Lords: From Civilization to the Stars.

Chapter 66 I'm Really Not Good at Fighting
'Your Pale Army has launched a terrifying charge under your personal command!'

'Your Pale Army's ability: All Terror has taken effect!'

'All things are horrified: the exclusive feature of the Soulless Pale Army. Any creature with a soul will fall into great fear and terror after seeing the Soulless. Even if the opponent has the effect of resisting fear, it cannot avoid being horrified. Only creatures such as demons and elemental life can reduce the level of terror.'

'The enemy's front has been broken! Fourteen infantry regiments, seven cavalry regiments, and one construction site civil engineering regiment have collapsed and disbanded! You are on the road to victory!'

'The enemy commander Joshua was noticed by the gods, and the beheading attempt failed!'

"The devil Joshua has activated his charisma!"

'The enemy's lines are reorganizing!'

"Alas, I really am not suited to fighting. There are simply too many things to consider."

Floating in the observatory, Leon felt everything that happened in his territory and sighed with some regret.

The one who was fighting the enemy outside was the phantom he created. After all, he was a real core figure, and it would be best if he could watch from a safe place. He needed to show his ability to his people when he came to the battlefield head-on.

But if you can't distinguish between your real needs and your own value, that's when things will go wrong. So Leon rationally returned to his observatory and began to control the entire battle situation from the perspective of the overall civilization. He let his avatar act arrogantly outside and maximize the magic wind and spell structure.

But just like what happened just now, although Leon resisted the demonic invasion of the God of Wisdom in the Heavenly Fortress, and also resisted the attacks of the God of War and the God of Life at the Giant Tree Outpost - by the way, the God of Life didn't seem to have been hit at all, he was instead charging the giant tree, allowing the life barrier to expand another circle, causing the Blood God to be powerless and furious - but he didn't find the last one, the God of Joy.

Because they didn't kill enough demons and didn't have enough time to take countermeasures, the giant emotional entity finally transformed their strongest commander into a demon shaped like a giant snake.

"Ah, the beheading failed..."

Looking at the demon that was born from the body, struggling and roaring at the sky, Leon raised his eyebrows.

I really am not very good at fighting, just like my initial conclusion and judgment. If Ulfric came, he might have killed the demons directly and persuaded the enemy to surrender, right?
But compared to the current Chivalrous Expedition, the long-term Norscan Migration is more important in the long run. As long as the overall mystery and calm attitude are guaranteed, people will spontaneously think that this force is worth relying on.

After all, even in times of crisis, a figure of Ulfric's caliber did not return to the Landing Place. This confidence and performance was the best billboard for the Norsemen. They always admired and followed the strong, so they would spontaneously follow Ulfric and move in in large numbers after the Chivalrous Expedition.

But in the final analysis, it was because of my own strategy that was not good enough.

If his strategy was really good, with 200 special units charging and destroying the opponent's morale, it would be strange if he didn't just drive the opponent into the sea. How could he reveal his cards bit by bit like he was doing now?

"Keep struggling, demon. See how many cards you can draw..."

Looking at the second and third colors on standby in the void, as well as the last lavender logo that was gathering due to the casualties of demons on the battlefield, Leon floated in the observatory, calmly watching everything in the territory.

He saw the demon let out a piercing scream, instantly knocking his own Pale Army beast to the ground.

He saw that the monster used unimaginable language and commands to suppress the fear in people's hearts. Perhaps because ordinary humans had no way to fight against the fear from the soul, demons broke free from their human bodies and began to form a defense line on the battlefield, one after another making the Pale Army lose its combat capability.

To be honest, this is quite simple, because the difference in numbers is too great. A group of demons can just suppress their fear and hold the Pale Army in place.

After the commotion, the slippery demon seemed certain of its victory, and looked in the direction of Leon's phantom with a grin.

"We are the only ones left now, wizard."

"Well, well done. Unexpectedly brilliant, demon. Congratulations on your unity and concerted efforts in defeating the enemies on the first path."

"So? You lunatic, you're still able to laugh? Even if we chop you into pieces, it won't relieve the hatred in my heart."

The demon was wielding seven or eight gorgeous weapons, with a ferocious look on his face.

Leon's phantom stood opposite everyone, but he showed a mysterious smile.

"Why aren't you smiling? Although you have solved the first stage of the Pale Army... then, what are you going to do about the second stage?"

"...?"

The second one… ?
What's the second one?

Does he have a second power of the Dark Gods?
The demons who were suppressing the struggling Pale Army were stunned when they heard this voice from the bottom of their hearts. "That's right. Although I don't know much about how to fight, I do have some experience with psychic powers and preparation plans. Two hundred people against twenty thousand people, we must do some preparation work."

Li Ang smiled, stretched out his finger, and drew a line in the air.

The sound like breaking glass resounded through the minds of all living creatures in the Broken Land, filling everyone's heart with a terrifying sense of impending doomsday.

The terrifying red light in the sky gradually dissipated, and a twisted green light began to spread from the wound of the world. And the voice that seemed like a curse and could be automatically understood in everyone's mind was born again from the soul, and the chanting voice that should not have appeared was once again transmitted to everyone's mind.

“From the moment the creatures of this world left the ruins, they became travelers.

Faced with this strange world, they placed their slim hopes on the future and embarked on the direction guided by the four paths.

Yes, there is a path that points this way.”

"..."

In expansion.

Under the illumination of the light green twisted light, the pale beasts under the demon began to swell abnormally.

Like a bloated and deformed monster, a foul stench began to emanate and linger around, dark green muscles and rotten branches spread out from the body, and terrifying plants full of vitality burst out.

And Li Ang's voice still echoed in the air.

“That deformed path shows that people distort themselves for the sake of their own continuation, and desire the result of the cycle of entanglement with each other.

Plants, green, combined, only those who crave for love and nature, abandon ethics and dignity, can find the way of life. Become the continuation of decaying living things.

This is the path of life.”

Watching the knife cut into the swollen skin of the Pale Army, but the weapon was stuck by the rapidly regenerating flesh and blood, the snake-like Joshua looked at the smiling projection in anger.

"This is the power of the God of Life... How far do you want to humiliate us?!"

"everything."

Li Ang replied calmly.

"All of this. Demon Joshua."

"No matter what, everything in the world should be under my control. You are also the people I pity and love."

"This is not humiliation, but the truth. It is my gentle love. However, since you want to fight, I have to show the anger that a loving father would also have."

"Goethe, stand up."

"...Yes, Master."

The pale monster kneeling on the ground responded.

They stood up, shaking off the screaming demons that were trying to be pinned to the ground by their weapons like water.

In those turbid yellow eyes that were filled with a desire for destruction, there was no concept of normal life being seriously injured or dying. Their swollen bodies exuded a vicious vitality that caused the surrounding demons to scream in fear.

"Well, it's round two, Knight Joshua."

In the dirty green light, Leon's figure flashed and staggered, looking at the desperate expeditionary forces on the plain and said with a kind smile:

"Let's continue. You haven't fully unleashed your potential yet. You've only been blessed for a short time, right? Let me see what your transformed demons can offer. Haha, I hope it's nothing."

(End of this chapter)