Chapter 63: My Subjects, My Love (Please Follow!!)

This is very wrong, but I don't know where it is wrong.

Standing on the beach and looking up at the World Scar that seemed like a heavenly flood pouring backward, Edward only felt his brain somewhat muddled.

It was as if he had drunk very strong liquor; Edward always felt that his life during this period was like falling into a fog, as if everything had already passed in a trance, and yet as if nothing had passed.

For this Chivalrous Expedition, the players' initial definition was just to come and fish for side gains; to put it bluntly, it was to bolster the momentum and make the people of Bretonnia realize that the players were on their side. This was to build a foundation of reputation for Hope City near Norsca and Kislev, at least to make the people of Bretonnia acknowledge the existence of Hope City.

For the players, putting together such a Chivalrous Expedition Fleet was not a difficult task in the Old World.

It could even be said that the existence of this fleet, and even its depletion, were necessary. Building ships without Magic protection was not a problem even for players, but the players had to prove they had the ability and determination to get things done.

After all, the main fleet was in the third expedition fleet departing from the Kislev seaport; it was said to be for conquering the Broken Lands, but in reality, it was for surveying the landmarks and resources of the Norsca Peninsula, planning for the future of the players. You couldn't say that the front was fighting happily while you were stealing other people's things in the back without paying any price.

This was a transaction, a signal. The players' true goal was never to be a dog for some faction, but to find their own homeland through the cracks. This was also why they valued the Norsca geographical information provided by Li Ang so much.

As for the Chivalrous Expedition, whether it succeeded or failed, it didn't have much significance for the players. Success was naturally a good thing, and if it didn't succeed, they still had to show heroic fighting, at least to earn some impression points.

But now, Edward looked at the pier that had begun to be built in front of him, as well as the lush high mountains and the flat plain pass, and always had an inexplicable feeling.

He seemed to have done something wrong, but he himself had no idea what exactly he had done wrong.

There was just such a feeling, a kind of confusion constantly spreading in the bottom of his heart.

And just at this moment, an intimate voice dispelled the confusion that was constantly extending in his heart.

"What's wrong? My dear Edward? Is it because you feel a bit shocked seeing the World Scar?"

"No, it's just that I feel, it seems a bit not quite right..."

"Of course. We have already knocked on the door, and the master here has not had any reaction yet; this is of course not right. This is not that monster's personality."

A fair arm rested on Edward's shoulder, and a handsome face leaned over from behind. Joshua's dazzling face looked at Edward with some pity, and then looked forward.

Although he was asking Edward, in reality, his purple eyes never looked at Edward, who had grown into a red-haired beauty, even once. He just scanned the beach where ships had begun to land one after another, and where they had begun to set up camps and defensive perimeters, somewhat nervously.

Joshua was just corrupted, not amnesiac. He still remembered the way that terrifying wizard stood there.

Those spiral-like crazy eyes, the ability to drill into the brain and make people understand words, and that crazy theory of love and the ease when sending him back, Joshua remembered them all.

But now, he had brought an entire fleet back. The Mage Attendants began to set up warning traps around the camp, and even the entangled men and women briefly abandoned sensory stimulation, trying hard to curb their desires for the game of the Supreme God, checking the camp and using secret arts to distort the area.

However, where was that Witch King now?

Did he run away in fear?

Purple eyes scanned everything in front of him, and Joshua looked suspicious. However, the next moment, his vision suddenly became blurry.

"No? I have been here for a while. It's just that you have been ignoring me."

"?!"

A voice suddenly rang in Joshua's mind.

It was as if by instinct, and as if the merciful Prince of Pleasure had once again bestowed upon him brand-new power, his gaze seemed to pierce through some special spatial structure and see the location of that wizard.

Right in front of all the expeditionary forces.

He hadn't changed at all.

Wearing a white robe, he stood in the very center of the pass with a kind and merciful face. There wasn't even a single person around him; only he stood there alone. But just looking at the way the man stood there, Joshua's brain marrow began to sound alarms crazily.

It seemed that being seen was some kind of curse, some kind of infection. The moment Joshua saw it, everyone seemed to have broken through the confusion, one after another removing the cognitive defects in their minds, and let out exclamations as they looked at the man who was sitting upright in the center of the pass, as if floating in the air.

"Who is that?!"

"Is that the blasphemous wizard?"

"When has he been staying there? How come we didn't see anything?"

Exclamations broke out in various camps, and then these warriors, who had experienced the Sea Elf campaign and developed preliminary coordination and training characteristics, each took their weapons and set up shield walls.

And on the ocean, those archers, ballistae, and cannons blessed or cursed by various holy spirits or monsters also turned their directions, aiming at the white-robed wizard who looked thin and powerless, and looked like he had no danger. A warning was being issued in each of their minds.

Do not look into his eyes.

Do not think about his words in detail.

Only by correctly opposing him can you survive.

The voice in their minds told them so.

"Then, my future subjects, good morning, I am your lord, Li Ang."

A gentle voice that everyone could understand appeared in their minds. That terrifying sense of oppression even made people have a certain substantial illusion, causing some people with weak wills to kneel down instinctively.

"Although you running dogs fight among yourselves constantly, I cannot relax my vigilance. After all, I have my kingdom. My Knights are fighting in the Chaos Wasteland, and my subjects are also protecting their homeland without fear of death. My fortress is standing on the border, intercepting all demons."

"So there is only me here. Of course, I am here to persuade you to surrender. Because I truly love every one of you; I regard everyone in this world as a treasure. If possible, I hope no one will die."

"If you can accept it, please tell me in your heart; I can feel everything about you."

"..."

"Hmm, the first negotiation failed? It's not very surprising. But look at this, you can consider it. I did not lie; I will save you from suffering."

Looking at the silence, with only a forest of swords and guns aimed at his beachhead position, Li Ang sighed dotingly as if he had no choice, and reached out to snap his fingers.

"Come out, my servant, my claw. Come and see the ugly posture of your former comrades."

A voice full of pity and love echoed in the firmament, and infinite light emerged on the earth.

Once again, once again, the feeling of something shattering flickered and jumped in front of everyone. Invisible cognition and the barrier of the world broke in front of everyone, letting the contents inside slowly fall to the ground.

That huge, several-meter-tall behemoth was pale all over, and where there were once scales and bat wings were streaks of white-gray like ashes. But this strange monster was still alive. This curled-up giant slowly unfolded its limbs and raised its head under the blowing of the warm sea breeze.

That pale thing that was once a Knight slowly stretched out its rugged, deformed palm, and said to the position with a hoarse voice:

"Jo... shu... a..."

"Save... save... me..."

"..."

Looking at that familiar face, an uncontrollable, immense sense of fear almost instantly swept through the entire Chivalrous Expedition Fleet.

(End of this chapter)