Lords: From Civilization to the Stars.

Chapter 146 As long as justice prevails, even if the world perishes

When you kill a person and watch his life slip away, you will feel a sense of fear and sadness.

When you kill ten people, you feel the madness and power of controlling the lives of others.

However, when the number of people began to reach hundreds, the emotion began to become numb and calm. It was like doing some familiar work, and any emotion would not seem interesting in the numb and monotonous process.

Then, what if the death toll rises to 10 billion? At that time, even the feeling will not exist. Because all this is just a number, an abstract and vague number. This number may mean the hard work of countless people, a great country and the future, and may represent infinite possibilities, but it is just a number.

To Li Ang, to the Negative Stars, these numbers, no matter how magnificent they were, did not mean much. Because in the end, it was just a line of numbers. A vague concept that could be calculated, predicted, and even confronted. Even now, when the wronged souls made up of numbers had arrived in front of them, the Negative Stars were still not shaken.

They were no longer under the control of Leon's mental link, and omissions began to appear in their movements and steps, and even some operational errors occurred. They were no longer the perfect machines they once were.

But they are still resisting, resisting very tenaciously, which is completely different from what people estimated at the beginning.

In the beginning, people were even optimistic that with the help of their Savior Army and Leon's evil deeds, the Negative Stars would have surrendered long ago, and they would only have to face the god in the flesh and his last Soulless Guards.

By then, the Chaos Gods will suppress his fire in the Warp, and they will completely kill his army in the real world and his body, sealing this desire for self-destruction.

However, the plan was relatively perfect, but unfortunately a huge problem occurred in the first step along the way.

Because none of the Negative Stars are surrendering, they are still resisting stubbornly.

Behind the Antarctic fulcrum, there are mountains and ridges, and the automatic outposts and fortresses built by players have become a series of death ravines. These interactive defense lines that can be used both inside and outside make people realize the significance of fortress science for the first time.

Obviously, when the Negative Stars were building this position, they had already considered what they would do if the enemy first captured the South Pole fulcrum. They had perfectly built a whole system of death fortresses. Every time a firepower fulcrum was removed, there would always be more artillery fire coming back.

Step by step, the Salvation Army advanced with difficulty, and each step carried the blood of tens of thousands of people. The entire vast Antarctic plain was even dyed red with each other's blood. Countless heavily armored soldiers roared in the blood of their comrades, and charged towards the positions of the Negators without stopping. It can even be said that they were using their lives to block the artillery bombardment of the Negators, and using their blood to open the way for those who came later.

Demons fell, dragons on top, dragons fell, giants on top, every large and immortal creature carried the fire of artillery and guns, and moved forward like a group of ants in a fire.

And there was not only this bloody and cruel roar on the battlefield, there were also questions and roars from other people.

Some people who were once good friends, some people who thought they were righteous, fought in the melee battlefield, using one subspace ritual after another to create a stage for targeted slaughter, affecting both the enemy and us. The direct manifestation was that those who were friends and brothers would directly meet each other and complete their fateful battle.

"Why! Why do you want to die with this world-destroying devil!"

"Death? When have we ever died? My master promised that we would ascend into the starry sky and enjoy eternal peace. Not only us, but also you who are rebelling now will be the same."

The Negative Star Elf blocked the sword of the Sword Dancer, his delicate face full of indifference and toughness.

"Because the axiom is there. Because we can't sleep on a planet forever. We shouldn't live like slaves, we should have a better life. You haven't seen it at all, and you can't imagine our life. Losing yourself? No self-will? That kind of thing doesn't exist at all."

"But the way you are now, aren't you brainwashed? Only brainwashed people say they won't be brainwashed!"

"I'm giving you the same words back. How can you be sure that the Chaos God is correct?"

Sword lights crossed, and on the chaotic battlefield, the sparks from the collision of swords illuminated each other's faces.

They were good friends, and the Star-Bearers would naturally find their own companions and relationships on Osun. They were inseparable, sharing their secrets and hobbies, and even believing that they would die for each other. But now, in the face of real disagreement, they have gone to the opposite side without hesitation, and are unwavering in their belief that the other side is wrong.

"You believe the lies of the Chaos God, and the promises those monsters made to you. That is the Chaos God, the master of demons. You actually believed the lies those monsters told you. Who is the one who was brainwashed? Who is the one who is stubborn?"

The elf of the Negative Star moved lightly, and the long sword in his hand unfolded an elegant arc in front of him like a petal, making it impossible to tell where the sword light came from. And several holes suddenly appeared on the body of the elf who was fighting against it.

Pain, blood, and the enemy's language should have been a fatal blow to the elves, but now four colors of light are shining respectively.

The elf that had been gradually suppressed to a disadvantage actually recovered to its original state in just a few breaths, and even became stronger.

"Look! This is the promise the Chaos God gave us!"

The elf, who suddenly grew stronger, swung his sword to block the Star-Negative's sword, and chopped at him with a roar, as if he was holding some heavy weapon.

"They are using the Subspace Promise. These monsters have risked everything to fight you! We are all fighting for our lives! Think back carefully! All your previous promises and your current actions! Killing tens or even hundreds of billions of people, is this really what you want!"

"All we have lost is our misery and past poverty, but what we have gained is everlasting prosperity! It is because of the existence of the Chaos God that we have come to this point! Why don't you understand!"

"Only the evil god would promise eternity!"

"He is not an evil god! The blessing of your Chaos God has twisted your will!" Swords clashed, and countless bright lights flew around on the battlefield of melee. These were the final results of fate, reflected in the subspace, proving that their end was often to perish together.

This is a good thing, which means that fate has not yet reached the final node, and the Negative Star has not yet truly absorbed the essence of the subspace and started his most terrifying rule. With the sacrifice of countless people and the help from the Phoenix King Oliver, they are moving towards a certain pass with difficulty.

It was the closest natural pass to the Antarctic Tower, and it had been reinforced by Chaos Runes. There were more than 40,000 Negative Stars elites stationed there, and 10,000 Soulless Guards. Similarly, their leader was the famous Warmaster Ulfric. This powerful Chosen One, blessed by the twisted Chaos God power of the Negative Stars, was carrying his black iron giant sword, standing on the top of the city, laughing at the Savior Army that was gathering like a stream.

"Hahaha, look at you guys!"

The psionically diffused sound echoed throughout the battlefield, allowing everyone to hear Ulfric's heavily accented Imperial language.

"You came here without breaking through all the defenses. It seems that our allies have betrayed us? But it seems that you don't have many players. I believe there are many players who know who the monster is."

Ulfric stood on the tower, looking at the Saviors gathered below, touching his chin and smiling. Four different colored runes flashed on his body. When Leon analyzed the power of the warp, he blessed the Soulless Guards and Ulfric himself with these immature and impure powers. These first batch of test subjects had a powerful force beyond all the later ones.

However, because the experiment itself was too dangerous, and the consumption ratio was very high, after building about 30,000 Guards Soulless, Leon began to use the factory system to build the new era Soulless. But now, simply comparing in terms of strength, the old model army is still more powerful.

The terrifying Soulless Army standing on the city wall were several meters tall and wearing anti-magic armor. Together with the Negative Star Elf Army standing in the gaps beside them with guns in hand, they looked coldly at the army below the pass.

This is not a pass that can be conquered in a short period of time.

The peaks on both sides of the mountain road were reinforced by magic and rituals, and only the middle road could be attacked. But even if they could attack, they would be fighting against a terrifying fortress made entirely of anti-magic steel. Even if they used giants and dragons to pile up and let those extraordinary lives try to cross the sky, the giant tower behind them would also teach them a lesson.

The Antarctic Tower itself also has a series of defensive equipment. Although the angle to the ground is not very good, it is the easiest to hit the target in the sky. No dragon or angel would be stupid enough to challenge the power of intensive psychic bombardment.

So looking at the scattered troops below, Ulfric was extremely proud.

"However, you do have some means. You have enjoyed the gifts bestowed upon you by the Chaos Gods. However, we also possess their power. In front of the Antarctic defense line, please stay here forever."

"Don't worry. It won't be long before we become brothers. The power of the Star Children is our power, and our power is the power of the Star Children. Even a little interference and shielding cannot shake our determination. Sooner or later, you will enjoy our true power. Soon, the power of the adults will be gathered, and you..."

Ulfric was talking with a smile on the city wall, and the two Negative Star Auxiliary Soldiers around each Soulless Guard slowly took out their high-powered firearms.

The next moment, the tip of the knife pierced Ulfric's heart and head.

Under the horrified gaze of all the Saviors, the guns of the Elf Star Bearers instantly blew up the heads of all the Soulless. Before anyone could react, the entire pass was pulled apart. A thin figure wearing a crown stood in the center, set Ulfric's body on fire, and looked up at the Saviors.

It's the Phoenix King Oliver.

He specifically used his authority to cut off the signal of the Negative Star Elves, replaced the defenders of the pass, and launched a surprise attack on the switch.

"I didn't expect it took you so long to reach this defense line, and you even replenished Leon's energy... This is much worse than planned. However, if you give up your incompetent and weak actions now, you may be able to buy some time."

Oliver looked at the people below and pointed to the tall tower rising into the sky behind them.

"There is no time to play games with you. Ulfric is dead. Now lead the team to remove every psychic node. We only have about seven days left, and then we have to attack the giant tower. Only at the top floor can we completely lift his ritual."

"...Wait a moment, Phoenix King Oliver, I have a question for you. Why did you abandon the promise made to you by the Lord of the Negative Stars and help us instead?"

"I stand on the side of justice."

Looking at the blood-stained leader who flashed out from the crowd, Oliver said indifferently:
"As long as justice prevails, even if the world perishes, I don't mind doing anything as long as the elves can continue. I have placed a bet on both of you, and whoever wins will allow the elves to continue forever."

“How come you see?”

"You need the historical records and experiences of the long-lived species, and you also need the elves to help you consolidate your past history. Most importantly... you need the elves to help you fight against the re-emergence of the Negative Stars."

Oliver's voice was calm and indifferent, full of a mechanical feeling.

"Leon is indeed the strongest Lord of the Negative Stars, but as long as there is a trace of him in the Warp, he will surely rise again. You don't think that after killing Leon, you will no longer need the elves, a creature that has been branded by the Warp, to help you fight the God of Self-Destruction again? You need the elves, this is inevitable."

"..."

"Hurry up, Saviors. You don't have much time. Whoever wins, a new era will begin. There are still seven days until our final era."

Waving to the people behind him, Olivern flashed and disappeared into the pass again.

(I’ve been thinking about this for a long time… I must make a detailed outline in the future…)
(End of this chapter)