Lords: From Civilization to the Stars

In the pale golden curtain, some knights wearing golden armor and pale faces began to gradually gather. Several players were also mixed in, waiting for the bright golden curtain in the sky to open to both sides and let them out.

This kind of thing happened frequently in the past month. Because the wandering demons outside are too harmful to the players, sometimes the demons gathered together can even resist the players' artillery and psychic energy.

At this time, the Pale Army and some elite players are often needed to go out and gradually clear out those stubborn demon strongholds.

However, demons often destroy the players' castles, so this time it often becomes an extremely anxious tug-of-war. Only when a group of Pale Army and player leaders move in a certain direction together like now, can there be a little possibility of successful advancement.

But everyone did not have much hope for this assault. After all, three consecutive attacks have failed to cause decisive damage to the demon fortress, and now everyone is a little tired.

The attack of the Pale Army this time was mainly because the Psychic Spire was arranging the area and position, and was planning to transmit some key strategic materials of the Negative Star to Antarctica. Player leader Leon was suggesting that Edward, the Chosen God of Slaanesh, who had abandoned the dark and joined the light, should raise a commando team to see if there would be any effect.

Although this news was secret, it was widely circulated among the players.

Many players stood in the square with great anticipation, waiting for how much powerful strategic materials could be transmitted from the gradually torn space gate, and even change the battlefield situation in Antarctica.

"——Of course, the demons are also very clear about this news. Many players do not have any confidentiality measures and mentality, and will tell their best friends and brothers on the forum anything they know. So the demons know that a large number of materials will be transmitted at this time, which is a matter of course."

Looking at the demon fortresses with only the gates closed and the internal tension adjusting the boundary rift, the expression on Leon's face did not change much.

The top of this demon fortress standing in the black mountains is a huge domain rift. Groups of demons occupy this fortress built by a civilization who knows how many years ago, and use it as a large base to attack the players. But at the same time, there are also some players living in this fortress.

You can't expect everyone to stand on your side. There must be a group of players who have other ways to make deals with demons. This can be seen from Edward, the Chosen God of Slaanesh.

It's just that this is the process of the game.

It is the game that the Chaos Gods think they are playing with Leon in reality, and it is the game that the players and the world think they are playing.

But Leon never thought this was an ordinary game. It's better to say that he has no intention of playing any great game with these demons, or even the masters behind them.

He just wants to continue, continue to live, and then win. For this goal and idea, Leon can disguise himself as a player, and naturally do things that the gods don't bother to do and can't think of doing. For example, using his identity to make false intelligence.

"...The suppression of space has weakened."

Looking at the demons who turned a blind eye to the shouting of the Pale Army with platinum runes on their bodies, Leon, who was standing at the edge of the psychic curtain, raised his eyebrows and felt the pressure increasing rapidly in a certain place.

Just as he expected, since it is possible to target the actions of a certain faction, it is also possible to target the large-scale ceremony of a certain faction. They know the information about military props, so they will definitely impose targeted interference on the portal. It is even possible that the Antarctic fulcrum is already a sea of ​​fire.

Because in Leon's eyes, those demons have begun to cheer, and they have turned into smoke and disappeared in the cracks of the realm.

"The interference of the realm magic to the outside world is the weakest now. They seem to have ignored us and are preparing to interfere with the large-scale strategic material transmission? It seems that compared with our attack on the Demon Castle, the demons are more concerned about the strategic materials from the Land of Descend."

"But, I'm waiting for this moment."

Looking at those demons in the dark Demon Fortress who seemed to be focusing on manipulating the realm rift and letting the weird reality rift affect all the transmissions of the Antarctic fulcrum, Li Ang smiled slightly.

"Antarctic psychic network, start!"

"Now! Concentrate all the power on me!"

The passionate command spread instantly from the psychic network.

Almost instantly, the concepts of time and space began to gradually confuse, and the unimaginable huge psychic power almost instantly drained all the psychic towers that were shining on the beach.

The power of the subspace transcends time and space, and even transcends the thinking and cognitive ability of normal people. It's as if time itself has been cut off and then reconnected. In the eyes of all demons, the world in front of them flashed infinite light almost instantly.

'What's wrong! What happened! ’

‘What did those players do! ’

‘I have no idea! ’

The demons looked at each other in bewilderment, and even lost the perception of time and impression in the twisted subspace. It seemed that only a moment had passed, and the golden curtain of the sky was broken in the blink of an eye due to excessive consumption.

But the demons in the fortress were not happy, because in the next second, the four-color pale army had instantly covered their sight.

"This is-"

When did it start?

When did it become like this? There is obviously a barrier, why is it...

The demons widened their eyes and looked at the pale army holding various weapons in the ice and snow in disbelief.

Those pale army members who looked like elves had indifferent and calm expressions, holding some abnormal weapons and aiming at the distant demon fortress. At the same time, those black-looking artillery behind the pale army began to gradually load ammunition.

Unlike all the mainstream artillery in the old world, the hundreds of black artillery behind the pale army were obviously not those ancient handmade artillery. Those sharp-edged structures, exquisite and uniform brass ammunition, and the countless riveted rivets and steel-driven mechanisms all proved that these things were the creations of modern industrial assembly lines.

When these products that surpassed the times appeared on the battlefield, all the intelligent creatures in the old world seemed to hear an angry and incredible roar.

The red and blue lights intertwined in the sky, and the two gods representing war and wisdom glared at the miracle of the battlefield.

Artillery, the eternal god of war.

This type of army that should never and could not appear in the old world on a large scale now appeared on this Antarctic battlefield in the most perfect posture.

Facing the roar of the gods intertwined in the sky, the pale elves were unmoved, completed the loading work indifferently, and then pulled hard. The roar of hundreds of artillery fire almost formed a uniform roar, instantly blowing away the anger of the two ignorant gods.

Hundreds of bright spots of light rose into the sky with the power of destruction. Under the surprised and even somewhat unbelievable eyes of all the demons, the platinum explosive warheads used the power hammer to smash out tens of thousands of anti-chaos runes and symbols, reflecting the traces of pure death and destruction in the pupils of the demons. This means that the man, the man regarded as a fellow by Chaos, has made a clear decision.

He does not need this demon fortress to exist on the ground. He does not need any demon to survive in this world. In the subspace, there is only one person's will, and that is enough.

"Fire."

An order was given.

The next second, countless flashes rose into the sky.

'Boom! '

'Boom! '

'Boom! '

The iron god of war roared, tearing the snowflakes in the air into pieces, turning them into scorching explosions.

Every two seconds, the terrifying roar raged on the battlefield.

The elven artillerymen of the Pale Army used a mechanical posture to calmly destroy all enemies on the battlefield. Platinum-colored spots of light fell densely from the sky like raindrops, instantly destroying the stubborn demon fortress into a platinum-colored sea of ​​fire.

Those demons screamed and shouted wildly in the closed fortress, and even tried to mobilize psychic energy to teleport out. But there were always some psychic shells mixed in the hundreds of shells.

In the face of the platinum-colored rainstorm, the demon's castle instantly dissolved like a sand castle in the waves.

As for the red and blue monsters hovering in the sky, Leon calmly stretched out his palm and snapped his fingers at the two gods who seemed extremely dissatisfied and angry.

"I think strategic deception is a very important link, and it can always achieve unexpected victories."

Facing the terrifying storm on the battlefield, Leon calmly took off his hood and looked at the vortex in the sky. The golden spiral looked at the gods fearlessly with the world's original desire for destruction.

"Since you've lost, stop yelling in dissatisfaction, wild dog. You are just ghosts wandering in the continents, a group of ridiculous psychic aggregates that can't even monopolize this planet... I have never been your partner, and what I want to see is farther than your thoughts."

'You... hopeless bastard! '

The God of War let out a terrifying howl, and a huge black iron giant sword like a mountain appeared from the sky, instantly bombarding the pale golden curtain, making a shrill friction sound.

The Demon Realm rift standing in the center of the castle soon became unstable. In the chaos of the roar of the gods and the demons trying to attack the artillery, no one noticed that a figure exactly like Leon fished out a cube from the rift and instantly disappeared in the battlefield of endless explosions.

Leon, who was on the front battlefield, didn't seem to notice the movement of the rift, but just calmly stretched out his palm and pointed it at the sky. And under the impetus of a certain will, the Wound of the World in the Arctic suddenly burst out with unimaginable psychic power, crossing the entire sky to reach the top of the psychic spire in the Antarctic, and was held in the palm of Leon's hand, emitting golden light and colliding with the giant sword in the sky.

That was a scene that could not be described in words, and it was a scene that all players would never forget. The terrifying figure of the God of War was even looming in the sky, roaring and swinging the giant sword towards the Antarctic continent where the players were.

The golden light was extended into a thin line in the blink of an eye, cutting through the black iron giant sword that looked like a mountain in the sky, making the huge psychic creation lose its concept in an instant and turned into a black blizzard of nothingness.

"Can I only use my strength in the subspace? Or have I lost the ability to use my strength in reality?"

In front of the gods, Leon used all the power that the spire on the Antarctic continent could support towards the space-time rift that was expanding instantly, and squeezed hard at the huge expanding crack in the demon fortress.

'Boom! '

A bright beam of light instantly rushed into the sky.

Originally, under the use of the God of Tricks, this brilliant light was about to hit the Antarctic continent, causing all of Leon's plans to fall apart. However, at this moment, as if it had been expected, the huge and complex formation lit up from the infinite walls created by the players, instantly transferring the tilted light column to the dome.

This huge energy column, which was originally regarded as closing the cracks in the Demon Realm, did not cause any damage to the continent. In front of the powerful defense matrix of the Negative Star, it did not achieve its goal. Instead, it allowed everyone in the world to see the brilliant light column shooting into the sky.

Then, everyone also observed that the light column hit the invisible barrier, rippling like countless ripples like water waves, reflecting the light back to the earth.

And looking at the golden light spreading and falling from the sky, Leon gave his orders with a calm expression.

"...Everyone, record the coefficient of sky diffusion and prepare to calculate the impact fluctuations on the sky shield."

"Sir, what do you mean...?"

"I've thought so since I knew it... Don't you think the sky is an eyesore?"

Looking at the ripples that were almost imperceptible to the naked eye, Li Ang flipped the gold coin in his hand and threw it into the sky.

The next moment, the attack that swept down from the sky instantly turned the gold coin in front of everyone into a blank. Countless bright sparks spread from the sky to all directions of the entire Antarctic continent, wiping out the demons' fortresses and some gathering places of Chaos War Gangs from the ground out of thin air.

The anger of the God of War and the God of Wisdom came and went quickly. They had no way to cause too much interference to reality, so they just scattered and left.

But as a price, all the players' defense lines were broken, and the Antarctic fulcrum fell into a sea of ​​fire. Countless demons poured out from the mountains and attacked the castles whose defense capabilities had been greatly reduced.

However, it was all worth it.

Everything was just a scam to cover up the real purpose for Leon.

Hundreds of small psychic spires, a dozen large psychic spires, the attack was just a test. Leon never intended to be trapped in this world. Yes, the sky has been covered by an invisible shield, and everyone is performing their own joys and sorrows on this planet that is hundreds of times larger than the earth, but Leon just doesn't like it.

"As for me, this was actually my plan from the beginning. After I knew about the shield in the sky, I never thought about continuing to play games with these rubbish on the ground."

Signaling the pale army that was teleported to start hunting the demons that emerged, Leon sat on the stone and took out the treasure that he had secretly snatched while the artillery and psychic disorder were in chaos.

This ancient saint's creation was like a silver drop of water, reflecting Leon's calm face.

"What common language do I have with them? What freedom do I have here? It's true that the resources here are huge, but I am restricted even more. Someone is watching my every move. My every action, every movement, my strength, thoughts, everything is consumed by a group of idiots."

"It's a waste, it's really a waste. If there were no such constraints, my first satellite would have risen into the sky. But now, I have just completed industrialization and only preliminarily armed my Pale Army. And to root out the interference of those scums, I need to purify every living thing, and I need to bring their wills together as a whole."

"That's too troublesome and a waste of time. The most important thing in the universe is quality, and the negative effects of this planet are greater than my acceptance."

Looking at the prompt flashing in the corner of his eyes, Li Ang's face showed deep rage and hatred.

'Your faction's cultural expansion is being interfered with by the God of Joy! '

'Your faction's life expansion is being interfered with by the God of Life! '

'Your faction's wisdom expansion is being interfered with by the God of Wisdom! ’

‘Your faction struggle expansion is being interfered with by the God of War! ’

‘According to the current interference intensity, your current technology penalty is 320000%. The gods of the subspace have decided to complete this game with you in the industrial age. Only when you complete the stage tasks can you unlock more technologies and paths. You can also forcefully unlock other routes in other ways. ’

‘Please note that Chaos Gods are continental psychic creatures. As long as you live on this planet, you will inevitably be disturbed by them. Unless one of the following conditions is met. ’

‘One: Kill all intelligent life related to Chaos Gods, and kill all intelligent life in the world. ’

‘Two: Occupy every corner of the world and bring all intelligent life under your command. ’

‘Three: Erase or replace all concepts of life, wisdom, culture, and struggle in the world. ’

‘Please choose your path. ’

It’s a simple thing. The Chaos Gods sent a signal that they thought was very friendly to Leon, the guy who cheated.

This world is their playground, and they also think that Leon can participate in their great game. So as long as you keep moving forward according to the rules, the Chaos Gods will not be stingy with their rewards.

If you move forward step by step, you may get a very beautiful future. Because as a real cheating player, a living creature that can be considered a god, the final winner will always be Leon with a physical body, not a nihilistic subspace creature.

Even if he flipped the table, it would be the largest-scale table flipping, and he was not afraid of those monsters at all.

However, Leon hated people telling him to do things.

Especially like now, pressing his head and telling him that he must complete something on the planet, what he should do in the first step, and what he should do in the second step.

When did he agree to play games with these four things? Leon himself never had this memory in his mind. But this did not prevent him from taking the opportunity to give the subspace gods, who had no idea why, a hard blow and expel their influence from the entire Antarctic continent.

"I hate these so-called gods pointing fingers at us, so this is a warning and a signal. What we have to do next is neither to rebuild the ruins of the ancient saints nor to investigate the components of all the boundary environments. What we have to do is to defeat the cage in the sky and let our eyes pass through the universe to see the environment outside the boundary."

"I hate red tape, and I hate these bugs that are always entangled in my gorgeous clothes even more. I have had enough of these vampires, and we must complete the dream of expansion more efficiently."

"Get ready to tear our cage apart, we will definitely go to the sea of ​​stars."

Looking at the pale army surrounding him, Leon's expression was firm.

"We can't stop moving forward, I will never stop for what is left on this planet. We need more, more, and more things."

And just as Leon said this, the players who were resisting stubbornly in their respective castles suddenly heard a broken voice in their minds. Before leaving, a certain blue god seemed to leave a small gift for all the players who were fighting.

‘Ka La’

Somewhere, the enchanting runes began to break, and some sealed concepts and knowledge began to spread.

All the players, especially those who studied psychic power, finally realized a problem. A problem that they had always ignored and forgotten.

“If the Negative Stars can fight against Chaos, they can resist other erosions, and use the inexplicable rune power to give us power close to the power of Chaos, and even call those monsters called the Pale Army to appear out of thin air... Then what is the essential difference between them and demons?”

“…”

Another positive player stared at the awakened player blankly, and then suddenly smiled.

“What are you talking about? I don’t understand. How can there be no difference from demons? Isn’t this a big difference? They are killing demons, and we profit from it. What’s the problem?”

“I…”

What exactly did I want to say just now?

The mark that was just broken by the Chaos God seemed to have changed. The player who was about to denounce the sins of the Negative Stars in the player’s fundamental world shook his head in a trance, as if he couldn’t figure out what he was going to say.

In the player's world, in the distant South Pole, the spire shining with pale golden light is standing in the wind and snow. Some figures with golden runes on their bodies feel the huge power emerging from their bodies, sighing with satisfaction, and then looking at the players around them who also have golden runes with complacency.

"Look, this is the power of the Lord of the Negative Stars! Even in our world, we can still call on its light!"

The 10,000-word update is completed!