Lords: From Civilization to the Stars.

Chapter 122: War on Norsca
Norsca Peninsula, Hell Peaks.

This place is blown by the chaotic winds from the north all year round, and various chaotic beliefs emerge one after another. Countless warbands and Norsemen live on this desperate peninsula, making it a classic monster spawning spot for various gods.

Because although this place is covered with ice and snow, it can still support a certain population. As the losers of the continental struggle, the Norse people are forever trapped in this ice and snow, and have no hope of going to Kislev or even the Empire. Their lives can only rely on the mercy of the Chaos Gods and their grace.

Only those Norscan warriors who are rewarded by the Chaos Gods can have powerful strength to lead them to survive in this chaotic and painful world. But more often than not, what the Chaos Gods give is not grace, but more intense pain and despair. Only at this time will the Norscan people's faith and desire become more devout, and they will act according to the gods' moods.

They never had a choice, nor did they have the right to choose. The outside world regarded them as the source of disaster, and even if they had some considerations, they had no way to negotiate with others.

As mercenaries and individuals, the Norscans can leave, but as a whole, a large country, or a tribal union, they will never be accepted by the civilized countries. They can only continue to survive in the ice and snow in this desperate world until they are destroyed one day.

But now, in recent months, the Norsemen have suddenly felt a little nervous and uneasy.

First, the players.

The deceived players did not turn out as the various forces imagined. Hope City did not fall apart in a short period of time under the invasion of the Doomsday War Gangs, and even established an effective defense system. Some brave caravans also began to come to this place to do business in exchange for the local specialties.

These brave players relied on their own immortality, the ability to quickly mark and call upon countless others even if they did die, and began a small-scale counter-attack across the entire Limbo.

Although the players' strength is just so-so, they cannot withstand their strong ships and powerful guns.

When the rune warships purchased from the Negative Stars were stationed on the river, one fortress after another was providing artillery support. A round of 48 heavy artillery shells were thrown onto the battlefield as if they were free. The shells with the Mark of Destruction would either kill or injure anyone who got stuck, and even the grace of God would be torn to pieces.

This was too much for the demons to accept, and the demons chose to retreat. Naturally, the real Chaos Warbands could not have a particularly good ending. Each of them eventually chose the final ending. A large number of wastelands polluted by the wind of chaos were recaptured, and then placed with simplified versions of the psychic spires produced by the Negative Stars. Small fortresses built by players one after another were dotted on the plains to monitor the surrounding land.

Although the individual strength of the players is really vulnerable and each demon can kill more than a hundred players in combat, their technology does not require much individual strength.

The guns, ammunition, and warships sold by the Negative Stars were all hard currency shining with golden light. The players got a large number of things from nowhere like a magic trick, and then stuffed them all to the Negative Stars for no reason, and then the Negative Stars gave them a lot of strategic props.

The enthusiastic and fearless players would use these weapons to launch desperate attacks that would scare even the demons. After all, the players would not really die, and the demons would be deprived of their original strange immortality. Wouldn't it be time to take revenge? The anger that the players had endured for half a year was finally released recently. They repelled four Chaos warbands and regained their foothold.

The name of the player's country is the First Republic, established on the edge of civilization north of Kislev. Hope City officially announced that it has become the first player-established country and hopes that all players can support their cause.

Of course, this is definitely not good news for the Norsemen, because the Norsemen know very well that the players are not children, nor are they good people who can be accepted.

These soulless monsters hold deep grudges and are often obsessed with their wealth and power.

For example, the various furs and ivory they get from hunting are not available to ordinary people, and the Norsemen don't care, but the players have been coveting them for a long time. If a republic is really established, then according to the nature of the players, it is very likely that they will not bring any money or supplies, and will starve to death and then revive to rob the Norsemen all the way.

It was really the opposite of the heavens. The Norse people thought it was outrageous. They had always been so poor that they had to pay off their pants and lived in the ice and snow all day long. But one day, they were targeted by a group of even poorer and more desperate people.

What are you doing if you are not rebelling against Tian Gang? And there is really no point in fighting the Norsemen against the players. They are a bunch of psychopaths and lunatics. Unless you choose to eat human flesh directly, you will get nothing.

Many of the props in the players' hands are also specially used by negative stars. If you believe in chaos, they will explode when touched, which is as uncomfortable as eating shit.

And the problem is not just because of the threat from Hope City in the east, there is also a huge threat in the west of the Norscan Peninsula. The Golden City created by the Star Bearer has become the most prosperous port in the Old World. This core node of world trade controls the passage between Norsca and the Isle of Albion. Elves, humans, and even some ordinary Norscans can live here.

The common Norsemen have basically been assimilated by the Negative Stars. These guys with golden runes on their bodies think of themselves as Negative Stars, and don't think of themselves as Norsemen at all. They often get together and then point fingers at other Norsemen according to their own culture.

This kind of thing has happened more than once in the areas around Norsca, but what really makes people feel very uneasy and even a little frightened is that they have not been blaming it recently.

These Norsemen began to gather their forces and cut off communication between the two sides.

Moreover, the areas of the large player guilds on the island of Albion have been almost divided up, and it is already the end of the real purchase. As for why this is the case, it is because the swamp monsters and vampire counts can't stand such indiscriminate bombardment and endless harassment, and began to pledge allegiance and surrender to the negative star in large numbers.

In this case, many plots and areas that players want will become someone else's property. How can that be? There are still many plans and projects that require a lot of land, and the island of Obion is very expensive. Is this acceptable?

So it wasn't long before some uneasy signals came from the west coast of the Norse Peninsula.

Players drove their boats and began to observe through telescopes, as if they were selecting some land. They looked at the Norse countryside and fishing villages and began to point and draw various maps.

Then came the ships of the dark elves and ordinary elves. These teams would not be attacked near the island of Albion. Phoenix King Oliver used the heads of more than 300 elves to prove the determination and perseverance of the Silent King, while the dark elves knew that the sun in the lighthouse could really turn people into jerky.

So the two sides had a certain understanding and began to patrol the east coast of Norsca alternately, constantly recording the beacons and the direction of the magic wind. Even the two elves, who were old enemies, began to stand together and decided to do something. Except for those Norscans whose brains were already filled with muscles, ordinary Norscans had already realized the problem.

I'm afraid it won't be long before that lord who hates Chaos so madly, the Lord of the Negative Stars, will most likely wipe out all Norsca and Chaos beliefs in one fell swoop.

As expected, before long, almost all residents of Albion Island and the Norsca coastline could feel a voice coming from the depths of their souls. It was a man's voice, a voice that made everyone instinctively realize that he was speaking their native language.

The voice was stuttering clearly, presenting a calm but powerful piece of news to all the Norscans on the Norse Peninsula. "The signal of the Psychic Lighthouse is beginning to strengthen. The signal of the Psychic Lighthouse is beginning to strengthen. I repeat, the signal of the Psychic Lighthouse is beginning to strengthen. We will soon expand the signal range of the Psychic Lighthouse. The ocean beacon will be effective in the waters in front of Marienburg, the waters from Ulthuan to the Temple of Khaine, the middle of the Hell Peaks, and the edge of the Slave Islands. We will complete the improvement of the Psychic Lighthouse signal as soon as possible."

The voice of the Lord of Negative Stars spread around. This god that existed in reality used his own great power to prove the reality of the myth.

The psychic torch rose steadily under the fanatical gaze of everyone, and the Eye of the Negative Star in the sky, which was releasing golden light to the surroundings, seemed to have opened a small part. The cold, desperate, and unquestionable golden light of destruction shone more fiercely to the surroundings.

It was very similar to the sky of different colors that they had encountered before and seen under the influence of the gods of the Warp. Under the power of the Lord of Negative Stars, the entire sea area turned golden.

The sky is interwoven with golden threads and curtains, floating beautifully in the sky, like a curtain blocking the view outside.

The shamans in the Norse Peninsula were horrified to find that the moment the curtain fell, they completely lost their connection with the Chaos Gods and even lost a large part of their ability to cast spells. This terrible god was so tough that people could only cast spells if he allowed them to.

And after the sky turned into a brilliant golden color, the voice of the Lord of the Negative Stars did not subside at all, but continued to ring calmly in everyone's ears, announcing the fate of the Norse Peninsula.

"And, we will emphasize that we do not intend to engage in any war or hegemony. We only intend to annihilate all chaotic forces. We hope that everyone in this world can live a beautiful and confident life, rather than relying on the deformities created by those chaotic monsters to survive."

"We will give all Norse natives the right to become Negatives if they wish. For all Norse who refuse to become Negatives, we will take appropriate action."

"For those who simply do not want to become Negative Stars, we will allow them to live a normal life and give them thirteen gold coins or bulk goods of equal value as gifts that affect their lives. If they are identified as Chaos Believers, we will kill them without mercy! No matter what level of Chaos Believers they are, whether you just say so casually or really bless them, as long as they are Chaos Believers, we will kill them!"

The violent psychic shockwaves almost caused an explosion in everyone's head, and everyone who listened realized the strong anger and will contained in the man's voice.

He firmly believed that his path was correct, and that his choice would never be wrong. The will conveyed by this voice was the final word and the final judgment. The place on the Norsca Peninsula that was stained by the psychic lighthouse was where Leon's will could reach.

"Let me repeat, we always maintain a zero-tolerance attitude towards Chaos believers. Our attitude towards Chaos believers is to kill them all! There cannot be any traces of Chaos monsters left in this world, and this world must never allow Chaos to spread again! We will eradicate this cancer in this world and free everyone, all civilized worlds from the interference of Chaos!"

"We will launch an offensive in Antarctica and focus on the defensive movements in the Arctic to ensure that the Chaos Gods have no way to support the Norse Peninsula. We swear that we will deal with these pustules in the real universe!"

"As for those who have become Chaos believers but wish to surrender, we will be more generous. In addition to thirteen gold coins, we will also give you a one-month pioneering tour to cleanse all the Chaos marks and distortions on you and give you a new meaning for life."

"Ulfric, the former Norscan and current military chief of the Negative Stars, can also attest to this. All the above statements and results will be confirmed and implemented by Leon, the Lord of the Negative Stars. Please don't worry about any problems!"

"How to surrender: Just raise your hands and shout from the bottom of your heart that you want to serve the Lord of the Negative Stars. You can surrender within the range of the psychic torch. As for the Norsemen outside the range of the psychic torch, they need to raise their hands or white flags to express their obedience before they can be tested by our special personnel."

Following the angry words, what followed was a gentle voice that was as warm as a spring breeze and soothed people's hearts.

Just now, he was as violent as thunder and awe-inspiring, but the following words calmed many Norscans. After all, many people became believers of Chaos because they really had no choice in life. But now that there is a choice, who would really want to become a plaything of the deformed gods?
Who would really like to survive in such a world of ice and snow? Who would really want to live like this, with only one meal a day and one meal a day? Hunting in such a world of ice and snow, their culture and customs are forced, who really likes such a life?
If they were really that satisfied, why would they go out and rob? Isn't robbery tiring? But now they can become the best by just talking, and they are really tempted.

As the almost godly voice faded in their ears, some Norscans were still hesitant.

However, when the Norsemen saw the player fleet and the ships of the dark elves and ordinary elves in the distance rushing over like wild dogs on break free after hearing the signal, they also understood what was going on.

Obviously, these people knew that Norsca would deal with it long ago. They obviously failed in the competition for infrastructure and construction on Albion Island, and they were not qualified to land in the Arctic to build more core areas. Then the remaining road is the Norsca Peninsula, right?

And it is obvious that the Negative Stars team cannot stop here forever. After all, the Norse Peninsula next door is really a place where everyone believes in Chaos, and they will definitely attack sooner or later. And the Negative Stars' combat power is much stronger than that of the Norse people. In this case, in the long run, will the Negative Stars really show leniency to the Chaos believers on the Norse Peninsula?

So the answer was almost written on their faces. After the second impact, everyone believed that the next big move would definitely be an attack on the Norse Peninsula, so they had already made preparations for exploration and selection in advance.

As long as we take the opportunity to kill all those blind Norscans, then the remaining large areas will be ours, right?

Seeing the various enemies as fierce as wolves and tigers, the Norsemen who frequently contacted the Golden Country on the coastal border had already made preparations. They raised their hands and shouted out their desire to become negative stars without any psychological hesitation.

Then, under everyone's disappointed gaze, the Lord of the Negative Stars really responded. These Norscans who were shouting for evolution were soon branded one by one under the light of the psychic beacon. Some of those with the Chaos Mark sat there naturally, chatting calmly, and blinked at those angry hunters.

"Hey, are you still waiting here to trick us? We have long wanted to become negative star people, but Lord Li Ang just doesn't want us to for the time being.

In fact, we have already been negative star people for a long time. "

"..."

The west coast of the Norse Peninsula fell into decline at almost the speed of light, leaving only the completely inexplicable warband of the Hell Peaks. The Norse tribes in the west felt extremely weird about this.

"...What's going on?"

The warband leader looked out at the shining beacon of psionic energy with a bewildered expression.

(End of this chapter)