Lords: From Civilization to the Stars

Chapter 101 Are you... a player? (10,000 words updated!)

Twenty warships, which were already at the main fleet level in the old world, left the port silently under the control of the Negator. The elves also docked at the shore and began to disembark in a line, waiting for the summons of the lord here.

As a wizard of the White Tower, the elf felt that he was knowledgeable and had seen a lot. Ordinary things could not scare him at all. Until he saw Tartarus, which was almost dragged out of the subspace, and the Stonehenge that had been suspended in the sky and engraved with the oldest hatred in the world.

Undoubtedly, this is a wonder that exceeds the limits of the imagination of all intelligent creatures and cannot be forged.

Stonehenge is something that cannot be built once it is missed. He was the first race on this planet that contained the first hatred. After the birth of the first demon of destruction, he generated the first instinctive anger to forge such a stone, and imprisoned the demon, using the power of the formation to tear the space to destroy.

The wound of the world is the wound on the world in the literal sense. It is the most primitive of the life species, and it can only be born out of the strong anger and hatred for all living things. It is a completely impossible creation.

The psychic lighthouse is even more bizarre. No matter how Tartarus thinks, he can't build this thing.

The psychic torch, after all, is to build a beacon recognized by all subspace creatures, so that a torch can be lit in this fantasy world. Before, I was far away and thought it was just a simple psychic power, but after a closer look, it was really a conceptual torch that lit up the surrounding space.

From which subspace creature's hometown did this blueprint come from, and from which weird subspace concept did such an everlasting psychic torch forge?

But these are all small things. What makes these elves even more angry is that they eat very well.

Every chef cooks in the cafeteria himself, and all kinds of ingredients and props fly up and down in the fire workshop. All chefs are like one person, making exquisite and beautiful dishes. Even the elves have to admit that it is better than what they do after eating it.

What should I do? If I can't eat these things in the future, what should I do to maintain my sense of superiority? Are these humans too omnipotent?

While drinking delicious drinks, the elves began to feel a subtle sense of tension in their hearts.

But soon, this tension disappeared.

Because they felt that an unprecedented will descended on the dining hall after all of them had finished eating. Looking at the hundreds of elves, an illusory figure seemed to wave to them in a friendly manner.

'Elves who have come from afar, I hope my hospitality this time will suit your appetite. In the next period of time, you can always make your own requests and let the chefs make the dishes you want for you. As long as it appears in this world, it can be made. '

"Ahem, let's talk about business, this wizard master."

Very polite, it doesn't look like an elf's politeness at all.

The wizard elf from the White Tower didn't seem to have any changes in his face. He just looked at Li Ang in front of him and bowed lightly, expressing his attitude of wanting to get down to business.

The rumor that the elves are arrogant and full of discrimination against short-lived races is probably a very regrettable prejudice. At least for now, all the elves at the table expressed respect for Leon and the Negative Stars. They just held their heads high, like a proud peacock, showing their attitude.

"We are not here to eat and drink, but to come for the peace of this world. Your methods and attitude towards chaos are not correct. We hope to guide you to the correct magic and precautions against chaos."

'Well, of course. '

In everyone's consciousness, a gentle voice said so.

'You are the leader, right? But I advise you to cover your mouth, otherwise you may feel a little sick later. Also, don't resist. I don't want to clean my house. '

"What——"

Before the voice fell, a strong sense of tearing came from all directions.

The wizard of the White Tower was very familiar with this feeling, and instinctively relaxed his resistance, allowing the tearing feeling to take him away.

Maybe dozens of hours have passed, or maybe only a moment has passed. In the incomprehensible space, time and space itself are meaningless. So when the White Tower Mage regained consciousness, he suddenly found himself in a steel room.

And in front of him, there was a figure flipping through a book.

"Welcome, elf."

With a snap, the book was closed. Looking at the armored elf, the figure floating in the air turned around.

The moment the spiral eyes looked at the elf, the elf who had experienced countless battlefields suddenly felt that his brain was hit by a heavy hammer, and he staggered two steps subconsciously and looked away.

"Ah, sorry, I didn't mean it."

The voice said so.

"And I also know that you actually have no ill intentions, but I still don't understand why you brought soldiers here in person?"

"…Because we are afraid that you will touch some taboos of Chaos, we come to guide you."

"Oh, that's great. I just lack these things. Please come in."

Looking at the elf who had no expression for some reason, the short figure raised his eyebrows and enthusiastically invited these elves who mastered spells to the observatory.

Feeling the gravity-free area inside the observatory, and looking at the complicated observatory that made people dizzy at a glance, the elf focused on the evil moon, one of the Hengtian twin moons, and carefully magnified it countless times to observe the pattern on it. The elf knew that he was probably not facing a young man at all.

However, what really frightened the White Tower Mage, and even dared not say more, was that he felt something.

Just like the subspace demon, but a little different, the breath that belongs to the world shuttle.

"You... are a player. You are not a god, right?"

"Of course I am not a god."

The wizard in white shrugged and smiled at the elf.

"Just to fool those fools out there. I have never been a god, not now, and not in the future. I am just a lucky player, nothing more. But this doesn't hinder our communication, right?"

Although it's a bit late, it's still a 10,000-word update!