Chapter 83: Torchlight

A very small number, a tiny few Sea Elves who were maintaining the Aether Sea above the sea level and standing guard, witnessed that unimaginable scene. They watched with their own eyes the moment the power of the Subspace completely descended into reality.

That pure black tower, which could not possibly have been built by humans, was fused together by ingenious structures. The exterior of that massive black tower did not have a single trace of a seam, but the interior had long been filled with countless Runes and Brands. This was an architectural Wonder that only Subspace creatures, those capable of penetrating matter, could create.

And when the last piece of black iron ore was successfully smelted and fitted seamlessly onto the black tower, the resonant beacon began to emerge within the Subspace. The signal of the Psionic Beacon began to resonate with the World Scar, like an eye hanging high in the sky, or like a sun illuminating all things; the white-gold light swept across thousands of miles of land in the blink of an eye, lighting up the ocean until it was completely transparent.

Whether it was the Aether Sea, the tombs hidden deep in the ocean, or those other races on the seabed, all were deeply shocked by this terrifying scene. Compared to the World Scar, which was originally thought to be a natural phenomenon, this was something that could only be achieved by human will.

Amidst the terrifying and horrified screams of those populations, a thin line slowly extended from the center of the Psychic Torch that had bloomed in the white-gold sky, and a massive structure resembling an eyeball was revealed within.

Terror, shock, fear.

There was no sound, nor any other manifestation; merely the interplay of light and shadow in the sky was enough to cause a horrifying result that no one could comprehend.

Even the crowds on Albion Island who were about to go to sleep were shocked by the light in the sky, walking out of their homes one after another, pointing at the luminous firmament, and praying to the Lady of the Lake or the dark gods to protect their lives and not let this destruction descend upon the world.

The moment the Psychic Torch was lit, it was as if a flashbang had been detonated on every magic map.

A massive blaze of light shone brilliantly at the northernmost end of the Old World. That irresistible beacon signal made both the ancient, long-standing populations and the newly risen Underground Empire stare with wide, shocked eyes, feeling the terrifying pressure emanating from the depths of the Subspace.

"You have completed the construction of the World Wonder: Great Lighthouse (Magic)!"

"The torch of Tartarus has been lit. It is slightly unstable at the beginning, but it will enter a stable phase shortly; please do not interfere too much."

"The effect of Tartarus has been activated! Within your faction's range, all ships will receive the guidance and assistance of the Psychic Torch! Your understanding of the power of the Subspace has progressed by another level! Please note, your current Wonder construction has been discovered by many races!"

"Your population prestige has increased! Your national prestige is now 21."

"If your population were to disappear from the history of the world in the next moment, people would still clearly record that the night of this day turned pure white because of your great power. The world-class event known as White Day will be bound to your Wonder and civilization! You will also be known as the Lord of White Day!"

"..."

Success; this was a matter of course.

Watching the Psionic Beacon, which had colluded with the World Scar in the sky and finally slowly merged with it, looking as if it were opening an eye, Li Ang breathed a sigh of relief, feeling happy for his own supreme wisdom.

He had not originally intended to merge them directly, as there might have been some unexpected risks during operation if merged directly. However, after fully grasping the technology of the Psionic Beacon and Stonehenge, Li Ang discovered that the two could perfectly complement each other, and merging them was not too difficult a problem. Compared to the initial magic consumption, the consumption requirement of the current Psionic Beacon had become only half of the original.

But the price paid was that Stonehenge could no longer produce magic, nor could it increase magic output by adding people. This point was not very important; he could just replace it with the Maze of Tzeentch.

Of course, Li Ang had never forgotten the most important thing. In the radiance of Tartarus, all the Aether Sea fog of the Sea Elves had nowhere to hide. The distant ocean was no different from being completely transparent to Li Ang. At a glance, from deep-sea ruins to shipwrecks, and then to those hiding Sea Elf legions, everything was in full view.

"I do not wish to commit too much slaughter, Sea Elves. I am giving you one last warning; your actions have completely enraged me. My patience is limited. Your repeated provocations have caused great trauma to my dignity and my people.

Now, lay down all your weapons, bind your own hands and feet, and come before me to submit to me, and I may still give you a chance to live together. Otherwise, only death awaits you.

I give you a quarter of an hour to make your choice; you may choose your future."

The power of the psionic energy vibrated in everyone's ears, and the terrifying voice was precisely transmitted into the mind of every Sea Elf.

Although the distance was truly too far, and without the assistance of Stonehenge, Li Ang could not unleash the power to destroy all the Sea Elves, it was no problem to initiate a broadcast like this.

In Li Ang's vision, the moment his voice was conveyed, all the Sea Elves suddenly erupted into a commotion. From an overlooking perspective, those Sea Elves' twisted and ugly bodies seemed to harbor some strange thoughts; they quarreled and had brief conflicts among themselves.

Very quickly, these so-called quarrels and bloody conflicts had a result.

Some individuals who looked older and appeared more composed were killed by the younger individuals. The remaining Sea Elves all had fierce glares in their eyes, glaring in Li Ang's direction, and gestured with throat-slitting and death-battle poses.

In the social structure of the Sea Elves, those who could enter the Kingdom Guard were either the offspring of the powerful or potential candidates with outstanding military exploits and high prestige. Their deaths were equivalent to the future of all Sea Elves being buried. National hatred and family vendettas gathered together, ultimately resulting in the complete anger and rebellion of the young.

They did not care about any future at all; all they could see before them was their uncles, their fathers, and their family members performing ridiculous actions in the waves on the ocean filled with brilliant golden light.

Of course, in Li Ang's eyes, these Sea Elves were also finished.

"... It seems you do not like my mercy; then, accept my wrath."

(End of chapter)