Chapter 100: Are We Here to Prevent Them from Making Mistakes??

Wonders are creations that reach the limits of the imagination of all sentient beings; they are the greatest products that can be created under the constraints of an era. Countless people once thought that anyone could create a wonder, but in reality, they only saw the surface. In this world, great wonders almost certainly possess unimaginable power.

Take the Hesi Baita of the Elf as an example; their wonder can monitor the flow of all Winds of Magic across the entire Old World. Certain special wonders also possess various—or perhaps extreme, or even terrifying—ways of being used.

The Elf sailed their white Elf warships, moving with what could almost be called wonder across the pale golden ocean, bathing in this dream-like light as they slowly advanced toward the coordinate point.

Even the works of the Elf rarely depict such a beautiful scene.

The firmament was filled with golden light like thin gauze, and the entire sea was as clear as if it were transparent, carving ripples as they traveled across the vast expanse. The fine, golden specks of light were even more endearing, drifting and shattering in the hands of many dazed Elf, leaving one with a sense of loss.

This was not a natural phenomenon; at the far end of the firmament, a massive Psionic Beacon was burning fiercely in the eyes of all the Elf, scattering countless golden rays across the sky and creating this aesthetic scene.

Yet this massive torch did not display an aggressive state; in fact, all the Elf felt as if something was watching them.

But that light held no thoughts of attack or mockery; it simply looked at everything around it with the same calm and gentleness. It was as if the sky and the sea had been inverted; looking out, only the position indicated by the torch in the distance was the direction they were to advance.

"... Is this something a group of ordinary mages could do?"

An observing Elf looked at the water and the brilliant Veil in the sky, and could not help but ask:

"If I remember correctly, we were supposed to be here to support some ordinary mages fighting against Chaos..."

"If these were ordinary mages, I could take off my own head and give it to them to express my respect and admiration for ordinary mages. But it is very obvious that we are not facing any ordinary mages."

Standing at the bow of the ship, overlooking the golden light where water and sky met, the mage from the White Tower sighed, the expression on his face looking very unpleasant.

Anyone with some sensitivity to the Winds of Magic could feel the power contained within this heaven and earth.

These fine golden rays were the manifestation of one person's will.

There have been records in the Elf classics that when some descending gods or unimaginable Subspace powers are fighting or thinking, the surrounding environment often undergoes changes that conform to their essence.

And now, whether it was the brilliant golden light brought by the World Scar twisting and changing in the sky, or the Psionic Beacon burning fiercely below, fused with the World Scar, all of it proved that this area already had an absolute master, and a being who could be called a god among men was resting here.

"Is the Phoenix King crazy, asking us to support this thing? Shouldn't things of this level go to other super-large realms to fight god-wars? Like Toril or Nien or something..."

The White Tower mage looked at the golden sea area and sighed imperceptibly, not wanting to say anything more.

Although the Sea Guard of Lothern had studied magic and related arts, they were not truly specialized in these fields, so they could hardly feel anything else. What they could feel and see was just a huge golden Veil and a very beautiful world.

But as a specially trained Elf mage, the White Tower mage could feel, or rather, touch more things. He could feel that the massive will was observing them through the beacon in the firmament.

That massive thing was watching them, expressing curiosity about their existence, observing, and even... feeling somewhat happy? The moment he perceived this signal, the White Tower mage felt as if his perception of time and space had become slightly unbalanced. And the moment that grotesque imbalance vanished, a small golden sun appeared above the entire Elf fleet.

No, it was not a golden sun, but a Floating Warship that looked very much like a sun, with very rounded curves and countless golden Runes covering it.

The Elf formed their ranks almost in an instant, drawing their magic bows and aiming them at the strange entity in the sky.

Their martial training allowed these Elf, who had been training for a long time, to act almost as one; in an instant, they switched from their previous wonder to a state of vigilance, with sharp arrows aimed at the grotesque structure in the sky.

Until the next moment, a gap split open in the middle of the structure in the sky. A man wearing golden robes, with skin slightly dark but his entire body covered in golden Runes, was slowly descending from it, landing slowly on the deck amidst the vigilant gazes of all the Elf.

"Greetings, travelers from Ulthuan. We are the Star-Bearer, entrusted by Lord Li Ang to come and help you understand and reach the Broken Lands."

The golden man looked at the Elf before him, neither humble nor pushy, and said softly: "If you do not use our guidance, you will likely easily get lost in the light of the Psionic Beacon. Currently, only we Star-Bearer are acknowledged by the Lord's Psionic Beacon. If an accident occurs, this would be a very regrettable and sorrowful matter for both of our sides. I hope you can understand."

"Star-Bearer?"

"Yes. Those who bear the stars; this is the meaning of our name."

Seeing the strange looks from the Elf, the man who had descended from the sky smiled and said:

"Our great master once told us that when the distant Ancient Ones arrived, he had already fallen to the ground and made a contract with our ancestors to bring us above the Starry Sky."

"...?"

Listening to these words, the expression and thoughts of the leading White Tower Elf became even more confused.

Something wasn't right, was it? Hadn't the Starry Sky already been sealed? And the Old World was among the most tightly locked ones; on what grounds could he just open his mouth and say he wanted to take people above the Starry Sky? Even with the great power of a god, it was impossible to just move people to the Starry Sky like that. Because according to the knowledge the Elf possessed, this Starry Sky had long been sealed and obscured. Otherwise, why would they be idling away their time while resources were exhausted? Because they simply couldn't get out.

But the Elf did not say these things; he just looked cautiously at the golden man before him and nodded slightly.

"Thank you. Although this is our first meeting, your etiquette has given me a very good impression."

"First meeting?"

The golden figure walked on the deck and asked with some surprise:

"We have already conducted many trades, haven't we? High Elf from Ulthuan? Your Treasure Fleet is even still staying in the Golden Land."

"I mean, our first meeting as individuals." "I see, I misunderstood. I am very sorry."

"..."

Damn those cursed trade Elf, what else did they not tell? Another piece of intelligence he had never heard of; had the Elf of the Sea Gate cut off all news from the inside and outside? The Elf leader cursed inwardly, but still nodded elegantly, though his gaze had already looked at the golden Floating Warship in mid-air several times, determined to firmly imprint all the peculiar patterns and materials on it into his heart.

There was no need to look at the people; those inscriptions were essentially the promise and expectation of a god in the mortal world for his own kin. The golden patterns had already been carved by the god's power into the souls and flesh of these guys who were supposed to be Human. It was just like how Half-Elf were not Human at all.

So what was worth paying attention to was the Floating Warship in the sky that had closed its rift and was moving along with the Elf warships through the golden ocean and sky.

Completely unknown floating technology; the mages of the White Tower did not recognize what the golden inscriptions on it were at all, and could only barely identify that some of the Runes in the corners might mean anti-gravity. However, the technology used by the entire fleet was technology the Elf had never heard of.

And the materials of the hull had never been seen before either.

Although it looked like the wood of the Era Oak that the Wood Elf had sent over as a sign of Elf friendship back then, one only had to use their brain to know that this was impossible.

After experiencing many disasters, the Wood Elf's Era Oak was currently trying its best to recover its main trunk, and was still being raided by Beastman from who knows where every day. If they could take out so much wood for construction, then the entire Wood Elf race would probably have to submit to this faction, and only then could they gather the strength of the whole clan to offer up these few warships.

Although they bore the expectations of the Phoenix King to let these hairless apes recognize the elegance of the Elf and their technology for fighting Chaos, the Elf always felt that something was not quite right.

The brilliant Psionic Beacon, the golden Veil that blotted out the sky and sun—everything seemed to be telling of the greatness of this controller.

Especially when five days passed, and they were surprised to find that the Star-Bearer knew almost everything.

The feelings the Elf held for the controller here had already reached a certain degree of fear.

According to the judgment of the human body itself, this Star-Bearer was likely a farmer tilling the land just a month ago.

The instinctive strain on the lumbar spine was still there, and the biological stratum corneum on the palms had not softened and fallen off so quickly, and there was even an instinctive hunched standing posture.

But it was such a person who could skillfully answer the questions thrown out by the Elf. Yes, he was so learned that even some Elf from the trade system who were proficient in miscellaneous studies felt inferior.

From how to forge an exquisite piece of Elf jewelry, to smelting a powerful magic sword, to the outlining and hammering of armor, and how to choose the most perfect time to plant a rose—even regarding spells, although he didn't understand them, he could state many fluent theories.

When the Elf asked him how he obtained this knowledge, he always smiled and said he obtained it through divine revelation.

But the Elf just took it as if the person was farting.

That was a god, after all; the gods of the Elf race were famously cold and overbearing, and the gods of other races didn't seem easy to talk to either. Maintaining one's own mystery and strengthening faith was already an unspoken secret.

But why is it so strange here? Almost every Elf is marveling at the increasingly near Psionic Beacon, and that massive World Scar suspended above the sky, looking like a groove. But at the same time, the confusion and unease in every Elf's heart are growing by the day, and some even have the urge to flee.

Are they here to provide poverty relief? It's more like these people are here to provide poverty relief to them, right? "We are almost there, everyone from Evermeet."

Five days later, standing at the vanguard of the fleet, the golden-hued Human who had barely slept still smiled and pointed to the area directly beneath the Psionic Torch, which had already become like a second sun.

"The port at Sage Beach is preparing the corresponding welcome ceremony and space for your arrival. May I ask if you have any dietary restrictions, or what flavors of food you prefer? Please tell me directly, and I will relay your requests to the chefs at the port one by one, striving to bring you the most wonderful experience."

"We do not have many requirements for low—for non-Elf food. I only want to ask, what are those ships at your port...?"

The mage of the White Tower stared dumbfounded at the twenty warships lined up in the port, which were several times larger than the warships the Elves were riding in, looking at the inscriptions and serial numbers on them, and feeling an even more intense sense of shock.

Under the illumination of the golden sun, the sight of the twenty mountain-like warships lined up was truly breathtaking.

Even for the Elves of Evermeet, these twenty warships would be an absolute main fleet.

But the golden Star-Bearer took one look and merely chuckled.

"Oh, those are the fleet of the Outer Expeditionary Fleet. We hope to examine in more detail the specific conditions of the North and South Poles in the Old World region, as well as the Subspace readings and the structure of the Realm Ice Wall."

The man, who radiated golden light from head to toe and looked very majestic, said softly.

There was neither pride nor belittlement in his expression; it was as if he were talking about something he saw every day, just lightly and matter-of-factly stating a shocking theory that was, to the Elves, comparable to an explosion.

"In the process of slaying demons, my Lord deeply felt that the demons of this world are endless, and hopes to solve the problem from the source. Therefore, my Lord intends to dispatch teams to the Antarctic of the Old World, the deep sea, the Realm Ice Wall, and other locations to conduct surveys before making further plans. This is my Lord's mercy."

"..."

This person definitely has a problem.

This wizard definitely has a big problem.

Looking at the twenty warships that resembled bunkers on the sea level, the White Tower Elf complained inwardly.

Sorry, I discovered a major flaw just as I was about to finish writing, so I am rewriting it. There will be another short chapter in a moment. I ask for the understanding of all you readers...

(End of chapter)