Lords: From Civilization to the Stars.

Chapter 123 Great Work
In fact, not many people were surprised that the Negative Stars began to attack the Norse Peninsula.

Rather, it was unthinkable that the Negative Stars used the ultra-long-distance island-hopping tactic at the beginning, passing through the Elven colony and heading straight to Antarctica. After all, it feels like you might as well deal with the Norse Peninsula, and jumping directly to Antarctica is really a bit of an eye-opener for people all over the world.

Many people even feel that it is a little late to start conquering the Norse Peninsula until now. After all, looking at the Norse Peninsula now, many places have actually been encroached upon by various forces.

After all, no one in the world is stupid, and everyone can see how powerful the Negative Stars are.

After a big fight with the Knights, they killed the sea elves, negotiated with two elves, built the Golden City, and used their astronomical wealth to start conquering Chaos all over the world. And because they have been targeting Chaos without any other measures, the Negative Star has a very good reputation.

Even the Dark Elves know that Chaos is not a good thing, and everyone knows this. However, the weird nature of Chaos, and the memes that they have rooted in everyone's mind, lead to some loopholes in the war against Chaos.

The battle against the Negative Star Ones is very simple and straightforward. As long as the Negative Star Ones are soulless or have long been occupied by another force, they will not be afraid of chaos pollution.

Now the battle line of the Negative Stars cannot be said to be advancing step by step, it can only be said to be conquering cities and territories.

Countless Chaos Demons and terrifying monsters have fallen under the swords of the Negative Stars. The great changes in productivity brought about by these products of the industrial age have enabled the Negative Stars, even new recruits, to obtain a complete set of professional combat equipment without bringing any benefits to Chaos.

It is impossible for any chaos demon or monster to be compatible with the abilities of other evil gods. Unless it is an option decided by several evil gods together, otherwise it is absolutely impossible.

And Leon would certainly not allow such a thing to happen, so naturally, there would not be any compatible individuals.

For all the countries in the world, the sudden emergence of such a powerful camp does not seem to be a good thing. However, considering that the actions of the Negative Stars have always been to kill Chaos, to capture Undead and Swamp Monsters, or to go to Antarctica to give the demons a hard time, they are basically the Iron Order camp.

So although everyone didn't say anything, they just watched. Then they secretly took some small villages or outposts in the south of the Norse Peninsula for monitoring and observation.

However, these facilities were out of their control soon after and even joined the ranks of the negative star people.

No one knows how the Negative Stars' spy system works. They seem to always be able to capture traitors at an astonishing speed and then find valuable information from them. This makes it almost impossible for all countries to know anything about the Negative Stars' intelligence. They have no idea what is going on over there.

Even Bretonnia and the Empire, which are also factions of order, began to murmur, and the Norscans on the Norse Peninsula were even more desperate. "I know nothing anyway, so I might as well pretend I don't exist."

The Norscans on the west coast joined the Negators almost immediately, and the Norscan communities on the north coast had been basically plundered by Ulfric and had already joined the Negators. Only the southern Norscans facing the Empire and Bretonnia and the northern Norscans confronting Kislev were still unclear about what was going on. In their opinion, it was as if a huge light bulb lit up in the sky, and then everyone disappeared.

At first, these Chaos believers even thought that it was very likely those sneaky underground kingdoms that were responsible. However, after they found a few former ratman tunnels, they discovered that these guys with a keen sense of smell had long since fled away to who knows where, leaving only a group of old, weak and sick people as cover.

These Skaven had long since sealed their tunnels and used a deeper network of underground caves to lurk inside the planet. They were determined not to come out and did not want to see the sun over the ocean.

This situation made the other Norsemen feel confused and even a little frightened.

In their time, it was always the Norsemen who robbed others. Their custom was to fight constantly, and finally a strongest Norse chieftain would emerge from the duel, and then go to the empire to start a war and rob. But now, why are there still people who are interested in the poor mountains and bad waters here?
It's not even just the Negators. On the northern coast of the Norse Peninsula, after the Negators' colonial fleet left, what followed were not Chaos warlords, but groups of Undead players singing barcarolles.

Because of the increase in the number of players, Hope City can no longer bear the forces that have expanded in it.

After all, when Hope City was first built, they only considered whether it could survive, and there was no detailed plan for the construction of a larger city-state. And because this unlucky place is too easy to be attacked, the players discussed with the Negative Stars and decided to occupy the currently uninhabited northern end of the Norsca Peninsula.

But this deserted place is from the perspective of the Star Negators. If you Star Negators come to arrest people, then of course there will be no one living in the village. Who dares to go against you? If you walk this way, there will be no living people in the whole village. Everyone is hiding.

But what's wrong with you being a player? We have lived in this place for generations, how come it suddenly became yours? What's wrong with believing in the Chaos Gods? Do you deserve to die if you believe in Chaos?
With such a simple mentality, a violent conflict arose between the northern part of the Norse Peninsula and the players.

The southern region had a violent conflict with the troops sent by the Empire and Bretonnia to take advantage of the situation. The southern Norscan port was facing the harbor of the Empire and Bretonnia. The two countries could accept the Norscans' occupation, but they could never accept a super team like the Negative Stars lighting the lighthouse.

Although one team disappeared as soon as it formed, and a large number of people joined the Negative Stars inexplicably, this made the Empire and Bretonnia more confident.

A group of witch hunters and baptized knights joined the expedition, determined to take control of the coastline.

The end result was that before the Negative Stars took any action, the entire Norse Peninsula was in chaos.

The Norse people are more accustomed to this situation.

If you want to fight, don't worry about the reason. Just fight. As long as you fight, you can solve the problem.

"——I don't know what happened, but I know there must be a lot of blood flowing here recently."

The chieftain of the Hydaelyn tribe looked at the blood on the axe and grinned.

"The great warhounds will love the gift of blood. Our band will be the leaders of all Norscans, and like the great men before us, we will surely be chosen by the gods."

Looking at the fighting brothers around him whose bodies had been deformed, the smile on the chief's face became more obvious.

Although no one knew what had happened, the blessings from the Chaos Gods had obviously increased in recent times. More and more people began to receive the kindness of the Dark Gods, who granted the Norse warriors infinite power, as well as unpredictable limbs and bodies, allowing them to kill enemies in various ways.

Although he believed in the god of war, the war dog in Norse mythology, he didn't want to manage what other people believed in. After all, such things were too troublesome, and for him, if they could be solved with blood, then it was not a problem.

In recent times, those southerners have gone crazy and have been determined to fight the Norsemen to the death. They even rushed over in a blizzard, and this senseless behavior was of course laughed at by the gods.

It simply killed several witch hunters who were said to be famous on the battlefield, and then beheaded some flashy-looking knights as a display of their heads.

The faces beneath those helmets are not as exquisite and noble as they advertise, and they will die if they are killed.

Holding up the head that had just been chopped off on the battlefield, the chief stood among countless corpses, and let out terrifying roars towards the sky and the Chaos Warriors who were gnawing on the corpses of the enemies on the battlefield and had gone completely crazy, which would make ordinary people fall into Chaos upon hearing them.

"See! My compatriots! These cowards are the garbage occupying those beautiful lands! They don't have the souls that can support that fertile soil! They are cowards! They are weaklings!" "The weak are not qualified to live in this world! Their blood will be dedicated to the Blood God!"

"We killed the cans of Bretonnia, we killed the fanatics of the Empire, we will go to the east of the Norse Peninsula, summon our most bloodthirsty allies, let us break through the Frost Palace of Kislev together, let us march directly to the Empire from the coastline! Let us do it for greater wealth!"

"Roar!!!!!"

Monsters born from chaos and flesh and blood roared on the battlefield. Countless of them had been distorted beyond human form, not even human. They could only be described as freaks of chaos eggs waving their tentacles.

These Norscan warbands have completely entered the abyss. They have given up their humanity. These monsters favored by Chaos will never be reborn as humans even after they die in the real world. These things are no different from demons.

But these monsters gnawing at the flesh of the defeated were very happy, the blood was reserved for the War Dog Blood God, the screams and cries were for the Lord of Joy, and the stupidity of these people must be the plan of the Condor. And the bodies and internal organs of these people would not be wasted, they would be canned and ground by the special plague doctors, and finally, under the blessing of the God of Life, a great plague would be obtained.

A war dedicated to four gods is really worth it! For Chaos and the Norse people, what could be more convincing than this?
Look at the leather armor burning with hellfire, the metallic-colored, saw-toothed giant axe in his hand, and the large leather cape enchanted by magic. His heavy metal outfit is a great power born from the blessing of the gods, and mortals will be horrified if they can't even get close to it.

In front of the benevolent Dark Gods, the Star-Negers and Chaos Killers are nothing but chickens and dogs, not worth mentioning!
'Coordinates 855.224, three rounds of covering bombardment.'

"what?"

Hearing the voice of interpretation from the Chaos Gods suddenly coming to his ears, the Chaos God-chosen warrior who was waving the giant axe in his hand looked towards the coastline with some surprise.

In the dark, foggy ocean, there was no sign of any ship. But after the sound, three lights suddenly lit up at the end of the horizon. Countless points of light danced in the sky, projecting towards this side at an extremely fast speed.

There was no sound, no deafening sound of cannons, only countless light shadows falling rapidly from the sky.

When the white light was almost within reach, a dull sound wave rushed over from the edge of the coast, and together with the shrill scream of the bullet tearing through the air, he instantly realized what was happening.

It was artillery fire, and it was an extremely high-speed, extremely long-range artillery fire. But before the Chaos Warrior could turn around and yell "Get Down," the whistling white light instantly fell to the ground. The blessed eyes of the gods even allowed the Chaos Warrior to clearly see the hundreds of inscriptions engraved on the falling warhead.

The fine text and engraved marks were filled with the symbols of some powerful Chaos Power, as well as his curse words.

'You are a bunch of trash! The Warp, all trash!'

'You shall submit to me!'

'I will be the only one left in this world. No other will will exist!'

'I am the real one and the real eternal! You will all bow down at my feet!'

'I command all psychic powers and the might of the Chaos Gods to cease here!'

When he saw the last line of the inscription on the shell, his strong will and the terrifying mark in the warp burst out instantly. The Chaos Warrior didn't even have time to scream before the invisible flames spread from the inside of the warp in the blink of an eye, and began to devour his mutated body and limbs.

Platinum flames and golden destruction began to spread. These indescribable horrors, accompanied by continuous artillery fire, covered every corner of the battlefield.

These golden flames seemed to be based on the existence of every person. Those Chaos Warriors, Chaos Eggs, and those blessed monsters all wailed during the three rounds of bombardment. Their huge bodies became the real source of their destruction, and countless flames burst out from their bodies.

The food of these things is the Chaos Magic itself. It was created specifically to devour these God-given things. For all intelligent creatures, the strongest fear is the fear of the unknown, and the strongest fear is the fear of self-modification. And it is no surprise that this white-gold flame has both. Once it is forged by this flame, it will be a brand new individual.

After the bombardment, there was no smoke or craters on the battlefield. The white-gold flames burned the Chaos Demons to death and did not stay on the battlefield for long.

The ship in the distance seemed very sure of this and simply dropped anchor in the distance and sent a few landing craft up to mark and record it.

These elves were dressed in white work clothes, each holding a weapon and a recording device. They silently recited some knowledge, and then stiffly read out the script while carrying out cleaning and recording work on the coast.

"This is the Norscan Southern Coast Patrol. We have found the missing Fourth Company of the Third Army of the Empire. They encountered the marked Chaos Apostles and put up a fierce fight, but were eventually annihilated. We didn't catch up with them, and in the end we only saw these things on the ground... Eh? You can't say that?"

The female elf in charge of recording was stunned for a moment. She looked at the record on the document and tentatively asked the voice that always existed in her mind:
"But these things are objective facts, sir. Why can't we record the real data?"

"Because it's hard for the Empire to understand... But if that's the case, wouldn't we be lying? Saying that the Empire rejected our request for assistance and thought they could handle the enemies, but ended up being wiped out. The truth of the matter is not like that at all. We're too late."

"The Empire thinks we might have done it on purpose, so why not just say so? But wouldn't the Empire think we did it on purpose even more? That wouldn't be bad for the future of the Negative Stars, right?"

"Creating a pretext for war? You can send troops to occupy the place in the name of being humiliated? What are you talking about?"

Some of them seemed to understand the lessons given by the voice in their heads, and the female elves were recording various information in a daze. Other elves were also receiving various educations and instructions, and some of them were clumsy in handling everything on the coastline.

These elves who are confirmed to serve in the Negative Star Array are elves from the cloning warehouse. They will serve as recruits around the coastline. This includes but is not limited to helping those reckless imperial troops and Bretonnian troops. However, when encountering some risks and accidents, they can also choose their own options.

However, for these defeated armies, these negative stars chose to describe the behavior of their own army and the enemy in a way that sounded more deliberate.

As for why, the Negative Stars don't know. At least these young Negative Stars don't understand.

They only knew to keep pressing the psychic spires and then transmit the records to the rear. This was their job and their daily routine.

Such a part must exist in this great map coloring work.

(End of this chapter)