Lords: From Civilization to the Stars.

Chapter 58 Evil Spirit
The hurt of the world.

That is the name of the great rift that has appeared in the sky above the Broken Lands.

Among all the magical observation methods, that huge crack was like a wound in the world, greedily absorbing all the chaotic magic winds that appeared, and dissipated in that closed space for unknown reasons.

This is an extremely terrifying thing. Even if the Magic Wind is used, it will only reduce the concentration of the surroundings, and will not cause the Magic Wind itself to dissipate. But on the World Wound side, the existence of the Magic Wind is directly blank. There is an unimaginable existence that swallowed it all.

Wizards believed that this should be a rare natural phenomenon, like a rift in the world.

But now, under that huge wound, he can truly feel the greatness of the power of nature and the insignificance of his own power.

What they have to do is to conquer the master who has blasphemed the goddess and the meaning of war. What they have to do is to tear apart all the wizard's tricks and return everything to the starting point.

"Sir, we have found the landing point."

"Already found?"

"Yes, there are very obvious marks on the edge of the world created by the wound."

Wearing light blue woven robes, the pilot and the wizard's attendant lowered their heads humbly, and only the sapphires on their fingertips reflected a light that made people feel a little disturbing.

"Our advance team has sent a message. That should be the result of the cracks caused by the World Wound and the bombardment of the magic wind. We have seen many similar gaps, but they are all full of reefs and rubble. Only the largest gap at the edge can barely support our landing."

"The Broken Lands are full of towering cliffs. This is recorded in the records, sir. If Lord Joshua is not lying, I'm afraid the beach Lord Joshua saw is the only landing point in the entire Broken Lands."

“Do we want to take the risk of logging in a place like this?”

The wizard's attendant bowed his head and obeyed as always.

But for some reason, looking at the blue individual, Goethe felt upset inside and waved his hand with some dissatisfaction.

"Okay, no need to say more. Since it's a new area, let's go there. Even though Joshua is a loser, it's almost certain that the great wizard has set a trap there. And since you are sure that this is a new area, it's just the right place to ambush the criminals."

"But, sir, although we have not found any traces of human activity, it is very dangerous to station at the junction of the Chaos Wasteland. We are likely to encounter some problems—"

"I told you, speed is of the essence. Get over here now!"

"…Your will, my lord."

The wizard's attendant bowed his head respectfully and faithfully carried out Goethe's will.

But somehow, Goethe felt a little unhappy and dizzy. He shook his huge head in dissatisfaction, puffed out a puff of black smoke, walked out of the room and looked at the positions built around him on the beach, with countless anger and irritability in his heart.

He did not notice how smooth the transition was, as if several days had disappeared directly in his mind. Goethe just walked on the beach irritably, looking at the surrounding buildings, his heart burning with anger.

Why don't you attack? Why don't you kill those bastards?
Why on earth are they still stationed here?
Various confusions and doubts entangled in his mind, and finally turned into a question that was natural to the Goethe Knight.

Why is he still here?
'Am I...scared of something?'

A flash of light flashed through his mind like lightning, and Goethe looked towards the cliff. At that moment, a golden lightning flashed across the night sky, making a terrifying explosion.

"what is that?"

With just one glimpse, Goethe left an unimaginable figure on his retina.

It was a giant monster.

No, it could be a human, but it feels like a twisted giant monster.

At least Goethe felt that the guy was unlikely to be a human. Although in Goethe's cognition, he had become huge because of his belief and moral support, the figure he saw in the flash was even more terrifying.

He was about the same height as himself, but compared to the festering and thin armor on Goethe's body, the steel armor that the terrifying creature wore, which was as simple as tree bark, was like a wall. A pair of faint light blue fluorescent lights permeated from the helmet that was almost several dozen centimeters thick, staring at Goethe like a nightmare.

After the golden lightning flashed, Goethe subconsciously shook his head and looked towards the cliff again, but did not see any figure.

...Is it an illusion?
Was this an illusion? Goethe subconsciously turned around and looked at the tiny buildings in the darkness, questioning his soldiers.

"Hey, did you see a giant monster on the cliff just now?"

"No, my lord."

The soldier in the shadows lowered his head and said obediently:
"We just saw you suddenly look toward the top of the hill, and then you froze. There was nothing over there."

"Say it again?! Didn't you see the monster on the hill?!"

"My lord, there is nothing over there."

The soldier slowly raised his head, his blank, featureless face turned to Goethe, who stiffened instantly, and a sound of grievance came from within the mask.

"Because we can't see anything either, sir. This is the end you are leading us to. How can you ask us what we see? We are already blind. What can we see?"

'boom! ! ! ’

Looking at the terrified soldier, Goethe's hair stood on end, and in the next moment, he felt that the deafening lightning seemed to have brought something.

He didn't bother to continue taking care of the soldiers without facial features, and subconsciously turned around and drew his weapon.

He was scared.

In this inexplicable and bizarre world, Goethe felt a shudder from the bottom of his heart, so much so that he let out a sharp, woman-like scream without even seeing the visitor clearly.

"who?!"

'...'

That evil spirit, that huge and unimaginable evil spirit, was holding a huge axe and spear that was as big as the house they built, riding a terrifying monster that was two people tall, standing quietly behind him and overlooking his army.

Two deep blue lights flickered behind the armor, and the dark brown shield, which was even taller and heavier than a person, was like an arm shield in its hand. The terrifying aura even made the Goethe Knight with red eyes subconsciously forget to breathe, and looked at the giant beast standing in the center of the camp with some horror.

"Giant Tree Knight. Come to say hello."

A dull sound came from the huge steel monster, and it raised the huge axe gun high into the sky with one hand.

'boom! ! ! ’

With a deafening roar, golden lightning instantly struck the monster, wrapping the entire body of the terrifying beast, which was at least five meters tall, with golden lightning.

In this dark storm, the axe and spear were surrounded by golden lightning, and under the Goethe Knight's bloodshot eyes, they swept through their army mercilessly. In just a moment, the Goethe Knight felt that the world was rolling upside down, and only countless blood-red mud bloomed on the rocks on the ground.

In the Goethe Knight's already hazy consciousness, only the roar entangled with thunder and lightning left a disdainful sound.

"…Traitors."

……

"I'm not a traitor! You are!"

With a miserable howl, Goethe suddenly sat up from the bed, gasping for breath, and looked at everything around him anxiously.

"…You look like you're having that nightmare again, my Lord."

A wizard attendant with azure eyes sat beside the bed, stroking the azure crystal and lighting a candle.

In the dark night, the trustworthy servant humbly bowed to the panting Goethe Knight. His two shining eyes seemed to have magical power, and he said softly:

"This is already the third day. If you don't mind, can you let me interpret your dream for you?"

(End of this chapter)