Lords: From Civilization to the Stars

This is very wrong, but I don't know what's wrong.

Standing on the beach and looking up at the wound of the world that seemed to be flooded by the sky, Edward only felt that his brain was a little muddled.

Just like drinking a strong wine, Edward always felt that his life during this period was like falling into a fog. In a trance, it seemed that everything had passed, and it seemed that nothing had passed.

At the beginning, the players defined this chivalrous expedition as just a side job. To put it bluntly, it was to strengthen the momentum and let the Bretonnians realize that the players were with them. In order to lay a reputation foundation for the Hope City near Norsca and Kislev, at least let the Bretonnians recognize the existence of the Hope City.

For the players, it is not difficult to put together such a chivalrous expedition fleet in the old world.

It can even be said that the existence of this fleet, and even its loss, is necessary. Building ships without magic protection is not a problem even for players, but players have to prove that they have the ability and determination to do things.

After all, the main fleets were in the third expedition fleet that set out from the port of Kislev. They said they were going to conquer the Broken Land, but in fact they were going to explore the landmarks and resources of the Norsca Peninsula and make plans for the future of the players. You can't say that you are having a good time in the front, and you can steal other people's things in the back without paying anything.

This is a deal, a signal. The real goal of the players has never been to be a dog for a certain force, but to find their own home through the cracks. This is why they value the geographical location information of Norsca given by Leon so much.

As for the chivalrous expedition, whether it is victory or failure, it doesn't mean much to the players. It is naturally a good thing to succeed, and if it doesn't succeed, you have to show heroic fighting, at least to earn impression points.

But now, Edward looked at the dock that was being built in front of him, as well as the verdant mountains and the flat plain pass, and always had an inexplicable feeling.

He seemed to have done something wrong, but he didn't know what he had done wrong.

Just with this feeling, a kind of confusion continued to spread in his heart.

And at this moment, an intimate voice dispelled the confusion that was constantly extending in his heart.

"What's wrong? My dear Edward? Are you shocked by the Wound of the World?"

"No, I just feel that something is not right..."

"Of course. We have already knocked on the door, but the owner here has not responded. This is certainly not right. This is not the character of that monster."

A white arm was placed on Edward's shoulder, and a handsome face came from behind. Joshua's dazzling face looked at Edward with some pity, and then looked forward.

Although he was asking Edward, in fact, his purple eyes never looked at Edward, who had grown into a red-haired beauty. He just nervously scanned the beach in front of him where people had begun to disembark from the boats one after another and began to build camps and defense circles.

Joshua was just polluted, not amnesiac. He still remembered the terrifying wizard standing there.

The crazy spiral eyes, the ability to get into people's minds and make them understand words, as well as the crazy theory of love and the ease when he sent himself back, Joshua remembered them all.

But now, he is back with a whole fleet. The wizards' followers began to set up warning traps around the camp, and even the entangled men and women briefly gave up the stimulation of their senses, trying to curb their desires for the game of the Supreme God, checking the camp and using secret methods to distort the area.

But where is the wizard king now?

Did he run away in fear?

Joshua looked at everything in front of him with purple eyes, and his face was suspicious. However, the next moment, his vision suddenly became blurred.

"No? I have been here for a while. It's just that you have been ignoring me."

"?!"

A voice suddenly sounded in Joshua's mind.

It was as if it was instinct, and it seemed that the benevolent Prince of Joy had once again given him new power. His eyes seemed to penetrate some special spatial structures and saw the location of the wizard.

Right in front of all the expeditionary forces.

He has not changed at all.

Wearing a white robe, he stood in the center of the pass with a kind and benevolent face.

There was no one around, only him standing there alone. But just looking at the man standing there, Joshua's brain began to sound the alarm frantically.

It seemed that being seen was some kind of spell, some kind of infection. The moment Joshua saw it, everyone seemed to have broken through the barrier, and removed the cognitive defects in their minds, looking at the man who was sitting in the middle of the pass, as if floating in the air, and exclaimed.

'Who is that? ! '

'Is it the blasphemous wizard? '

'When did he stay there? Why didn't we see anything? '

Camps everywhere exclaimed, and then these warriors who had experienced the sea elf battle and developed preliminary coordination and training characteristics each took their weapons and set up shield walls.

On the ocean, the archers, crossbows and artillery blessed or cursed by various holy spirits or monsters also turned their direction and aimed at the white-robed wizard who looked thin and powerless and seemed to be harmless. Each of them was issuing a warning in their minds.

Don't look into his eyes.

Don't think about his words.

Only by being hostile in the right way can you survive.

That's what the voice in their minds told them.

"Well, my future people, good morning, I am your lord, Leon."

A gentle voice that everyone could understand appeared in their minds. The terrifying sense of oppression even gave people some kind of substantial illusion, causing some people with weak minds to kneel down instinctively.

"Although you lackeys are constantly fighting each other, I can't let my guard down. After all, I have my kingdom. My knights are fighting in the Chaos Wasteland, and my people are also fearlessly protecting their homes. My fortress is standing on the border, intercepting all the demons."

"So I'm the only one here. Of course, I'm here to persuade you to surrender. Because I really love each of you, and I treasure everyone in this world. If possible, I hope no one will die."

"If you can accept it, please tell me in your heart, I can feel everything about you."

"..."

"Well, did the initial negotiation break down? It's not surprising. But look at this, you can consider it. I'm not lying, I will save you from suffering."

Looking at the silence, with only the forest of swords and guns aimed at his beachhead, Leon seemed helpless, sighed indulgently, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

"Come out, my servant, my minions. Come and see the ugly postures of your former comrades."

The voice full of compassion and love echoed in the celestial bodies, and infinite light emerged on the earth.

Once again, the feeling of something breaking flashed and jumped in front of everyone, and the invisible cognition and the world's barrier broke in front of everyone, letting the contents slowly fall to the ground.

The huge, several-meter-high behemoth was pale all over, and the places where there used to be scales and bat wings were white-gray like ash. But this weird monster is still alive. Under the gentle sea breeze, this curled giant slowly spread its limbs and raised its head.

The pale creature that was once a knight slowly stretched out its rugged and deformed palm and said hoarsely to the position:

"Joshua..."

"Save...save...me..."

"..."

Looking at that familiar face, an uncontrollable and great fear almost instantly swept the entire Chivalrous Expedition Fleet.