Lords: From Civilization to the Stars.

Chapter 18 Chivalrous Expedition!

The ocean is gradually turning blue, and the changes in the world are continuing.

Dozens of ships, adorned with countless wreaths and blessing ribbons, seemed to have come out of a knight's fairy tale and were sailing on an ocean that was completely different from the legend.

According to the legends of the Knights' Kingdom, the sea near the North Pole is supposed to be filled with sinister magic and huge winds and waves. The magical winds of the chaotic wasteland cause all material structures to collapse and countless unnatural phenomena occur one after another.

According to the records, the Chivalrous Expedition team should have faced huge waves more than ten meters high, countless lightning and thunder, and fierce beasts in the ocean formed a tight defense line. If they wanted to pass through this supernatural barrier, they could only advance step by step through the Norse strongholds along the way.

It has long been the custom to use the blood and supplies of the Norscans to continue their great chivalrous expeditions.

If the Norsemen robbed them, they could naturally rob them back.

But now, Sir Joshua looked at the blue water and thought of his pilot's horrified description of the day before.

'A giant has torn the sky of the Chaos Wasteland apart! I can see that the goddess's token is in the giant's hand! He has torn the earth and the sky apart, destroying all magic!'

"That is an unknown monster born from the void! He wants to destroy us all! I can see this future!"

'The goddess's holy object is being defiled! It is being insulted!'

Although halfway through the conversation, Sir Joshua was furious that he dared to insult the goddess's sacred object and was beheaded by him. But now it seems that the navigator is not wrong.

What is needed in the chaotic area is a specialized navigator who has a keen sense of the wind of magic, and the message sent by the navigator is often a special sign.

This sign is most likely some kind of hint, but the navigator himself cannot tell.

Just like now, everyone can feel the beating of the Holy Grail in their hearts as if it is in their blood.

The concept and words of the giant were just a metaphor. Perhaps the Holy Grail was in the hands of the Norsemen, but the sacredness of the Holy Grail itself triggered the aura that made them chase after it.

After all, even the necromancer Sandro, a huge evil demon who almost destroyed the world, failed to successfully destroy the Holy Grail. He just added some seals and enshrined it. No one would believe what the Norsemen did.

If those Norscans hadn't gone too far, there wouldn't even be two chivalrous expedition fleets.

After all, this is not the first time dealing with Norsca.

If they really couldn't survive, the chivalrous knights wouldn't do anything too extreme. They would usually just cut off the weapon-bearing hands of adult men, and then give food and gold to women and children in exchange for holy objects.

This has been the case for hundreds of years. It was just that the goddess's holy grail was too precious, and the seal seemed to be lifted, so they were summoned by the goddess in their dreams and came here.

Soon, the emerald green beam of light proved that their judgment was correct.

The goddess was indeed calling them.

It was obvious that the Holy Grail had been unsealed and was appealing to the knights of the kingdom with infinite power.

"Sir, our fleet has not suffered much loss so far, and those serfs are trying to go home. I'm afraid their faith in the goddess is not enough to last until we arrive at our destination."

"speak English."

"There's a mutiny in the lower deck, ser."

The knight, wearing a large and showy suit of armor, walked into the captain's room and whispered:

"They resisted going too far from home, and claimed they were deceived. We had been tracking the Norscans for more than two weeks, though we thought the journey would only take a day or two. The lower serfs revolted."

"I asked you to keep it simple. For such a small matter, you can just give a summary directly."

Wiping the well-preserved medal of the seventh place in the Knight's Tournament in the captain's room, Sir Joshua glanced at his servant impatiently. "I didn't bring you with me to let you learn to be petty like those serfs. Those serfs are just a group of short-lived slaves. It is our duty and mission to protect them, but it does not mean that we have to understand their actions. Just tell me the result directly."

"We killed fourteen serfs after dealing with the rebellion, and imprisoned some disobedient serfs in the bottom of the cabin. Will this be a problem?"

"will not."

Sir Joshua put on his medal, picked up the wreath and ribbon and hung them on his body, and said earnestly:

"Those slaves are nothing but mindless animals. They need our guidance. As long as we kill the leader, the rest of the serfs will naturally behave themselves. Don't have too much mercy. We are knights, fighting for glory.

These serfs are necessary property. Since they claim to follow the goddess's footsteps, they must be brought into the arena. But if their faith is not firm, they can be killed and discarded. Would you spend some currency that was once stained with feces?

We are knights, not merchants, remember that."

"I understand, uncle."

"Call me sir. Now go out and announce that we are about to land. Find a messenger to inform him that we will soon be able to kill those Norscans and return home with our belongings."

"Yes, Sir."

The young man dressed in gorgeous clothes nodded, then quickly lowered his head and walked out.

"For the sake of the goddess's holy relics, we will launch a chivalrous expedition against those bandits in the Arctic! - Well, that's it."

After coughing twice in the captain's room to practice his throat, Joshua waited for a moment and then walked out of the captain's room.

As expected, countless knights were looking at the leader.

"My fellow countrymen, my friends! We have now reached the end of the world!"

"We will launch a chivalrous expedition against those vile Norscans. We will destroy their homes and take the honor we deserve!"

"We must—"

As Joshua was speaking passionately, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

For some reason, everyone's eyes stopped looking at him and instead looked past his body and toward the back. There was unspeakable fear and panic in their eyes, as if they had seen the embodiment of some nightmare.

Subconsciously, Sir Joshua turned and looked back.

Then he saw it.

I saw the team standing on the edge of the coast.

Those Norscans, some ordinary abducted slaves who were once residents of the kingdom, and a pair of eyes that seemed to collapse the sky.

Spiral's eyes were shining brightly, and everything engraved in that gaze almost destroyed their will.

"Welcome, my newest compatriots."

The voice could not be heard, but a clear feeling of the sound rang in everyone's mind.

"My new residents, welcome to the Land of Descendants."

(End of this chapter)