The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

Although foreign enemies are invading, dragons are eyeing the land covetously, demons hold an ultimate nuclear weapon, and the black mist is spreading uncontrollably, making this arguably the worst era in the continent's history, almost catching up with the post-golden age, Linde still believes that this is one of the best eras.

Because of the explosive development of technology, there have been fantastical scenes of people who retain the simple chivalrous spirit wielding modern weapons. This era does indeed have all sorts of problems, such as unscrupulous merchants everywhere, rampant swindlers, and cunning people taking advantage of information gaps in the new era to frantically exploit ordinary people. Many people have not adapted to life in the new era. However, these same simple people will step into this place of no return because of a single sentence from Linde, and fight for the so-called future of humanity.

They didn't even consider whether it was true or not, or what would happen if they couldn't go back. People came together because of a single sentence in order to save their future.

Looking down at the vast expanse of black mud, Lin De shook his head. Perhaps every era has no shortage of such courageous people; it's just that the times haven't given them the opportunity to show their abilities.

"People of the North, soldiers of Anjou!"

As more soldiers who followed Linde into the depths of his consciousness joined the battle, the onslaught of black sludge, like a tidal wave, was actually stopped by the sudden barrage of artillery fire.

"This is humanity's last line of defense. We are fighting not only for the gods, but also for ourselves!"

Linde pointed the sword at his waist forward and said, "If we retreat, more and more people will go mad, the gods will fall, and the heavens and earth will wail! At that time, no one will be able to escape!"

"And today, we will answer the prayers of the people! We do not fight for glory! We do not fight for ourselves! We will fight for the last hope of mankind! We have no way back, only forward! Our names will be etched in history, and our blood will ignite the torch of the future!"

Lind's words were like a spell, making all the soldiers like arks against the current, rushing fiercely towards the black mud that was corroding their minds.

Even the surviving tower personnel were infected. The tower members who had resisted the erosion for so long showed excited expressions. A group of mages rolled up their sleeves and charged ahead with the soldiers.

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, people's power seems to be only related to the power in their deep subconscious. As long as your will is strong enough, and you believe you can shatter a mountain with one punch, then you really can shatter a mountain with one punch.

Although that's the theory, Anastasia still glanced at Lind beside her. The theory may be true, but that doesn't mean the actual situation will be exactly the same. This is because the deep subconscious of humans is very difficult to change. Everyone is very aware of their own power, so there will always be an upper limit to their cognition.

Just like the members of the Tower, they are high-level professionals. Therefore, their perception of their own combat power in the depths of their consciousness is at the level of high-level professionals. It is not that you will suddenly explode and break through the limits for the sake of humanity. In fact, due to insufficient self-awareness in the subconscious or being restricted by the rules of the body, the power will be weakened.

In addition to this weakening effect, the sea of ​​consciousness itself also suppresses human consciousness. This is not only to protect the sea of ​​consciousness itself, but also to prevent intruding humans from accessing the knowledge deep within the sea of ​​consciousness that is ahead of its time and drives people mad.

However, the weapons used by the human armies below, especially those in the North, have clearly broken through this limitation.

A soldier's howitzer blasted away a small mountain of black silt, as if the howitzer was inherently that powerful—a display of unparalleled confidence.

Ultimately, the battle deep within the sea of ​​consciousness is a clash of beliefs and wills, and these soldiers' beliefs are unwavering.

In the minds of these soldiers, humanity should be this powerful, the weapons of the North should be this powerful, and following the Governor should mean winning battles.

Can't go back? So what if we can't go back? As long as the Governor can go back, that's enough. The Governor has never forgotten any soldier, and he will remember everyone's contributions.

Some soldiers even tried to summon the power armor of the Lars Knights to put on themselves, but unfortunately, it seemed that these soldiers subconsciously believed that they could not wear the armor, so even if they summoned it, they could not use it.

But even standard-issue weapons are enough to push this pollution back.

It was also thanks to the fact that the standard weapons of the Northern Army were very common, and all the soldiers felt that this was their standard equipment, that these weapons were able to appear in the hands of the soldiers.

Anastasia stared in disbelief as the tanks that appeared out of nowhere crushed the pollution with the simplest physical force, and even the holy water bombs that appeared out of nowhere purified the God of Contract in the mud.

Logically speaking, although the power of these silts comes from the despairing people in reality who are corrupted by the black mist, and the more silt monsters there are in reality, the more despair there is, the more power the Outer God absorbs, they are not actually the same thing. These silts are the embodiment of the corrosive power.

However, because they looked so similar, the experienced soldiers from the North immediately thought of using holy water bombs to purify them, and "I figured it would work," and they actually purified the mud.

Some soldiers even took water pipes that appeared out of nowhere and began to wash the God of War's body.

At the same time, the portal behind Linde did not close, and more and more soldiers poured into the battlefield. Most of them were wounded veterans, or new recruits who were prepared, and some even bought train tickets from afar to come here just to make a living and to give their families a meal.

But once you enter this place, everyone is a warrior fighting for humanity. On this battlefield, there are no longer any distinctions between countries or ethnicities. Everyone is doing their best to push back the surging pollution, which is like a swarm of insects, in their own way.

Alberto suddenly felt a great sense of relief.

Is everything alright in Anjou?

Alberto's question was less an inquiry and more a plea.

"Will be fine."

Linde gave a simple response, but it was a promise to Alberto that the two countries' de facto leaders would meet in the depths of their consciousness.

"My cousin is weak and cowardly; I'm the only one in the family capable of shouldering the responsibility..."

After all, all the other capable leaders had been personally eliminated by Alberto in the bloody coup of the past.

Alberto rambled on and on, as if he were making his final arrangements, while Linde glanced at the surging black mud beneath the vines and listened quietly to Alberto's rambling.

It's hard to imagine that the ruthless and bloodthirsty Anjou king, who rose to power through brutal means, would become so indecisive. But this is also to stabilize Alberto's emotions, since the Anjou soldiers are a great help in the fight against pollution.

Linde still intended to give the other party the utmost respect.

The two sides seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding. After Linde made a certain promise, Alberto made up his mind, jumped off the vines, and threw himself into the seemingly endless battle, leading the Anjou army to charge towards the waves.

"Alright, Tower Manager, let's talk now."

Lind turned his gaze to Anastasia.