Lords: From Civilization to the Stars

In the cognition of the old world, the world seems to be fighting in chaos forever.

Every population, every country, every individual, seems to have its own eternal enemy and eternal war waiting.

In every corner with historical records, any race has written all the crimes committed by other populations against its own race. Various massacres, conspiracies, betrayals, etc., are staged in the dark old world.

People living in this world are immersed in this eternal struggle. They will not look at the outside world for a few more times, because those who have the courage and perseverance to walk out of the old world have taken root in other continents and regions and will never come back.

For the people of the old world, the country outside the domain looks so weak and cruel.

That tenderness weakens the justice of hatred and revenge, and that ideal is the most unacceptable betrayal of one's own blood debt and pain.

So every person in the old world is full of unwarranted anger, hatred, vigilance, and determination to kill the outside world. Compared with other regions, the struggle in the old world is often accompanied by massacres and the destruction of the entire region.

Whether it is Chaos or the so-called Order, they all do the same thing.

Destroy a city, tamper with a history book, and bury all the past greatness in the dust. Only the broken walls and some sporadic sneaky legends record that the world cycle has been repeated again and again.

The knights of Bretonnia are also one of them. They believe in justice and honor, and morality illuminates the entire old world like a star in the night. But at the same time, under the honor of Bretonnia are the blood, tears and suffering of countless serfs.

But so what? For the serfs, it is enough to have knights to guarantee their safety.

Otherwise, these powerless civilians will only die.

A sad death, a meaningless death.

Like a stink bug or a maggot, wailing and dying anywhere.

That is why knights appear, so knights enjoy the best food, the best education, the most perfect armor, and then fight against the most evil enemies.

The knights of Bretonnia believed that they would not feel fear when fighting any powerful enemy. Just as their legend said, under the light of the goddess's holy grail, all the knights will polish their armor and implement their chivalry in the final battle.

At the edge of this world, they finally realized the essence of their confrontation.

"So that's it... This is the real enemy... This is the first time I've seen such a scene..."

Pulling off the veil on his face, a knight looked at the distant scenery with a dull look.

Under Leon's command, countless knights gathered on the hillside, overlooking the distorted scenery below.

Amid the huge wounds caused by the stone circle and the roar of magic manipulation, the knights vaguely saw the endless demon army covering the snowfield through the distorted light curtain.

These demons roared, twisted, and continuously attacked the invisible barrier. They charged fearlessly at the edge of the stone circle's coverage, and then twisted into dust in the rules of reality and dissipated in the air.

They were about to succeed.

The twisted will of the demon of death made the flames in the chaos more solid.

Those sinful creatures roared, looked at the knights eagerly, and roared like a threat.

Only in the magical environment and the use of special rituals can the demons appear in the real world without scruples. There is another way, which is to completely distort the real space.

And now, the huge Stonehenge has torn the space between reality and illusion, and the huge will has twisted the snowfield where the demons are rampant into a hot land. And the monsters are now repeating this twisting process with existence.

They are about to adapt to the rules of the Stonehenge.

Although the environment still looks cold, there is no doubt that this is a land that can be lived in. And the knights stepped on the hillside full of black soil, overlooking the endless demon army, feeling the fear and excitement overflowing from their bodies.

But at this moment, a deafening laugh suddenly came from the demon army.

"Hahaha! Bretonnian knights!"

An unimaginable huge red demon rushed over, pushing away all the surrounding demons. Its burning pupils looked at the knights and roared blasphemously.

"I've seen you! That was a really refreshing slaughter! Why are you hiding behind this barrier! Why don't you dare to face me like you did before! Face your death! Face me, the great knight's disaster!"

"... Humph, a clown-like trick."

The leader of the Falcon Knights looked at the demon army below the hillside with a disdainful expression on his face.

After taking a look at the tall and unimaginable demon, and then at the posture that dared not to cross the line, the knights knew it in their hearts.

The demon was extremely cunning and wanted to trick them into a miracle so that they could kill them all.

As if because the plan was seen through, the angry red demon roared angrily on the other side of the world full of natural elements, smashing the ground full of magma and blizzard into pieces.

"I swear I will kill you! Little bugs! I will definitely kill you! As long as I can get behind this curtain! This damn reality barrier blocks everything!"

"Come here! Come here! Let me kill you all! Didn't you hear me!!!"

"Come out and face me!"

"..."

The knights looked down at the demons below, unmoved.

However, it is probably only a matter of time before these demon armies enter the range covered by the Stonehenge.

With those demon servants who keep attacking, the scales covering their bodies look more and more real, and the spraying flames and the breath of sin seem to be close at hand.

It won't take long for these demons to rely on the reality distortion brought about by the death of their companions and finally walk into the Stonehenge. Just one look will tell that those demons probably won't regard them as any difficult opponents.

But will the knights of the goddess give up?

The Holy Grail is here, and they are here.

How can these demons compete with them, the blessed ones?

This is just a step on their road to glory, a link to honor them.

"My fellow knights, please listen to me."

The leader of the Falcon Knights, driving his steed, held high the shining Holy Grail in his hand, walked in front of everyone, and spoke loudly.