fate.

"Teacher Dorothy, do you think we can win?"

On the other side, in the underground cathedral, the Loli Pope was remotely commanding the resistance army's actions while looking at the leisurely Witch Teacher beside her with some trepidation.

"Win? Hehe, war has never had a winner. From the moment the war began, we had actually already lost."

Dorothy raised her head, looked at the battle situation map on the sand table in front of her, and then curled her lips slightly, saying so.

Hearing such words, Noah also fell silent. After a while, she sighed.

"Yes, Teacher, you are right. War really has no winners."

Listening to the battle reports from various departments, the Loli Pope also felt a bit powerless.

Even though she had tried her best to do everything she could to the best of her ability, how could war not shed blood? Real war is not like in hot-blooded youth manga where they fight until the sky is dark and the earth is dark, but not a drop of blood is seen.

From the beginning of the war to now, it had only been a few hours, but the number of soldiers sacrificed in the resistance army had already reached a level that Noah couldn't bear to look at.

"If there were no war, would they still be able to live well and accompany their relatives and friends?"

Noah murmured softly.

Then...

Then she was slapped on the back of the head.

Although she was a cyborg with a full-body prosthesis, the back of her head was her sensitive point. After all, the brain-machine interface was in this place. Suddenly being slapped like this, even if it wasn't hard, the Loli Pope almost cried out.

But before she could get angry, that familiar voice rang in her ear.

"What are you thinking? Is now the time for you to be discouraged? Command well. Your comrades have entrusted their lives to you. Now there is only one thing you need to do, and that is to let as many people as possible go home."

Dorothy looked at this cheap disciple with a "hate that iron doesn't become steel" look. At such a critical moment, this bastard actually dared to shake the morale of the army. Fortunately, she was the supreme leader. If this were in the Magitech Republic, the Home Witch might have already prepared to cut off her dog head to sacrifice the military flag. And being scolded like this, the Loli Pope was also full of regret. She hurriedly tidied up her mood and concentrated on commanding the battle.

However, half an hour later, during the rest time when the battle situation stabilized, looking at the casualty report that had increased by a large margin compared to just now, Noah's mood became more depressed.

Although she also knew that her wild thoughts were wrong, but thinking that these comrades died because of her, she just felt as if a giant mountain had pressed over, making it hard to breathe.

She really wanted to find Teacher Dorothy to confide in again, but opened her mouth, and then stopped talking.

Forget it, she wasn't actually that fragile.

"Sigh, if only the church's propaganda that good people can go to heaven after death were true."

After a long silence, the Loli Pope could only murmur like this.

Then...

Then she felt wind behind her head.

Thinking she was going to be beaten again, Noah immediately hugged her head and squatted down, but this time, the expected slap did not arrive.

A hand gently touched her head.

"Heaven really doesn't have that, but it doesn't matter. I will take action. You just charge, Noah. Teacher will think of a way."

The Home Witch said this, and behind her, a huge pitch-black door slowly rose and then opened.

..... Netherworld opening...