Chapter 18: Chivalrous Expedition!

The ocean is gradually turning blue, and the world's transformation continues.

Dozens of ships, adorned with countless garlands and ribbons of blessing, as if they had walked out of a knight's fairy tale, are sailing on an ocean fundamentally different from the legends.

In the legends of the Knight of the Kingdom, this sea area near the Arctic should be filled with sinister Magic and raging storms. The Winds of Magic of the Chaos Wasteland blow all material structures into chaotic collapse, with countless unnatural phenomena occurring one after another.

If one were to follow the records, the Chivalrous Expedition team at this time should be facing roaring giant waves over ten meters high, with countless flashes of lightning and thunder and vicious beasts of the ocean forming a tight defensive line. To pass through such a supernatural barrier, one could only advance step by step through the Norscan outposts along the way.

Utilizing the blood and supplies of the Norscans to continue their great Chivalrous Expedition has been the rule for a long time.

The Norscans rob them, so they can naturally rob them back.

But now, Sir Joshua looks at the azure seawater and thinks of his navigator's terrified description from yesterday.

"A giant tore through the sky of the Chaos Wasteland! I could see it, the Goddess's token is in the giant's hands! He tore apart the earth and the sky, destroying all Magic!"

"That is an unknowable monster born from the void! He is going to destroy us all! I can see this future!"

"The Goddess's Holy Grail is going to be defiled! It is going to be insulted!"

Although halfway through, Sir Joshua was so enraged that he dared to insult the Goddess's Holy Grail that he directly chopped off his head. But looking at it now, that navigator could not be said to be wrong.

In the Chaos region, what is needed are specialized navigators with a keen grasp of the Winds of Magic, and the messages sent by navigators are often some special omen.

This kind of omen is very likely some kind of hint, only the navigator himself could not distinguish it.

Just like now, everyone can feel the throbbing in their blood brought by the Holy Grail.

That concept and rhetoric of a giant is just a metaphor; perhaps the Holy Grail is in the hands of the Norscans, but because of the Holy Grail's own sanctity, it triggered an aura that led them to pursue it.

After all, even a massive fiend like the Undead Mage Sandro, who almost managed to Destroy the World, could not successfully destroy the Holy Grail, only adding some seals before enshrining it. No one would believe that the Norscans had done anything.

If it weren't for that group of Norscans going too far, there wouldn't even be two Chivalrous Expedition fleets.

After all, it is not the first time dealing with Norsca.

If they really couldn't survive, the chivalrous knights wouldn't go too far. They usually just cut off the armed hands of adult males and then give the women and children food and gold in exchange for the holy relics.

It has been this way for hundreds of years. It is only because the Goddess's Holy Grail is too precious, and the seal seems to show signs of being lifted, that they were summoned by the Goddess in their dreams and came in response.

And very soon, that emerald green pillar of light proved that their judgment was not wrong.

The Goddess is indeed calling to them.

That appearance is clearly the Holy Grail with the seal already lifted, possessing infinite power and calling out to the knights of the kingdom.

"Sir, our fleet currently has not suffered much loss, and those serfs are wanting to go home. I fear their faith in the Goddess is not enough to persist until we reach our destination."

"Speak plainly."

"A rebellion occurred in the lower decks, Sir."

Wearing a suit of gaudy, large armor, the knight who walked into the captain's cabin said in a low voice:

"They resist being too far from their homeland and claim they have been deceived. They thought the journey would only take a day or two, but we have been tracking the Norscans for over two weeks. Therefore, the serfs in the lower decks have rebelled."

"I told you to keep it simple; you can just summarize such trivial matters."

Wiping the well-preserved seventh-place medal from the knight tournament in the captain's cabin, Sir Joshua glanced at his servant with some impatience. "I didn't bring you by my side to learn how to haggle like those serfs. Those serfs are just a group of short-lived slaves; protecting them is our duty and mission, but that does not mean we have to understand their actions. Just state the result."

"We killed fourteen serfs after handling the rebellion and locked some disobedient serfs in the bottom of the ship. Will this cause any problems?"

"No."

Sir Joshua put on his medal, picked up the garland and ribbon to hang on his body, and said earnestly:

"Those slaves are just animals without minds that need our guidance. As long as the ringleaders are killed, the remaining serfs will naturally be obedient. Do not have too much pity; we are knights, existences striving for glory.

These serfs are necessary property. Since they claimed to follow the Goddess's footsteps, they should naturally be brought to the field. But if their faith is not firm, then killing and discarding them is fine. Would you spend currency that has been stained with feces?

We are knights, not merchants, remember that."

"I understand, Uncle."

"Call me Sir. Now go out and announce that we are about to dock. Find a messenger to notify them that we will soon be able to kill those Norscans and take our things home."

"Yes, Sir."

The young man dressed in gaudy finery nodded and quickly walked out with his head lowered.

"For the Goddess's Holy Grail, we will launch a Chivalrous Expedition against those bandits in the Arctic! — Yes, just say that."

After coughing twice in the captain's cabin and clearing his throat, Joshua waited for a moment and then walked out of the captain's cabin.

Just as expected, countless knights were looking at this leader.

"Compatriots, companions! We have now arrived at the end of the world!"

"We are going to launch a Chivalrous Expedition against those despicable and shameless Norscans; we will destroy their home and take the glory we deserve!"

"We will surely—"

Just as Joshua was speaking passionately, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

For some reason, everyone's gaze was no longer on him, but passed over his body to look behind him. That gaze carried unspeakable horror and panic, as if they had seen the embodiment of some nightmare.

And subconsciously, Sir Joshua turned around to look behind him.

And then he saw.

He saw the team standing at the edge of the coast.

Those Norscans, as well as some ordinary slaves who were once residents of the kingdom, and a pair of eyes that seemed to want to collapse the sky.

The spiral eyes carried a shining light, and everything engraved in that gaze was almost enough to destroy their will.

"Welcome, my newest compatriots."

The voice, whose tone could not be discerned but whose feeling was clear, rang in everyone's minds.

"My new residents, welcome to the Landing Site."

(End of chapter)