Lords: From Civilization to the Stars

The Empire is in turmoil.

Although this sentence has been said for nearly a thousand years, it is never too late to say it. Because the Empire is indeed in turmoil. Those former Chaos enemies, those Norscan pirates, and the green-skinned orcs rushing out of the Blackfire Gorge, those various undead creatures entrenched in the south of the Empire, and the Chaos villains, bandits, and even mysterious forest elves that have grown in the vast territory of the Empire.

The rule of the Empire is often like a corrupt giant, watching its corpse spots helplessly, but still walking on powerfully. Because although the Empire is close to decay and collapse, the huge population, the powerful war weapons, and their blood alliance dwarves are supporting their bones.

No matter what the flesh and blood are corrupted into, as long as their bones, those endless imperial humans do not fall, as long as the elector and the empire as a whole do not collapse, the empire will continue forever.

At least, this is what the current imperial people believe.

The invasion of the Chaos warband, which was once the closest to the end of the world, eventually returned in vain in front of the wall of faith. The high wall standing in the north blocked the invasion of Chaos, but it also blocked the Kislevites to a certain extent.

Those warriors who stood at the forefront of the Chaos War in the ice and snow were naturally blocked outside the wall of faith by the Imperials, which almost destroyed Kislev. Even if the follow-up has become history now, the Kislevites will never believe in the promises of the Empire again.

However, they claim to be the people of the bear god Ersun, and they continue to dedicate their blood and lives for their mother Kislev. Whether they are willing or not, objectively speaking, they will always support the existence of the Empire. They are the Empire's huge defense line against the Chaos War Gang in the north. Although the coastline of the Empire has been repeatedly robbed and invaded by various Norscan pirates, they are also maintaining their own survival.

The Empire can often judge the strategic strength of the opponent and respond and change accordingly. In suspicious trade areas such as Marienburg, the Empire has not made any drastic moves now.

After all, for the empire today, it is very satisfying that they can stand for a thousand years in this turbulent world.

However, now for all kinds of news coming from the outside world, it is obvious that the intelligence system of the empire has a huge burden.

The first source of intelligence was a year ago. People claimed that a strange organization appeared in the area called Chaos Wasteland, further north of Norsca. The population of these organizations claimed that they could bring a better life to the Norscans and fight with the sea elves at the same time.

People did not realize what this strange organization was at first, nor did they think that this kind of organization could achieve anything big. Some crazy wizards would come up with some organizations every now and then.

You don’t know why wizards’ minds are always full of strange and weird ideas, but they just feel that their achievements are higher than everyone else.

And often, the organizations created by such wizards will fall into some strange disputes and choices. Then in endless internal consumption, scolding, and framing each other with flowery words and conspiracies, they gradually fell apart in this environment and there was no sound anymore. This is the most common ending of wizard organizations.

Although this wizard organization seems to be unprecedentedly powerful, the Empire does not take this kind of organization that shouts slogans seriously. A large organization must have at least decades or hundreds of years of operation to become an organization with some reputation in the Empire. This is just the first step.

And the major factions standing in this world, even the youngest ones have hundreds of years. This is just the beginning.

However, the various messages that were passed on next made the Empire's intelligence department suffer several consecutive failures.

First of all, the Negative Stars are not a human organization at all. They are officially elf flags. Although I don’t know why they claim to be the most orthodox inheritors and human culture, their citizens are indeed all elves. But why they call themselves humans is still a complete mystery.

Then, the Phoenix King’s care for this organization is already extraordinary. Even when the elves and the dwarves fought the ancient war, I am afraid that there was no such progress in the transportation of materials as now. Even in the middle and late stages, the Silent King Olivien simply stopped hiding and took his fleet overseas to trade with the Negative Star's Golden Fleet.

Some people claimed that they were exchanging elves for elves, but this thing sounded crazy, so it was not considered. But most people believed that the Negative Star was an organization created by the Phoenix King.

The purpose was probably very clear based on the character of the current Phoenix King. It was mostly for more ecological vitality for the elves, or to give a certain degree of help and encouragement to young elves. There are stories about the Silent Olivien, even humans have heard of it. This crazy Phoenix King even tried to shut up all the elves he thought were impure forever, but no matter how he assassinated them, this Phoenix King would come back alive.

So after careful analysis and judgment, human diplomats and intelligence officers finally believed that the Negative Star was likely to be the elves who intended to use the new force model to change the old malpractices of the past and adopt a new model to fight against the Chaos Demon.

This is good news, and everyone likes it. They don't think it's a big problem. Elves and demons are old rivals, and they have nothing to do with the Empire.

But the successive big news made the Empire really restless.

First of all, the migration of the underground kingdom.

The end of the world has not come, but the ratmen and the Empire do know each other. The Empire is extremely troubled by the countless rats hiding underground in its own land, and often sends witch hunters and mercenaries to hunt these infinitely multiplying monsters. But recently, they officially sent diplomatic envoys.

These rats claim that they want to return to their ancestral land and return to the Skaven Magic City. But this is not without cost. The rats require each underground city to let the Empire pay ten carts of dimensional stone.

This is a very cost-effective deal, and the rats made a soul oath in the name of the Great Horned Rat.

After the attention and improvement of many generations of wizards and gods, the soul oath is no longer the simple thing as before, but it really involves faith and the connection between gods. Swearing in the name of God proves that the ratmen are serious about leaving the territory of the empire this time.

This made the electors overjoyed, and they hurriedly gathered thousands of carts of dimensional stones. However, after the largest wave of dimensional stones was sent out, the ratmen's envoys and related members suddenly disappeared mysteriously one day. After people bravely went to the underground kingdom, they found that the huge and intertwined network of underground kingdoms had been abandoned at some point. Only the passage leading to the depths of the earth was blocked by the dragon-breaking stone.

These daring Skaven ratmen didn't know what they felt, so they simply gave up the operation of all the underground kingdoms within the empire's territory and ran away without saying hello.

This is very inconsistent with the characteristics of the rats. These treacherous Skaven ratmen will take risks even if there is a one in ten thousand chance. But now this move of disappearing without saying a word is not in line with the consistent tradition of the Skaven ratmen. Unless these rats firmly believe that no matter what they do, they can't make up for the problem.

Only under such conditions would the Skaven give up everything without hesitation and start to run away.

Just when all the imperial people felt a little doubtful, the wood elves hidden in the forest also began to make unusual movements. These long-eared elves who lived in the forest before the establishment of the empire walked out of the forest one after another, began to take ships transformed from natural trees, and began to move towards Ulthuan, the gathering place of the elves. They claimed that the purity of the elves had begun, and the original corruption had gradually been purified.

These wood elves did not know why, but they believed that a huge pure ceremony was waiting for them. After the wood elves who did not want to be involved in the war left, the orcs left next. Those arrogant and warlike greenskins claimed that the war in the badlands attracted their attention more, so countless clans began to head south.

For a while, it seemed that except for the chaotic evolution monsters such as the beastmen, and the local garbage such as bandits and vampires, there were no monsters in the entire empire. Those problems that had disturbed the empire for countless years just disappeared.

However, the good times did not last long. With the beginning of the great conquest of the Norscan Hell Peaks, the Empire began to feel a heavy pressure.

Artillery that was as accurate as their own wisdom, unimaginable arrays and weapons, and the unreserved malice towards Chaos and the determination to kill Chaos. When the Negative Stars really showed their strength, the shock was epoch-making.

Observers had never seen such a battlefield. The iron rain from the sky extinguished the flames of the demons, and countless pale and terrifying warriors wearing rune heavy armor walked out of the steel meteorites, using weapons that released light and heat to eliminate the demons one by one. Even in many cases, their attacks affected the Imperial Army.

Of course, according to the video materials provided by the Negative Stars, most of the time it was the Imperial Army that overestimated its own strength, or received some secret orders, intending to capture the Norscan village one step ahead. But once the Chaos pollution was discovered, these elves would launch a steel bombing without hesitation, blowing all enemies back into a state of minced meat. It would definitely be nonsense to say that it could be stabilized at this time.

But their army was attacked, and this kind of thing cannot be a trivial matter for diplomacy. After the human electors completely ignored the diplomatic note initiated by the Phoenix King Oliver, they decided to solve the problem on their own.

The Negative Star represents the will of the Phoenix King. Although the current Phoenix King is mostly a madman, he is still the Phoenix King.

Humans are not ready for a full-scale war with the elves, not to mention that the performance of the Negative Star elves can be described as weird. The electors must face the possible imperial crisis like in ancient times, and finally choose a powerful emperor to make the final decision.

So within a month, the electors set out one after another and began to gradually gather in the cathedral of Migheim. These electors holding rune teeth will talk secretly in a closed-door meeting, and finally compete for an emperor with real leadership significance, and then lead the empire out of this part of the crisis. Even if the emperor is not elected, he will definitely bring good news.

Inside the cathedral, there is a post every three steps, a sentry every five steps, the magic barrier and the chaos detection barrier remain open permanently. Hundreds of secretive figures like witch hunters, who are rarely encountered in ordinary times, came to investigate and monitor everywhere.

But just as the electors began to discuss how to deal with the Star Negatives inside the Cathedral of the Empire’s Protector God, a small group of people transporting cultural relics and magic academy props also happened to arrive inside the cathedral. This small convoy bearing the mark of the Imperial Academy of Magic was in a state of embarrassment and finally reached the front of the church.

But when this team looked at the formidable guards, they couldn't help but show a look of despair. It can be seen at a glance that there is definitely a big shot here to discuss matters. But three months ago, no one told them to come for a meeting with the big shots at this time?

Moreover, the sealing of the relics has now reached a critical moment. If it is delayed, a big problem may arise.

"...You said that the Book of the Necromancer in your hands was drawn by vampires using secret methods. If you don't put it in, an undead plague will break out and curse the current land?"

The officer in charge of guarding the venue looked at the group of escort team members in front of him with a strange expression on his face.

"Um."

The members of the cultural relics escort team were tired of their travels. They looked at the supervisor in front of them and nodded vigorously.

"And not only that, there is also a bandit claiming to be the Phantom Organization who is eyeing us and intends to rob our cultural relics on the road. Although I don't know why they haven't taken action yet, the risk is very high if they continue to stay. And we also have some rune props that will expire in the near future..."

"..."

Do you have to deliver the explosives today?

Listening to a series of descriptions, the expression on the person in charge became more and more subtle. If it weren't for the fact that these people three months before departure had no way of knowing about this gathering, the supervisors would definitely have thought that these people were attackers.

But even if he is not an attacker, his nature is probably not much different. Looking at the black magic book that emitted an invisible scream and turned the entire book into darkness, jumping around in people's hands, the person in charge of the wind of heaven could tell at a glance that if this thing was real It exploded. I am afraid that except for the cathedral, there are not many living people in the entire Middenheim.

Looking at those members of the cultural relics escort team who were all dirty and even attrition, the person in charge sighed with some pity.

"Okay, no need to say anything else, I'll take you in."

"Ah? Do you have to go in at this time? There are a group of big shots talking about things inside now..."

"It's precisely because it's hidden at this time. Do you want to make the matter of transporting treasures known to everyone? It's a heavy defense right now, and the detection agencies are all fine. If you don't take the opportunity to leave those young people helpless, you are still here What are you waiting for? Can’t you just contact the guards and send us in?”

"Then, so be it."

Several people looked at each other, and under the strange looks of many guards, pushed a large cart slowly into the deepest part of the building.

Blessed by the gaze and power of the gods, the forces of chaos cannot interfere here without a medium. And it is impossible for the media to appear on such historical props. As the person in charge of controlling the wind of heaven, you can clearly feel the weight and danger of the history above.

Rather than worrying that these things are Chaos interference, it would be better to worry that these things will explode one day.

Looking at the coffin-like object exposed from the shaking cart, the person in charge couldn't help but ask:

"Just sending these things in? Are you sure you want to send so many things together to take care of them under the eyes of the gods? These things don't seem that important."

"Yes, it's not important, but it's rare."

The members of the cultural relics team wiped the sweat from their heads and said seriously:

"It's just a player's skeleton, and then there are some unknown ingredients, the black ointment under the lizardman temple, the rune weapons that are about to be scrapped from the Norscans, the books in the hands of vampires, and some from Keith Some bricks and structures from the cursed city of Reeve.”

"I see, those are indeed some rare things..."

The person in charge looked at the things in the car and nodded.

Leaving aside the other things, the ointment of the Lizardman Temple, the player's Google, and the organizations of the Cursed City, it is really not easy to handle in the current situation.

Especially players, this unique species with very distinct characteristics has almost no way to be hunted, and they can only extract the bones one by one through torture. And this can easily cause the bones themselves to wear and break.

If you really want to understand that there is no difference between this creature and humans, but the physical condition of the creature is very different, you can only get a complete skeleton of the player by torturing the player to the point of mental collapse while he is still alive. . If you look at it this way, even the cursed city's organizational objects are not so rare.

"The Mage Academy will come over tomorrow for the second transfer. In fact, we originally planned to try to seal it ourselves, but our ability was not enough, so we have to transfer it here..."

While everyone was talking, they pushed the car and soon reached the bottom of the temple.

While everyone was talking politely, no one noticed that in the coffin covered with cloth, some bloodshot eyes suddenly emerged from the bones covered by countless gelatinous substances.

The player's extraordinary flesh and blood resuscitation ability began to brew, and countless flesh and blood began to support the bones and internal organs. The flesh and blood brain, vocal cords, and a series of organs were gradually revived around. And the tortured player stretched out his palm in the darkness and looked at the dark void with hatred.

"It's time for revenge, Imperials."

In the container, the skeleton that grew flesh and blood grinned, pressed his bones and blood to a brand engraved inside the skull, and poured all his hatred into the eight-fold path.

And the next moment, the curtain between reality and virtuality was instantly broken, and the torrent of energy rushed to all directions along this small area in the blink of an eye, almost razing the entire defense area to the ground in an instant. There was no sound, no huge light, but the heat flow of the subspace swept through instantly.

The church, which carried thousands of years of history, was favored by the gods and had extremely strong defenses, turned into a pile of waste that the Chaos Gods sneered at in full view of the public. Scarlet blood mist emerged from the cracks, dyeing the sky a strange red. Endless hatred and angry flames guided the Avengers, and the blood god came, making him grin and blow the temple into pieces.

The Elector of the Empire was instantly destroyed.

Countless alarms sounded throughout the empire, and countless beastmen howled and rushed to major cities like a tide, announcing the arrival of the Chaos Disaster.

I'm a little stuck, and I deleted what I wrote before. I'm really sorry!