Lords: From Civilization to the Stars.

Chapter 76 The Bard's Troubles

If someone says that the lighthouse in their hometown is the greatest wonder in the world, then they have definitely not seen the Tartarus Lighthouse located on the Sage Beach. The black and gold lighthouse, hundreds of meters high, emits a dazzling light, and the World Wound and the Psychic Torch on the dome complement each other, illuminating the area within a radius of 100 miles as if it were daytime.

Even at night, people in the strait of Albion Island could see the brilliant psychic lights illuminating the entire sea area. The everlasting psychic torches hung high in the night sky, becoming the second sun of the route.

That is the great power of the Wizard King Leon, and it is the great wonder that reproduces the creations of the subspace in the human world.

Kneel down before the black beacon, for that will be the light that mankind has never seen before.

——The above description is all constructed by imagination.

In fact, the Tartarus Lighthouse was only just beginning to be built.

However, even when construction had just begun, all the staff involved in the construction had a clear outline and concept of the lighthouse building in their minds. Each of them was very clear about their responsibilities and what they needed to do.

In fact, the Negative Stars themselves were not better than many other races that were blessed by nature. For example, the Sky Titans, or the Elves, or even the Dwarves. Even though the Negative Stars had their genes and culture modified by Leon, and were born with pale golden runes, and could already be independent as a species, their talents were only average.

They are stronger than ordinary humans, but not by much. They are only twice as strong as ordinary people on average. However, the reason why their work efficiency is so superior is that their souls are completely under the control of Leon. They can play the most exquisite parts of each person like a machine, and fit perfectly.

The route is optimized, the working speed is the fastest, and everything has reached the pinnacle of human beings. Moreover, when creating wonders, there will be assistance from psychic energy and subspace power.

The foundation of the black lighthouse is right on the ocean, and in order to create such a spectacle, the ocean even stagnated.

People came one after another, carrying all kinds of materials, and arrived at the designated construction site on the silent and walkable ocean. The terrifying magical power fixed the space, allowing various iron ores and psychic creations to rely on the air. No scaffolding or ladders were needed, and everyone flying and floating built a lighthouse in the space itself.

There is no doubt that this is not a wonder that humans can create. And the way this wonder was built cannot be completed by humans. If the ever-changing maze and Stonehenge are still understandable wonders, the current psychic lighthouse is an incomprehensible creation.

"...Those magnificent and fantastic creations are impossible to create in reality. They are completely natural, without any foundation, growing freely in mid-air, and spreading like living things under the power of psychic energy.

Every symbol, every mark, the steel, gold, silver, and bronze, were smelted and fused in mid-air, and then became part of the black spire. This was not a beacon in human cognition, but an unimaginable coordinate standing between illusion and reality.

Within this coordinate range, no matter whether it is the subspace or reality, no matter what level of the world, one can feel the scorching fire.

That is the projection of God’s will in reality, and it is the light that guides us from the Lord on whom we walk…”

The pen stopped writing, looking at the description, and drew a complex arc in the air as if in distress. He wanted to use his own words to describe the power, ability, and kindness of this great man, but when the time came, he found that his language was so poor.

But soon, he didn't need to worry about this for the time being. With the sound of a door opening, a gust of wind rushed in from the door and brought his roommate to his side.

A large man with some strange props in his hands was returning to the room, looking at the writer strangely. "Elver, what are you doing?"

"Oh, according to our lord's request, I am creating an epic poem about our nation... that is, recording what happened here one by one."

The writer looked at the pile of scrolls in front of him and sighed in distress.

"As you can see, I am recording and trying to describe it objectively."

"Oh, that's pitiful. Then I guess your tasks must be getting more and more every day."

"Indeed."

"Compared to that, our construction team is much better. When we take over the brain, it's like sleeping. We come back to eat as soon as we close our eyes and open them again. Although we get hungry quickly, it feels really wonderful. We work eight hours a day, sleep four hours, and hang out for the remaining twelve hours. We still expect you to do something."

The tall roommate patted the bard on the shoulder, hung the clothes on the hanger with a smile, and ran to the bathroom, humming a song while preparing to take a bath. He also sprayed the bard's bath gel.

And Elver, the former bard and now the chosen one, looked at the scroll in front of him and sighed in distress.

He was once a bard of Bretonnia, responsible for recording the demeanor of knights.

In fact, in Bretonnia, the position of bards is quite delicate. They are the readers who are responsible for spreading and praising the glory of knights, and they are also the recorders accompanying the army. They must record the words and deeds of every knight, and then edit and bind them into books.

In other words, except for those who are truly talented, other bards in Bretonnia are more like clerks, but compared to ordinary clerks, they need a little more creative talent.

Every knight hopes that his biography and reputation can be heard throughout Bretonnia, so the bards are also very introverted.

When he joined the chivalrous expedition, he thought it was a bad luck. After witnessing the pollution of Chaos and the depravity of the knights, he thought that this trip was doomed to fail. But he didn't expect that there was a god walking in the Broken Land, who gave them unimaginable warmth and happiness.

People were shocked at first, but later got used to it. You asked about the power of Lord Leon and the operation of living gods. What's there to question?
All that’s left is to record the time, place, and write down my thoughts. I’m so happy every day.

As a result, I haven’t even finished memorizing the psychic lighthouse yet, and the floating battleship behind is still waiting.

"What the hell are those sea elves thinking? How dare they provoke a true god? Don't they see that the Wound of the World is a great power accomplished by the gods?"

Looking at the pile of notes in front of him, the bard pulled a lock of hair, puzzled.

(End of this chapter)