Lords: From Civilization to the Stars.

Chapter 55: Player's Thoughts (Please Read! ! !)

May 2614th, 8 Anno.

The port of Cologne.

A fleet decorated with bright red ribbons and bronze decorations was gathering at the port.

The armies of the unblessed chivalrous expedition and the cursed expedition are constantly gathering in this largest port.

The Cursed Crusade is the official name for this chivalrous crusade, and for a reason.

The fairies of the lake did not bless this chivalrous expedition, because it was not an expeditionary force recruited by the Knight King, but a spontaneous action of the local honorary knights and quasi-knights. It was the atonement of Knight Goethe and Knight Joshua.

And because the Holy Grail had not yet been brought back, they would not bless these fleets for religious reasons. The entire Chivalrous Expedition Fleet had to launch a massive expedition to the Broken Land without the blessing of the gods. They even collected food and supplies donated by other forces and shuttled across the ice sea.

Because Bretonnia and the Norse Peninsula are across the sea from each other, some impatient outpost fleets have even begun to clear out the Norscans on the Norse Peninsula to pave the way for the chivalrous expedition.

This urgent, non-knightly expedition, just to prove himself, was eventually called the Cursed Expedition.

However, this fragmented expeditionary force, which even seemed ridiculous in the eyes of the officials of the Old World, was an unattainable dream in the eyes of many groups and forces.

Just setting sail, the entire port was filled with ribbons. As the ships gradually left the port, huge flags and sails began to rise, and with them came the chants of farmers and small nobles on the shore to bless this expedition, and the ships began to flash magical lights one by one.

It is these lights that give these strange-looking ships extraordinary load-bearing capacity, impact resistance, and even self-repair capabilities.

A fleet without magic is not qualified in this world.

Even without magic, you must have faith and respect for the gods.

Because only in this way, the ocean will not stir up huge waves, and the magic wind will not tear your fleet apart in an instant. Ships that rely purely on so-called technology and design will be torn into pieces by wind, waves and angry sea monsters in less than a decade.

"...Every time I see this scene, I feel a pang of jealousy."

Sitting on the top floor of the port tower, Edward narrowed his eyes with some displeasure as he watched the fleet covered in colorful ribbons sail out of the port and begin to gather.

"Their fleet is protected by the gods. Destroying our fleet is as easy as breaking up blocks. Their bodies are blessed by faith, and their abilities far exceed those of normal people... Why is it so easy for them to do what we can only do with money and interests?"

“Because they have lived here their whole lives, and we are on the other side.”

What's more, the gods here don't think much of us.

Next to Edward, Anderson, the player in charge of official liaison and also the coordinator of this chivalrous expedition, was wearing an elegant dress and sitting next to Edward with a bottle of fine wine.

Using the rotor to open the cork, the mellow fragrance blessed by the fairy in the lake with magic, which could never appear in the original world, filled the air, making the originally damp room seem noble and elegant. The two picked up the glass, poured out the wine, clinked it, looked at the fleet in the distance, and sighed.

"As for Goethe Knight, we can't do anything about it."

Shaking his wine glass, Anderson looked at the departing fleet and said softly:
"I feel like there's something wrong with that guy. Although he's started his own oath and curse, his power is still strong. He's also recently become fond of the color red, and often injures others during training. He has some bloodthirsty symptoms."

This symptom is very obvious, or in other words, it is very obvious to the current players in the old world. Hearing this, Edward frowned.

"Do you think he was tainted by Chaos? Or is there some other reason?"

"The Fairy of the Lake didn't mention Chaos pollution, so there must be no problem."

Anderson shook his head.

"After all, the power of the Lady of the Lake is much greater than that of the Chaos Gods. If the Chaos Gods were so powerful, how could they have spread across the ice sheet? Wouldn't they have established a nation long ago? Isn't that what happened in Northrend?"

"Isn't it said that the Chaos Gods are the embodiment of the evil thoughts of all intelligent creatures, and they don't care about the environment?"

"That's just talk. How can a truly intelligent creature not like a normal life and a beautiful environment? Who would like to live a miserable life in a land of ice and snow? They just can't survive there. It's the same everywhere else, and most Chaos Gods are like that too."

Anderson shook his head casually.

They took all the stories and related things from all major areas to determine this.

Apart from the Elves' Evermeet, which for unknown reasons was impossible to penetrate, and the strange rainforests filled with temples, other human countries in the Old World, even those evil races and strange countries, basically did not regard the Chaos Gods as invincible enemies.

Even the Empire, which depicts the most terrifying image of the Chaos Gods, basically joins forces with Kislev to resist the Norsemen and Chaos God believers who come south to plunder, and no major incidents have occurred over the years.

Therefore, based on multiple investigations and accreditations, as well as evidence from other regions, players generally believe that although the Chaos Gods are terrifying, their divine power is not as great as that of other great gods.

Rather than a world distortion point or a terrible villain that destroys the world, it looks more like some god-hating creature that is unable to survive and is raging helplessly on the edge of the world. With this understanding, the gifts and various behaviors of chaos seem to be no different from poaching people secretly.

If you were really that powerful, people would have come to join you a long time ago. How could there be so many problems?
As for the so-called destructive power, twisted into an inhuman posture, players have never seen such a high-end scene, so let's just think it's bragging. Normally, think about it, your side is sacred and noble, and the enemy looks ugly and hateful, isn't that a normal operation?

How could anyone really record it truthfully? It's ridiculous to think about it. It must be because they lost that they were described like that.

"So I think the Chivalrous Expedition will definitely succeed. After all, the power of the Lady of the Lake is stronger than that of the Chaos Gods. Although the Knights have voluntarily abandoned it, there is still time. Erosion takes time anyway."

Anderson said:
"Even if Goethe Knight has fallen and turned into a demon, he must have transformed after the Chivalrous Expedition or at the end of it. Time is still a bit of an advantage for us. To be more specific, we can wait until Knight Joshua takes the follow-up large force to act together. And it just so happens that he is arranging a consolation dinner recently. Shall we go together?"

"Go to the dinner together? Are you sure you're not envious of those ladies and young ladies?"

"That's the only place that respects us. Do we really intend to be cannon fodder in the name of knights in the chivalrous expedition? Don't forget our original intention. These things can be seen in passing. The core is still in the City of Hope in the north."

We came from the drinking party, we can't lose points in front of those ladies.

You have to be more energetic at night to satisfy those women.

Anderson tapped his head, pointed at the lavender dinner invitation, looked at Edward who understood what he meant, and smiled mysteriously.

(End of this chapter)