Lords: From Civilization to the Stars.

Chapter 68 The dust has settled
To be honest, at the beginning, players generally believed that the Chivalrous Crusade in the Broken Lands was just an armed parade.

Whether it was the judgment of the high-level players or the data collection of the middle and low-level players, they all thought so. Because the entire Bretonnia, including all the civilized worlds that the players had come into contact with, all the recorded data and related records proved that chaos and demons were vulnerable to the civilized world.

Hundreds, even thousands of years of detailed records, all the remains of the civilized world and heroic deeds, detailed records and the poor living conditions of the Norse people. These are unbroken and continuous records.

It's not just reliable history, sometimes the people involved may even be heroic spirits or still be alive.

What is Chaos to them? It is some rural legends circulated among fools and farmers, and it is the helpless result of the choices made by people who cannot survive in the bitter cold land of the north.

They were not qualified to obtain deeper information, and they had no idea what kind of shocking news was contained in the fog-shrouded Evergrande Island of the Elves, the rain forest in the south, and the libraries and historical legends that were never open to players. They knew nothing.

So from the player's perspective, an expedition to the Chaos Wastes is no different than an armed march.

It’s just an activity that takes money, recruits people, and then uses face to verify.

Prepare well and let the main fleet wander along the coast of Norsca, paving the way for the city of hope and the conquest of the Norsca Peninsula. Players are full of hope and dreams for the old world and the advent of the other world.

Until today, watching the color gradually return to the northern lights and the huge world wound rift in the sky, they realized for the first time that this world is not what the players imagined, just a different world with certain magical abilities. The myths and strange stories here are very likely to be true.

Because right in front of them, the man in a white robe with a passionate face had in his eyes the ritual and curse on how to tear a huge rift in the entire world.

"I'm really sorry that I showed you my somewhat rude side."

The great wizard, who was called Leon—at least that's what it sounded like from the players' interpretation—looked at the remaining people who were still frightened and smiled widely.

"But please rest assured, I will only do this to my enemies. I have infinite affection and love for every human being. As long as you follow my ideas and live a better life, that is the best thing for me. I don't want to be an enemy of you. On the contrary, I hope you can trust me."

"I am not a cruel person. Rather, you all have probably heard of Chaos Contamination and know very well what it feels like to be contaminated. What I am doing is the greatest tolerance and kindness."

"Even if you want to leave, I will never stop you, but I believe you will miss the greatest cause in your life."

"That's the same thing I just did, fighting against Chaos."

Looking at the many peasant conscripts and players who were in a miserable state and even dared not to return to their ships, the wizard in white had a smile on his face and opened his arms as if he wanted to hug these losers.

The pale army, covered in runes, no longer looked crazy, and walked silently in the burning camp. The soulless monsters walked steadily, killing the remaining demons one by one, and then dragged the living humans out of the ruins. The green light began to heal the wounded.

The remaining knights, serfs, and players watched everything in front of them in silence.

They watched helplessly as these monsters that had slain all the demons began to save people like a group of well-trained doctors. Everyone began to gradually doubt whether there was something wrong with their cognition.

It was obvious that the man floating in the air with a kind look was an out-and-out mad wizard.

A madman who is so powerful that he can even change the direction of the magic winds in the entire world and wrestle with the gods.

"You must think I will sacrifice your lives to do something evil, but please rest assured that I really love every human being. I will not force you to make a cruel choice. But because of your injuries and the war, I hope you can come to my city and settle down." The floating wizard looked at the frightened knights and serfs in the camp with a sincere smile on his face. This statement immediately made everyone's heart skip a beat.

However, only the knights felt a little uneasy, as the serfs and free people had already admitted their defeat.

They just came here hoping to get a chance to move up in class, and if they failed this time, they would just accept being slaves. It was not the first time for them to be slaves, so they did not have any psychological burden.

Being able to work under a great wizard who can change the celestial phenomena, manipulate monsters, and even directly kill the demon leading the army, such a great man is unimaginable in normal days. And looking at those soulless people, there is no need for such a terrifying great man to deceive them.

As for the players...the players don't care who they work for.

Since they were able to join the Chivalrous Expedition, they would naturally serve this Witch King of unknown origin.

For the players, they can get more information, and at first glance, it is a newly rising force, and it seems that they can choose to become a partner or even a subject. Because they have another world as a shield, the players are more flexible than they imagined.

So everyone looked at each other, and it seemed that no one saw strong resistance in each other's eyes. The knights' expressions were a little ugly, but looking at the human bodies on the ground, the knights could not speak.

Because their credibility has been ruined, even if they go back they can only go on an expedition of atonement.

Chaos followers are guilty, and failing to discern them is just as guilty.

Just when everyone was a little shaken, the wizard clapped his hands and said again:

"Of course, when I lead you to appreciate a real battlefield, I need to perform a ritual. A very simple and natural act. After all, if you do something wrong, you will be punished."

"..."

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Everyone swallowed subconsciously, feeling that this would not be an easy task.

But the mysterious wizard looked at the nervous crowd, smiled easily, and put forward his conditions.

"It's not a big deal, just a simple question. Do you admit that your choice was a failure? Do you admit that you were led by a pleasure demon to attack an innocent me?"

"...Yes, we admit it."

"That's good. My request has been met."

Looking at the Chivalrous Expeditionary Army who had laid down their weapons in front of him, the Witch King smiled on his face, which left some impression but whose memory had become blurry.

"Thank you for your understanding. Welcome to the Land of Advent. Let us witness the real world."

(End of this chapter)