Lords: From Civilization to the Stars

A very small number of sea elves who were maintaining the etheric sea and standing guard on the sea level witnessed the unimaginable scene. They watched the moment when the power of the warp completely descended into reality.

The pure black tower, which was not something that humans could build, was cleverly integrated into one. There was no trace of the exterior of the huge black tower, but the interior had long been filled with countless runes and marks. This was an architectural miracle that only creatures of the warp, who could penetrate matter, could create.

And when the last piece of black iron ore was successfully smelted and fit perfectly on the black tower, the resonant beacon began to emerge in the warp. The signal of the psychic lighthouse began to resonate with the wound of the world, like an eye hanging high in the sky, and like the sun that illuminates everything, the white-gold light swept across thousands of miles of land in the blink of an eye, illuminating the ocean.

Whether it was the Aether Sea, or the tombs hidden deep in the ocean, or the other races in the seabed, they were all deeply shocked by this horrifying scene. Compared to the wounds of the world that were originally considered natural phenomena, this was something that could only be done by human will.

Amid the terrifying and horrified screams of those species, the white-gold psychic torch blooming in the sky slowly extended a thin line from the middle, and the huge eye-like structure appeared inside.

Horror, shock, fear.

There was no sound, no performance, but the light and shadow intertwined in the sky, which would cause a horrifying result that no one could understand.

Even the people who were about to go to bed on the island of Orbian were shocked by the light in the sky. They came out of their homes, pointed at the sky full of light, and prayed that the Lady of the Lake or the Dark Gods would protect their lives and not let this destruction completely fall on the world.

At the moment when the psychic torch was lit, all the magic maps seemed to have detonated a stun bomb.

A huge flame shone brightly at the northernmost end of the old world. The irresistible beacon signal made both the eternal species and the newly-emerged underground empires stare in shock, feeling the terrifying pressure coming from the depths of the warp.

‘You have completed the construction of the world wonder, the Great Lighthouse (magic)! ’

‘The torch of Tartarus has been lit. It was a little unstable at the beginning, but it will enter a stable stage next. Please don’t interfere too much. ’

‘The effect of Tartarus has been activated! Within your faction, all ships will be guided and helped by the psychic torch! Your understanding of the power of the warp has improved a level! Please note that your current wonder construction has been discovered by many races! ’

‘The prestige of your species has increased! Your national prestige is now 21’

‘If your species disappears in the history of the world in the next moment, people will also clearly record that the sky turned pure white at night because of your great power. The world-class event called daylight will be bound to your wonders and civilization! You will also be called the Lord of Daylight! ’

“…”

Successful, this is a matter of course.

Looking at the psychic lighthouse that colluded with the wound of the world in the sky and finally slowly merged together, like opening its eyes, Leon breathed a sigh of relief and was happy for his extreme wisdom.

He didn't want to merge them directly, after all, if they were merged directly, there might be some unexpected risks when operating. But after thoroughly understanding the technology of the psychic lighthouse and Stonehenge, Leon found that the two sides could completely complement each other, and it was not a difficult problem to merge them.

Compared to the initial magic consumption, the current consumption demand of the psychic lighthouse has only become half of the original.

But the price paid is that the Stonehenge can no longer produce magic power, and it is impossible to increase the output of magic power by adding people. This is not very important, just replace it with the ever-changing maze.

Of course, Leon never forgot to do the most important thing. In the glow of Tartarus, all the etheric sea fogs of the sea elves were invisible. The distant ocean is no different from being completely transparent to Leon. At a glance, from the deep-sea ruins to the sunken ships, and then to the hidden sea elves, everything is completely visible.

‘I don’t want to commit too many murders, sea elves. I will give you one last warning. Your behavior has completely angered me. My patience is limited. Your repeated provocations have caused great trauma to my dignity and my people.

Now, you put down all your weapons, tie your hands and feet, come to me and surrender to me, and I can still give you a chance to live together. Otherwise, you will only face death forever.

I will give you a quarter of an hour to make a choice, and you can choose your future. ’

The power of psychic energy shook everyone’s ears, and the terrifying sound was accurately transmitted to the minds of every sea elf.

Although the distance was too far, and without the assistance of the Stonehenge, Leon could not raise the power to destroy all the sea elves, but it was no problem to start a shout like now.

In Leon's sight, at the moment his voice was conveyed, all the sea elves suddenly broke out in a commotion. From a bird's-eye view, the twisted and ugly bodies of the sea elves seemed to contain some strange ideas. They quarreled with each other and had a brief conflict.

Soon, these so-called quarrels and bloody conflicts had already had results.

Some individuals who looked older and more stable were killed by younger individuals. The remaining sea elves were full of fierce eyes, staring at Leon's direction, and gestured to cut their throats and fight to the death.

In the social structure of the sea elves, those who can enter the kingdom guard are the descendants of the powerful, or potential players with outstanding military exploits and high prestige. And their death is equivalent to the future of all the sea elves being buried. The national hatred and family hatred gathered together, and finally brought about the complete anger and rebellion of the young people.

They don't care about the future at all. All they can see is that on the ocean full of brilliant golden light, their uncles, their fathers, and their families are making funny movements in the waves.

Of course, in Leon's eyes, these sea elves are also fast.

'...It seems that you don't like my kindness, so accept my anger.'