Lords: From Civilization to the Stars.

Chapter 83 Torchlight
A very small number of sea elves who were maintaining the Aether Sea and standing guard on the sea level witnessed the unimaginable scene. They watched helplessly as 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 structure. The exterior of the huge black tower had no traces, but the interior had long been filled with countless runes and marks. This was an architectural miracle that only creatures of the subspace who could penetrate matter could create.

When the last piece of black iron ore was successfully smelted and fitted perfectly onto the black tower, the resonant beacon began to emerge in the subspace. The signal of the psychic beacon and the wound of the world began to resonate, like an eye hanging high in the sky, or like the sun shining on 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, the tombs hidden deep in the ocean, or other races on the seabed, they were all deeply shocked by this horrifying scene. Compared to the original world wound that was considered a natural phenomenon, this was something that could only be achieved by human will.

Amid the terrifying and horrified screams of those creatures, the platinum-colored psychic torch blooming in the sky slowly extended a thin line from the middle, and the huge eyeball-like structure appeared inside.

Horror, shock, fear.

There was no sound, no performance, just light and shadows interweaving in the sky, causing terrifying results that no one could understand.

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

The moment the psychic torch was lit, it was as if a bomb had exploded on all the magic maps.

A huge flame shone brightly at the northernmost tip of the Old World. The irresistible lighthouse signal made both the eternal species and the newly-emerged underground empires open their eyes in shock, feeling the terrifying pressure coming from the depths of the warp.

'You have completed the construction of the Great Lighthouse (Magic), a world wonder!'

'The torch of Tartarus has been lit. It will be a little unstable at first, but will become stable soon. Please do not interfere too much.'

'The effect of Tartarus has been activated! Within the range of your faction, all ships will be guided and assisted by the psychic torch! Your understanding of the power of the warp has been further improved! Please note that your wonder construction has been discovered by many races!'

'Your population prestige has increased! Your national prestige is now 21'

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

"..."

Success was a matter of course.

Looking at the psychic lighthouse that was connecting with the World Wound in the sky and finally merging slowly together, like an eye opening, Leon breathed a sigh of relief and felt happy for his own wisdom.

He had not originally intended to combine them directly, after all, if they were combined directly, there might be some unexpected risks during operation. However, after thoroughly understanding the technology of the Psychic Lighthouse and Stonehenge, Leon found that the two sides could complement each other, and combining them was not a difficult problem. Compared to the initial magic consumption, the current consumption requirement of the Psychic Lighthouse has only become half of the original.

But the price to pay is that 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, and you can just replace it with the Everchanging Maze.

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

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

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

I will give you a quarter of an hour to make your choice. You can choose your future.'

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

Although the distance is too far and without the help of Stonehenge, it is impossible for Leon to mobilize the power to destroy all the sea elves, but it is still no problem to start a shouting like now.

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

Soon, these so-called quarrels and bloody conflicts came to an end.

Some of the older and calmer looking individuals were killed by the younger ones. The remaining sea elves were all fierce-eyed, glaring at Leon, making gestures of slitting their throats and fighting to the death.

In the social structure of the sea elves, those who can enter the Kingdom Guard are the descendants of the rich and powerful, or potential players with outstanding military achievements and high prestige. Their death is equivalent to the future of all the sea elves being ruined. The national hatred and family feuds gathered together, and ultimately brought about the complete anger and rebellion of the young people.

They didn't care about the future at all. All they could see was their uncle, their father, and their family members performing funny actions in the waves on the ocean full of brilliant golden light.

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

"...It seems that you do not like my kindness, so please accept my anger."

(End of this chapter)