Chapter 132: Era of War

For everyone, whether player or local, what happened this month exceeded their imagination. It even exceeded the imagination of all sentient beings.

The Lizardmen had their Great Plan running smoothly, when suddenly they saw countless demons rushing over from all directions like their ancestral graves had been dug up, and then they started smashing the walls without a word. The Lizardmen wondered what had happened to the Great Plan, so they could only bite the bullet, take out their ancestors' relics, hypnotize themselves into believing this was also part of the Great Plan, and fight the Chaos forces to the death.

As for the Dark Elves, they were completely submerged by the countless Doomsday Warbands and Demon Legions surging from the north. The Witch King led the torn-away Elves on their arks, working very hard to conduct guerrilla warfare against the demons on the ocean. If they couldn't win, they would run back to the range of the Psionic Beacon to recover.

As for the Elves, they didn't have it any better. Although the Great Vortex inside Ulthuan kept the interior free of Chaos pollution, and the Silent King's policies guaranteed basic Elven combat effectiveness, the endless Chaos pollution on the ocean caused the trade that the Elves once enjoyed to plummet, and in many cases, contact with the outside world was severed. Looking out, there was nothing but boundless flames and those demons that were howling, seemingly insane, yet possessing a sense of despair.

Even the original End Times did not look like this; the End Times that claimed to be able to destroy the entire Old World had never had such an overwhelming scene.

Countless giants and demons were marching in formation, and the flames and vicious curses spewed by war machines like Hellfire and Demon Engines almost covered the entire sky. The world seemed to have been defiled by the demons' fury and desire for revenge.

However, except for that glimmer of bright golden light.

No sound, no questioning; everyone moved and shuttled through the vast Old World land in an orderly fashion, like worker bees in a hive. By comparison, you could even call the demons' armies cute. Because beneath that golden light was a coldness and mechanical nature that seeped into the marrow.

"Run away with me! Let's escape to other realms! Don't you see that this world is finished!"

In the Golden Land, a handsome-looking man was pressing his hands on the shoulders of a petite, white-haired Elf, his expression like glassware about to shatter the next second, looking at the armored Elf before him in disbelief.

"We players know, we've known all along! This is the Star-Bearer's world, all Chaos Demons will participate in the attack. I know doing this is bad, but you will die! Right now, the number of demons observed outside the realm is already in the hundreds of millions, how many of you are there! You will die!"

"Sorry, this order cannot be accepted. The time I spent with you made me very happy, but now our actions are required, please forgive me. The time spent with you really made me very happy."

"Why... why! Didn't we agree to leave together? Didn't we agree to be together forever!"

"I am very sorry, but this is our mission and duty. The Star-Bearer Lord is summoning us, and we must respond."

"Why..."

Watching the Elf turn and leave without hesitation, merging into the platinum military formation as silently as a stream merging into a great river, the man couldn't help but feel his legs go weak and he knelt on the ground.

It was as if all the memories and dreams were fake; the previous beautiful dreams and the wonderful world seemed insignificant in the face of this cold and cruel reality. Even yesterday, the petite Elf girl was smiling as she watched him pack his clothes, imagining their future together.

But today, less than twelve hours later, he saw his girlfriend appear in the Star-Bearer's army.

'Because the Star-Bearer Lord has initiated the return summon, we must respond.'

His cute Elf girlfriend said this, but her expression was empty and indifferent, like a machine in operation. It was precisely because of this that his hand loosened subconsciously, watching his beloved figure enter the army.

At the port, hundreds of platinum fleets were continuously sending the replaced Elves off the ships and sending the ready-to-go Elf formations aboard. During this time, the Star-Bearer's Elf craftsmen could even take the time to repair the inscriptions and decks damaged by the demon army, and even the entire damaged ships dragged back.

These Star-Bearer craftsmen were building various types of ships and vessels at a speed that would make even the players' generations exclaim in disbelief, clashing with countless demon fleets on the vast ocean and sending countless soldiers to the battlefield.

The platinum Elves launched various attacks on the battlefield without hesitation, the flames crisscrossing in the sky as they bombarded, constantly pushing the front line forward.

For a moment, it was impossible to tell which were the wailing demons and which were the cold and ruthless Star-Bearers.

Moreover, following the first wave of the Star-Bearer Lord's voluntary conscription order, nearly five million troops were once again ready in the hive-like, densely packed cities. From supplies and ammunition to clothing and some toys and snacks for entertainment, the Star-Bearer phalanxes set off for the battlefield wave after wave.

"I didn't use any mind-control methods, you know. I never use those on my own people. But you ask why it achieved a one hundred percent success rate, to be honest, I'm not quite sure either."

Standing before the Silent King Orivien, Li Ang tried his best to supplement his answer.

Because of the large-scale return of the Star-Bearer Elves to Ulthuan, there was a huge gap in the Ulthuan Mist Sea defense line, so Orivien came to ask if there was a problem with the Star-Bearer defense line.

If necessary, Orivien would choose to abandon Ulthuan to assist the Star-Bearers in supporting the Antarctic and Arctic fronts, but this good intention was immediately dissuaded by Li Ang. After all, Ulthuan's geographical location was right in the middle, capable of supporting the Landing Site and the Antarctic Pivot from above and below; if Ulthuan exploded, problems would arise. And Li Ang also promised to send a batch of Elf warships to fix the loopholes in the Mist Elf defense line.

As for the other question Orivien raised about why the Star-Bearers returned, Li Ang was also thinking about it. After all, he had said that these Star-Bearers were completely free and could do whatever they wanted. They had been Ulthuan Elves for some time now, and the fact that they came back just because he said so really scared Li Ang.

But looking at the one hundred percent return rate of the Star-Bearer lineup, Li Ang soon gave up his brief thinking. Since it was one hundred percent, what else was there to say? He would just assume his charisma stat was maxed out. "I still believe that everyone can overcome the difficulties. If the situation worsens further, I will use my own way to help us achieve victory."

"Your way is?"

"I will control these ten million Star-Bearers myself, making each of them mesh precisely like the gears of a machine to become a whole. For everyone, I'm afraid it will just be like waking up from a sleep to win the most beautiful future. Of course, I'm still very tired, so I don't really like doing this."

"Do you mean that even in the current situation, you can ensure victory?"

"Is there anything worth panicking or being shocked about? Your Majesty Orivien? I have never done things without preparation; I only look reckless on the surface."

"..."

But if he wasn't reckless, would a sane person execute the Thirteen Bell Tolls plan? Orivien looked at the man who seemed very calm, meticulously planning the advance route on the map, his heart filled with an indescribable confusion. But for Li Ang, there was nothing to care about.

And the current situation no longer allowed him to think about the things between so-called rationality and emotion. Because what lay before Li Ang was a truly unimaginably tragic battlefield. Almost everywhere in the world was red, except for Ulthuan, Nanbu Conglin, the Star-Bearer controlled areas, and a small part of Bretonnia.

According to data provided by players, the vampires had merged with the Empire and Bretonnia, the three parties recognized each other as humans and formed an alliance, joining the battlefield as Blood Aristocrats with an Undead army. Taxes had turned into blood taxes, and humans were beginning to struggle to push the front line toward the demons.

Most of the Wood Elves were transported to Li Ang's side through the World Tree. At first, both sides looked quite confused, but seeing the Star-Bearer Elves fighting the demons, the Wood Elves happily joined the Star-Bearer ranks.

There were also a small number of players who observed that Skaven, Orcs, and Dwarfs were frantically fighting demons in various parts of the Old World, and even some Tomb Kings from Nehekhara appeared, commanding their weapons to fight.

Facing the demons' doomsday frenzy, although it was only a matter of time, every individual was struggling to live for their own existence.

Faced with such a moving scene, Li Ang's choice was naturally...

"While they are still alive and can delay time, our troops are mainly distributed into thirteen cleanup teams. As long as we can ensure that the territory we occupy is vast enough, we can convert more matter into war potential. Those demons are no match for us; the gap in their power and belief is too great."

He quickly marked thirteen attack routes on the projected map.

If this attack route continued, the interior of the Old World would easily be cleaned up and become the ritual site for Li Ang's Thirteenth Round Bombardment.

A ritual established within the entire block, intended to absorb the lives and souls of the whole world for a final bombardment, would obviously be noticed by everyone. By then, Li Ang would face not just a simple Chaos frenzy, but likely attacks from countless Order factions and sentient beings who wanted to survive.

Yes, the real threat was not the demons at all. Rather, the process of these demons slaughtering sentient beings and bombing each other was actually adding chips to Li Ang's side. As long as there were emotional changes in sentient beings, they would be unconditionally transferred to the World Scar to provide magic power in Li Ang's ritual site. And the death of the demons themselves would also provide magic power; as long as there was enough magic power, Li Ang could carry out infinite airdrops until all concepts of Subspace were turned into dust.

As long as the war started, Li Ang couldn't imagine the possibility of losing. The only problem was when the demons began to realize their behavior was wrong and started to unite with those Order races.

But compared to the shiny, world-saving Star-Bearers, who would the sentient beings listen to? "Hell Peaks, the Underground Kingdom, as well as Kislev and the Northern Chaos Wastes, these places are the responsibility of the First Army. They must occupy all areas within these regions and complete the first round of fortress-ization within 144 hours. The Second Army and the Third and Fourth Armies are to clean up the Empire's regions and the demons around the Dwarf Mountains. If you encounter sentient beings, just save them; don't worry about too much else."

"The Fifth Army and Sixth Army, as naval forces, will hunt down demons interfering with our fleets on the world's oceans at any time. As for the scattered demons, don't worry about them; they can't do anything."

"The Seventh, Eighth, and Ninth Armies will march into the Dark Elf territory, then preserve those Dark Elves as much as possible and send them to the Reincarnation Factory. The Dark Elves seem to have a forbidden reproductive technology, which can be used for technical supplementation later, and by the way, add some people for us."

"The Tenth Army will assist the Lizardmen in fighting the demons, while the Eleventh and Twelfth Armies will go to the south and the Nehekhara plains to assist the Tomb Kings and the local Skaven in fighting. Although they have various problems, their preservation will help the progress of our next phase of the plan. These people will become excellent vanguard armies, fighting other scattered demons for us and protecting the main nodes from being destroyed."

"The Thirteenth Army will be led entirely by the soulless; you will suppress the entire Cathay and the surroundings of the Long Tooth Road all the way. You can do it, because those demons won't dare to launch any attacks against you at all."

"I will manifest the specific plan in everyone's brains; you don't need to think too much, just follow my orders."

"This world cannot stop us, not even the gods."

Looking at the Antarctic Pivot, which had once again erupted with flashing light, and the grotesque, colorful appearance of the sky, Li Ang's smile began to look somewhat terrifying to the demons.

Dragged off to drink all night again, listening to them brag about stories from my childhood, dozens of bottles of green-labeled beer. Luckily I woke up early, rushed to finish a chapter, really sorry.

(End of chapter)