Lords: From Civilization to the Stars

The ocean is gradually turning blue, and the world is changing.

Dozens of ships, adorned with countless wreaths and blessing ribbons, are sailing on an ocean that is fundamentally different from the legend, as if they came out of a knight's fairy tale.

In the legend of the Knight's Kingdom, this sea near the North Pole should be full of sinister magic and strong winds and huge waves. The magical wind of the chaotic wasteland blows all material structures into chaos and collapses, and countless unnatural phenomena occur one after another.

If it is recorded, the chivalrous expedition team should be facing a roaring wave of more than ten meters high, and countless lightning and thunder and evil beasts in the ocean form a tight defense line. If you want to pass through this supernatural barrier, you can only move step by step through the Norscan strongholds along the way.

Using the blood and supplies of the Norscans to continue their great chivalrous expedition has long been a rule.

If the Norscans rob them, they can naturally rob them back.

But now, Sir Joshua looked at the blue sea and thought of his navigator's horrified description yesterday.

‘A giant tore the sky of the Chaos Wasteland! I can see that the goddess’s token is in the giant’s hand! He tore the earth and the sky and destroyed all the magic! ’

‘That is an unknown monster born from the void world! He wants to destroy us all! I can see this future! ’

‘The goddess’s holy object will be defiled! It will be insulted! ’

Although halfway through the conversation, Sir Joshua was furious that he dared to insult the goddess’s holy object, and he was beheaded by him directly. But now it seems that the navigator is not wrong.

What is needed in the Chaos area is a special navigator who has a keen sense of the wind of magic, and the message sent by the navigator is often a special sign.

This sign is likely to be some kind of hint, but the navigator himself cannot distinguish it.

Just like now, everyone can feel the agitation brought by the Holy Grail in their hearts as if in the blood.

The concept and words of the giant are just a metaphor. Maybe the Holy Grail is in the hands of the Norscans, but because of the sacredness of the Holy Grail itself, it has aroused the breath that makes them chase after it.

After all, even the huge evil demon like the necromancer Sandro, who almost destroyed the world, failed to successfully destroy the Holy Grail. He just added some seals and worshipped it. No one would believe what the Norscans did.

If the group of Norscans had not gone too far, there would not even be two chivalrous expedition fleets.

After all, it is not the first time to deal with Norsca.

If they really can't survive, the chivalrous knights will not go too far. They often just cut off the weapon-holding palms of adult men, and then give women and children food and gold in exchange for holy objects.

It has been like this for hundreds of years. It's just that the goddess's Holy Grail is too precious, and the seal seems to be lifted, so they were inspired by the goddess in their dreams and came here.

And soon, the emerald green light column proved that their judgment was correct.

The goddess is indeed calling them.

It was obvious that the Holy Grail had been unsealed, and it had infinite power appealing to the knights of the kingdom.

"Sir, our fleet has not suffered much loss at present, and those serfs are trying to go home. I am afraid that their faith in the goddess is not enough to last until we arrive at the location."

"Speak human language."

"There was a rebellion in the lower cabin, sir."

The knight who walked into the captain's room, wearing a large and flashy armor, whispered:

"They resisted leaving their hometown too far and claimed that they were deceived. We thought the journey would only take one or two days, but we have been tracking the Norscans for more than two weeks. So the lower serfs rebelled."

"I asked you to keep it simple. It's enough to just summarize such a small matter."

Wipe the medal of the seventh place in the Knight Competition in the captain's room, Sir Joshua looked at his servant impatiently.

"I didn't bring you with me to let you learn to be petty like those serfs. Those serfs are just a group of short-lived slaves. It is our duty and mission to protect them, but it does not mean that we have to understand their actions. Just tell us the results directly."

"We killed fourteen serfs after dealing with the rebellion, and locked some disobedient serfs at the bottom of the cabin. Will this cause any problems?"

"No."

Sir Joshua put on his medal, picked up the wreath and ribbon and hung them on his body, and said earnestly:

"Those slaves are just mindless animals who need our guidance. As long as the leader is killed, the remaining serfs will naturally be honest. Don't have too many 's mercy, we are knights, fighting for glory.

These serfs are necessary property. Since they claim to follow the footsteps of the goddess, they must be brought into the field. But if their faith is not firm, then it is okay to kill and discard them directly. Would you spend some currency that was once stained with feces?

We are knights, not merchants, remember this. "

"I know, uncle."

"Call me Sir. Now go out and announce that we are about to land. Find a messenger to inform that we will soon be able to kill those Norscans and take our things home. "

"Yes, Sir."

The young man dressed in colorful clothes nodded and quickly walked out with his head down.

"For the goddess's holy relic, we will launch a chivalrous expedition against the bandits in the Arctic! -- Well, let's put it this way."

After coughing twice in the captain's room and practicing his throat, Joshua waited for a moment and then walked out of the captain's room.

As expected, countless knights were looking at the leader.

"Fellow countrymen, companions! We have now reached the end of the world!"

"We will launch a chivalrous expedition against those despicable Norscans. We will destroy their homes and take away the honor we deserve!"

"We must--"

Just as Joshua was speaking passionately, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

For some reason, everyone's eyes were no longer looking at him, but looking past his body and looking behind him. There was unspeakable fear and panic in that look, as if seeing the incarnation of some nightmare.

Subconsciously, Sir Joshua turned around and looked back.

Then he saw it.

He saw the team standing on the edge of the coast.

Those Norscans, some ordinary abducted slaves who were once residents of the kingdom, and a pair of eyes that seemed to collapse the sky.

The spiral eyes were shining, and everything engraved in that gaze almost destroyed their will.

"Welcome, my newest compatriots."

The voice could not be heard, but the clear feeling sounded in everyone's mind.

"My new residents, welcome to the Land of Descendants."