Lords: From Civilization to the Stars.

Chapter 63 My People, My Love (Please Read!!)

This is very wrong, but I don't know what's wrong.

Standing on the beach and looking up at the world that seemed to be flooded by a flood, Edward felt his brain was a little foggy.

Just like drinking very strong liquor, Edward always felt that his life during this period was like falling into a fog. In a trance, it seemed that everything had passed, and yet it seemed that nothing had passed.

At the beginning, the players defined this chivalrous expedition as just a side job, to put it bluntly, it was to strengthen the momentum and let the Bretonnians know that the players were with them. In order to lay a reputation foundation for the Hope City near Norsca and Kislev, at least let the Bretonnians recognize the existence of the Hope City.

For players, it is not difficult to put together such a chivalrous expedition fleet in the Old World.

It can even be said that the existence of this fleet, and even its destruction, is necessary. Building ships without magical protection is not a problem even for players, but players have to prove that they have the ability and determination to do things.

After all, the main fleet is in the third expedition fleet that departed from Kislev Harbor. It is said to be for the expedition to the Broken Land, but in fact it is to explore the landmarks and resources of the Norse Peninsula and make plans for the future of the players. You can't say that you are having a great time in the front and steal other people's things in the back without paying anything.

This is a deal, a signal. The real goal of the players has never been to serve a certain force, but to find their own home through the cracks. This is why they value the geographical location information of Norsca provided by Leon so much.

As for the Chivalrous Expedition, victory or failure does not mean much to the players. If it succeeds, it is a good thing. If it fails, you have to show your bravery and at least earn some impression points.

But now, Edward looked at the dock that was being built in front of him, as well as the lush green mountains and the flat plain pass, and he always had an inexplicable feeling.

He seemed to have done something wrong, but he had no idea what it was.

I just have this feeling, a kind of confusion constantly spreading in my heart.

At this moment, an intimate voice dispelled the confusion that was growing in his heart.

"What's wrong? My dear Edward? Are you shocked by the Wound of the World?"

"No, it's just that I feel like something is not right..."

"Of course. We've knocked on the door, but the owner hasn't responded. This is definitely not right. This is not the character of that monster."

A white arm was placed on Edward's shoulder, and a handsome face came over from behind. Joshua's dazzling face looked at Edward with some pity, and then looked forward.

Although he was asking Edward, his purple eyes never even glanced at Edward, who had grown into a red-haired beauty. He just nervously glanced at the beach in front of him where boats had been unloaded one after another and camps and defense circles had been set up.

Joshua was just contaminated, not amnesia. He still remembered the terrifying wizard standing there.

Joshua remembered those crazy spiral eyes, the ability to get into people's minds and make them understand what they said, the crazy theory of love, and the ease and carefreeness when he was sent back.

But now, he has returned with a whole fleet. The wizard's followers began to set up warning traps around the camp, and even the entangled men and women briefly gave up the stimulation of their senses, trying to curb their desires for the game of the Supreme God, checking the camp and using secret methods to distort the area.

But where is the Witch King now?

Did he run away in fear?

Joshua's purple eyes scanned everything in front of him, with a look of doubt on his face. However, the next moment, his vision suddenly became blurred.

"No? I've been here for a while. It's just that you guys have been ignoring me."

"?!"

A voice suddenly sounded in Joshua's mind.

It was as if it was instinct, or as if the benevolent Prince of Pleasure had once again endowed him with new powers. His eyes seemed to penetrate some special spatial structure and saw the location of the wizard.

Right in front of all the expeditionary forces.

He hasn't changed anything.

Wearing a white robe and with a kind face, he stood in the middle of the pass. There was no one around him, only him standing there alone. But just looking at the man standing there, Joshua's brain began to ring the alarm frantically.

It seemed that being seen was some kind of spell, some kind of infection. The moment Joshua saw it, everyone seemed to have broken through the barriers and removed the cognitive defects in their minds. They looked at the man sitting in the middle of the pass, as if floating in the air, and exclaimed.

'Who is that?!'

'Is it the blasphemous wizard?'

'When was he there? Why didn't we see anything?'

There were cries of surprise from camps everywhere, and then these warriors, who had gone through the battle of sea elves and developed preliminary coordination and training characteristics, each took up their weapons and set up a shield wall.

On the ocean, the archers, crossbows, and artillery that were blessed or cursed by various holy spirits or monsters also turned their weapons and aimed at the white-robed wizard who looked frail and powerless and seemed harmless. A warning was issued in the minds of each of them.

Don't look him in the eyes.

Don't dwell on his words.

Only by maintaining correct hostility can we survive.

That's what the voice in their heads told them.

"Well, my future subjects, good morning. I am your lord, Leon."

A gentle voice that everyone could understand appeared in their minds. The terrifying feeling of oppression even made people have some kind of substantial illusion, causing some people with weak wills to kneel down instinctively.

"Although you lackeys are constantly fighting each other, I cannot let my guard down. After all, I have my kingdom. My knights are fighting in the Chaos Wasteland, and my people are also fearlessly protecting their homes. My fortress is standing at the border, intercepting all the demons."

"So I'm the only one here. Of course, I'm here to persuade you to surrender. Because I really love each and every one of you, and I treasure every person in this world. If possible, I hope no one will die."

"If you can accept it, please tell me in your heart. I can feel everything about you."

"..."

"Well, did the initial negotiations break down? That's not surprising. But look at this, you might consider it. I'm not lying, I will save you from your suffering."

Seeing the silence and only the swords and guns pointed at his beachhead, Leon seemed helpless. He sighed indulgently and snapped his fingers.

"Come out, my servant, my minions. Come and see the ugly postures of your former comrades."

Voices filled with compassion and love echo in the heavens, and infinite light emerges on the earth.

Again and again, the feeling of something breaking flickered and jumped in front of everyone's eyes. The invisible barrier between cognition and the world collapsed in front of everyone, causing the contents inside to slowly fall to the ground.

The huge, several-meter-tall monster was pale all over, and where the scales and wings once were was now a grayish-white color like ash. But the strange monster was still alive. Under the gentle sea breeze, the curled-up monster slowly spread its limbs and raised its head.

The pale creature that was once a knight slowly stretched out its rugged and deformed hand, and said to the position in a hoarse voice:

"Joshua..."

“Save…save…me…”

"..."

Looking at that familiar face, an uncontrollable and overwhelming sense of fear almost instantly swept through the entire Chivalrous Expedition Fleet.

(End of this chapter)