Lords: From Civilization to the Stars.

Chapter 117: Being your enemy? It's a big plan to be my enemy ( words!)

Black snowflakes fluttered down from the sky, leaving black marks on people's palms.

“…It’s really tragic.”

Observing a burning building, Louis couldn't help but sigh.

The Antarctic War, which was like a war in heaven, has been going on for nearly half a month. The shocking battle between the Negative Stars and the Chaos Forces has even left deep wounds on the Antarctic continent.

The pale golden curtain fluttered in the sky, looking like an elderly man struggling to survive, breathing hard, trying to keep his body from breaking. Countless rays of light representing chaos were rubbing against each other in the sky, forming a brilliant but short-lived aurora.

Standing on the ruins of the Antarctic Fulcrum, Louis, a player reporter, frowned as he looked at everything in front of him.

The players and the Negative Stars finally survived this new round of struggle, but a huge crack appeared in the curtain that covered the entire edge of the Antarctic continent.

The use of psychic energy once again became a dangerous move, and the players could only use a clumsy method to send some supplies from the elves' Dawn Fortress to fill and replenish. And this time, to be honest, the situation also caused a huge impact among the players.

The previous Chivalrous Expedition was a war that players could understand, but the Antarctic Fulcrum War has reached a level that players cannot understand.

Spraying Chaos poison fire, Warp rifts formed by iron filings from the Sword of Khorne that fell from the sky appeared all over the Antarctic continent, constantly spitting out vicious curses in reality. Countless demons organized into groups and attacked the remaining star fortresses of the players.

From a large-scale strategic perspective, Antarctica is no longer the demons' backyard. Their terrifying targeted enchantment has completely collapsed. Now Antarctica is just a continent with low temperatures, but there are many ways to transform life. Countless demons were completely destroyed in that impact, and the dazzling golden scars even brushed the edge of the Antarctic continent, burning with blazing flames.

"...That is called the Holy Fire Wall. The demons don't dare to cross it."

A young male voice sounded from behind reporter Louis.

A gentleman-looking man wearing leather armor was pushing his crystal glasses. He was also standing on the ruins, looking at the broken Antarctic fulcrum in front of him with emotion.

Just a while ago, this place was still a thriving landscape. Countless ribbons of praise from the Lord of the Negative Stars fell from the sky, and the light golden light enveloped the entire Antarctic continent, dyeing everyone's eyes with a touch of gorgeous gold. The players even felt proud of it and did their best to maintain the operation of the continent.

In a short period of time, the Antarctic Fulcrum was built into a large city that was no less than Hope City. This was certainly due to the great power of the Negative Stars, but those grassroots players and those who did not land on Albion Island also contributed a lot. The official forces were deeply stuck in Hope City, while the large forces were fighting each other on Albion Island. Now the Antarctic Continent was their hope.

But this hope was turned into despair in the blink of an eye. As far as the eye could see, the once prosperous commercial streets and various blocks were only left with ruins, and the devil's poisonous fire was still burning in the city.

The curse of the warp made the repair work difficult to continue. From time to time, hidden demons would appear and attack the production safety teams, causing dozens or hundreds of deaths before escaping. The war inside the Antarctic Fulcrum almost destroyed all the players' mechanisms and sense of security.

The players who are still here are more or less confused in their relationships.

They blindly believed that after being suppressed, the Negative Stars would definitely be the leaders who would lead them to a better era. However, the war that was beyond imagination shattered the filters in the players' hearts.

The Negative Stars still won, and the great Lord of the Negative Stars even left a huge scar on the earth to prove his power. Countless demons did not dare to really capture the fortress occupied by the Pale Army, and could only vent their anger on the players. But the problem is that the players are the ones who have paid the most.

Now, looking at the scars and charred charcoal on the ground, and some players walking numbly in the ruins, sobbing from time to time, they finally realized that this world is not the playground they imagined where they would work hard and never complain. This world is full of terror and enemies. Their years of savings in the game, their efforts and struggles in this world, are likely to disappear after a period of time.

"There is still hope. The Negative Stars are still transporting money and supplies. They have no intention of giving up this place. New battle lines and towers have also been erected, but the problem lies on our side."

Beside Louis, the outgoing man sighed as he looked at the city which was still in ruins half a month later, and picked up a piece of black carbonized wood from the ruins under his feet.

The seemingly worthless piece of wood was lying there peacefully. But when it was in the man's hand, it suddenly burst into a dark red flame, uttered a curse, and disappeared. Only a burnt mark and a handful of ashes were left in the man's hand.

As if the burning palm did not belong to him, the man sighed and reached out to Louis with his other hand.

"Hello, war correspondent Louis. I am Matthew from the Player Neutral Organization Observer. I know you, a busy man who came here from Kalimdor. It was really hard for you to pass through the Realm Glacier, but unfortunately, even if you come to the Old World, nothing good will happen."

“…I haven’t seen anything good in this whole time.”

Looking at the man who was sending friendly messages, Louis looked at his palm suspiciously, and finally reached out his hand and shook it as if giving up, then stood up and looked at the chaotic ruins.

"Currently, 80% of all players have asked the original organizers to return the lost supplies, but this is impossible. The supplies destroyed in this war have reached an astronomical figure, and the player organization cannot go looking for the negative star people to ask for supplies. For them, this is daily life..."

Yes, this is daily life in the old world.

Looking at those non-player NPCs, no, it should be said that they were the indigenous people, who were dragging out charred corpses from the house with numb faces, and then throwing them into the fire outside for secondary burning in an orderly manner, Louis always felt that something in his heart was dying.

This is what the old world really looks like. The players in the past lived too easily. They didn't leave any traces in this world, nor did they really work hard to live in this world. They just came here to have fun, just to enjoy this kind of life, hoping to get the excitement that doesn't exist in the real world.

But now, with the official failure and the big companies and forces fighting for it on the island of Albion, some slow-witted players have begun to realize that this world may be of great use.

So they set out on their journey to Antarctica with great enthusiasm, and finally faced the truth of this world.

The old world was always full of intrigue and bloodshed.

Even the natives who were dragging the dead bodies did not show any surprise on their faces. They were just sad about the death of their loved ones and angry about the surroundings. There was no sense of sudden surprise at all.

This is daily life, this is part of life. Players finally realized how lucky they were to meet the Negative Stars. They also finally realized what those interesting looking demons meant to the world.

"It's embarrassing to say that I didn't feel like I was truly living in this world until now. Because I invested my time and life in this, and suffered an irresistible loss."

Matthew jumped among the ruins and soon jumped down from the wreckage that was several meters high.

The burned palm gradually began to heal, showing an inhumanly rapid healing ability. Louis saw it and knew which god the guy with the golden light on the back of his hand belonged to.

The Lord of the Star Bearers.

Although this mysterious being claims that he is not a god and shows a considerable degree of preference and acceptance for players, there is countless evidence that is enough to prove that the Lord of Negative Stars is a mad god walking in this world.

Judging from the information and data compiled by players over the years, combined with the recently known truth about Chaos and some historical records provided by the Negative Stars, players on the forum believe that the Lord of the Negative Stars is likely to be the opposite of rationality and construction, and is the most powerful dark god in charge of madness and destruction.

He can live in reality and create soulless beings that can only appear at the end of the world. He also has a morbid hatred for the creatures of the warp, and even has a friendly attitude towards players, who are completely visitors from another world. All these contradictory behaviors and his habits make players who have decomposed the positive and negative meanings of other Chaos Gods think that they have found the true body of the Lord of Negative Stars.

Many players on the Chaos side believe that the Lord of Negative Stars probably represents destruction itself. It means that the world has completely come to an end and is a symbol of the beginning of the final reckoning.

So for everyone's benefit, we must resist this monster and not let destruction spread.

However, this kind of thing is just talk, and players don't actually believe it.

"The composite fortress built by the Negative Stars did work, but the demons were indeed stronger than we expected. Normally, we should be waiting at the South Pole fulcrum to jump into the sea, but the Negative Stars' fortress temporarily added a layer in the player area to help us resist the demons."

"So no matter what those scums of the warp say, we can still tell who is good to us. The Negative Stars did not choose to leave, but continued to support the construction of the South Pole Fulcrum."

"At the same time, he is helping us fight against Chaos and enemies in Albion Island and Hope City. Even if he is an enemy, we have to wait until he betrays us, right?"

"…This is your one-sided statement, but I will record it."

Louis looked at the man whose hand had completely healed and seemed to have returned to its original state, and gave his answer carefully.

As a new type of profession, Louis has always valued his professional qualities. He has no special talents, but he is brave and can endure hardships. So this kind of war correspondent is the most suitable for him. There is no need to exaggerate anything, just tell the truth. But you must not sensationalize.

If war correspondents have their own choices and orientations, and are able to report these events, in an era where everyone can be a war correspondent, his disappearance is almost inevitable.

So Louis didn't intend to just listen to what this man said, but to listen selectively.

but……

Looking at the charred houses around him, and even the human figures inside, with only shadows of charcoal and ashes left, Louis couldn't help but frown.

Even players will suffer the pain they deserve. For their own selfish desires, the Chaos players leaked the news to the demons, causing chaos in the entire Antarctic fulcrum and even causing changes in the sky, making the entire Antarctic continent instantly uninhabitable. No normal player would accept such a thing.

Even in reality, many players have begun issuing private hunting warrants.

Although the law does not stipulate what kind of punishment there will be for reporting demons in another world, and the official attitude towards demons is somewhat ambiguous, the players' anger must be vented.

In the final analysis, what laws can determine and what laws are binding on this other world is still completely uncertain. No one knows what the future will look like, and no one knows what logic is behind this wonderful world. Everyone is taking it one step at a time.

When this kind of order collapses, people tend to choose the most primitive way.

Since you destroyed my home, I will kill you.

"...The Negative Star Sect is looking for those Chaos players in a private capacity. They claim to be talking to them, but in fact they are wanted. This behavior is seriously out of line, don't you think?"

"I'm a daily person, Louis reporter. You shouldn't ask me about this kind of thing."

Matthew shrugged as he looked at Louis who was trying to remain neutral. Only the charcoal under their feet made a barely audible scream.

"As long as I can survive, having superpowers is better than anything else. What you should ask are those players who destroyed the entire construction of Antarctica for their own selfish desires, and even boasted on the forum that they would help Chaos destroy the Negative Stars."

"They also have the right to choose. Players are free. Whether they are on the Chaos side or the Negative Star side, they have the right to choose their own side."

"..."

Walking on the coke-covered road, Matthew stood still, then turned around and looked at the reporter Louis, who was looking a little evasive. Then he smiled with some pity and gently patted his shoulder.

"Are you trying to find excuses to convince yourself, Reporter Louis? I know that as a reporter you have to be neutral and objective, but that's often impossible. This isn't a question of a reporter's professionalism, but often, you just can't do it. There's really no way you can do it."

"You are insulting my professionalism!"

As a former unemployed man who now survives as a game war correspondent, Louis blushed and growled in a low voice:
"As a journalist, I cannot just read out a certain news unilaterally! I will definitely maintain my neutral attitude and abide by my professional code. This is my way of survival! I want you to take back your words immediately!"

"I'm sorry, I'm not making fun of you, Mr. Louis. But looking at what they did, no human being would tolerate it. You didn't see their actions, otherwise you wouldn't be able to remain neutral."

Walking on the ash-covered road, Matthew looked at the angry reporter Louis beside him and suddenly said softly:

“What if I say that this was originally a neighborhood where the Negative Stars protected women and children?”

"...?"

"This was once the best-protected long street in the Antarctic Fulcrum, with dozens of hotels and buildings inside. At the beginning of the war, it was guarded as a women and children's sanctuary."

Walking on the charcoal-covered streets, Matthew looked at the surrounding areas that were collapsing and falling apart, and the areas that remained destroyed in the black snow, and spoke softly like a dream. His eyes were looking at a distant place, which was a golden curtain that blocked all the fire and suffering.

The Negative Stars planned the block system at the very beginning and required players to continue the block defense plan as much as possible.

These golden curtains hanging from the sky will act like a veil, blocking the chaos pollution and space transmission that broke out in an area within this block. However, because the consumption is too great, the players are unable to maintain it, so such block barriers only exist in this core area.

This was once the patron saint trusted by all players. However, what made all players angry and even willing to make him pay the price in reality was that this protection was destroyed.

"I know players have the right to choose, but I just don't understand it. I don't understand why they do this."

Looking at the area around him that had been burned into black, Matthew looked at Louis and said softly:
"In order to get promoted, the Chaos players performed a magic summoning ritual here, killing everything here. Thousands of women and children died. What would you think?"

"That night was a mess. The Negative Star's portal exploded after being interfered with by the Chaos players. The overloaded psychic made the psychic suppression devices in the surrounding blocks ineffective. And then? Those scum kept casting spells, causing demons to appear and destroying our homes. They are just a bunch of beasts who enjoy destroying other people's lives and the world."

"Especially when you are outside and watching the barriers being raised in this protected area, and you can only watch the artillery fire bombarding the demons inside, and watching those demons slaughter women and children while you are powerless to do anything, what would you think? Maybe you are stepping on the body of a great mother who is protecting her children?"

"!!!"

"So I have been very restrained, reporter Louis. Let's talk while we walk."

Looking at reporter Louis who jumped up as if he had been electrocuted with a look of shock on his face, Matthew smiled and continued walking on the land full of charcoal and ruins.

But if you walk a little further, you can still see some other shadows. Some of the natives are digging a handful of dirt with dull eyes, or simply fall to the ground, buried in the black snow like corpses. These people who have lost hope of survival look at the destroyed streets numbly, unable to make a sound.

They were even the later batch. Some of the earliest batch even committed suicide directly at the street corner, and some chose to jump into the cold sea.

When their careers and lives were interrupted at the peak of their careers, and their wives and children all died, some people lost the courage to live. And many of the rest are just like the walking dead, living numbly.

However, looking at those dazed natives, Matthew offered another perspective.

"But this war still has benefits." "Benefits? What benefits?"

“There are practical benefits.”

Looking at the men kneeling on the ground and crying, Matthew looked at Louis who couldn't bear it and said softly:

"In Antarctica, there are now more than 300,000 players directly participating in the war, and many players have even been injured and died multiple times. We have been in a peaceful world for too long and have not seen the cruelty of war for a long time. But now, the war from another world has taught us a painful lesson."

"The battlefield is not a toy, and our world is not as simple as a game. Your actions may not necessarily have good results. Countries around the world are now gradually maintaining anti-war thoughts. Isn't it?"

"If that were not the case, you would not have come here from Kalimdor."

Holding a half-burned steel chisel due to the mighty force of the subspace, Matthew looked at Louis who seemed a little bit unacceptable and expressed his thoughts seriously.

"War is a terrible thing. We built the legendary city with our own hands and constructed our own city-state with our own hands. In the flames of war, it was shattered like bubbles in the blink of an eye. Our hard work and all our wealth were burned into black smoke in the flames. Don't you think the war here is very educational?"

"…That's because the flames haven't reached us yet."

"It is because the flames did not burn us that more people woke up. We can't continue to fall apart like this. Perhaps with the abilities of the players, we can just understand each other."

Looking at the numb figures kneeling on the ground and the piles of tombstones without names nearby, Matthew's voice was filled with a thriving power.

"The resources on our home planet may only last for less than 50 years, but everyone is still fighting and killing each other for superficial and short-term interests. Our future was once bleak, but now with such a control group, perhaps we can welcome a better tomorrow."

"A better tomorrow... I hope so. Being able to start this war in the Old World may indeed be a good thing as you said. At least everything here is acceptable to the players."

"We have to work together, we have to build a better world here. These are the truths I want you to see."

Standing in an empty square with not many people, Matthew took the thoughtful Louis to a sculpture.

It was a small and delicate sculpture without much decoration.

It was just a simple sculpture of a mother holding her child, but underneath it was a sentence written in every language the old world and the players could find.

'They remember what Chaos did'

Black words, like wounds, were carved on the base of the sculpture. Bunches of white flowers were piled around it. Some players were silently mourning around the sculpture, then looked at Matthew and Louis, nodded, and walked towards the busy repair site in the distance.

And around it, there was a bloody body hanging. The body of a Chaos player who chose to commit suicide was hanging above, like some kind of mysterious ritual.

Perhaps in reality, this behavior could be called crazy and bloody, but somehow everyone thought it fit.

In the black blizzard and golden curtain, the mother holding the baby and the hideous corpse intertwined to form an absurd picture. But in this picture, no matter which individual, which organization, which person, tried hard to leave their mark in this world.

Whether it is good or bad, as I said at the beginning, Chaos players can indeed make the choices they want in this world. And players can naturally do what they want in this world.

Including directly hanging this chaotic bastard on a cross for eternal torture.

Game matters should be resolved by the game, and one thing at a time should be considered one thing at a time.

"Those Chaos players who cry on the forums that they are just playing games and that they just want to have fun will not tell you the truth about what is happening here. Their entertainment, their so-called fun, is this kind of thing. You ask me why I joined the Negative Stars? Because no matter what, we are human beings here."

Looking at the stiff body, Matthew sighed, took out a small white flower from his arms, and placed it in front of his mother's statue. Then he turned around and looked at the silent reporter Louis.

"Negative Star has never done anything to truly let us down, and has never truly hurt anyone. Except Chaos. At the beginning, we thought Chaos was innocent, but now I think Chaos must die."

"Even if it's just for the elderly, weak women and children who were killed on this street by those so-called players who were just having fun, I hope they get the punishment they deserve."

"They have done evil things but don't know it. They don't deserve to exist in this world."

Taking a deep breath, Matthew turned around, pointed his palm emitting golden runes at reporter Louis, and swore his oath with a sincere look.

"I know that as a war correspondent, you will definitely know where they are. I also know that they will cry out their innocence and look for so-called loopholes. They will say that this is just a game. Is it human to hurt yourself for the sake of an NPC? And so on."

"So I would like to ask reporter Louis to tell them that I will find them in my lifetime. Then I will kill them and smash everything they have to pieces. Let them taste the cruelest punishment in the world."

"If you ask why, according to them, it's just a game, why take it so seriously?"

"Killing you is also a game. You can't afford to play it, right?"

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"——I think you really can't afford to have fun, Lizardmen."

Looking at the mysterious individual in front of him, who looked like an enlarged lizard with almost no anthropomorphic structure and could become invisible through talent, Leon let out a helpless sigh.

Lizardmen, servants of the Ancients, the most loyal servants.

When other races had no idea what they were, the Lizardmen were created as servants and assistants to help implement the Old Ones' plan.

To be honest, Leon really thinks this is just a lie by the lizard man to flatter himself. You say you are a deputy and a servant, will the ancient saint's machine respond if you call it? You say you have a big plan, and you always serve the big plan, so can you tell me what the big plan is?

Although it was the first time that he had actually come into contact with the lizardmen, under the Phoenix King Oliver's unremitting efforts to sell out his country, Leon basically knew everything the elves knew. Regarding this arrogant and conceited group with a certain sense of superiority, Leon had a lot of things to say, but he didn't know how to say them out loud.

Because there are too many things to complain about the Lizardmen. Although fighting against Chaos is indeed a good thing, and there is nothing better than this, these are Lizardmen.

The lizard man just came up and said, "You have ruined the ancient saint's grand plan," and then wanted to kill Leon himself.

What's going on? How did I ruin the grand plan? Could your grand plan have predicted a time traveler like me? You ancient saint are great, can you explain why you didn't leave any detailed information?

If you have a language to speak, I can handle everything. Do I have to work so hard in Antarctica to use magic to force technology? Thinking of this, Li Ang was a little angry when he looked at the arrogant lizard man in front of him. He didn't even ask what was going on, why did the lizard man come to his door?
Were you watching me when I hit Antarctica? Why were you just watching?

"I've had enough. I'm fed up with you scum. Can't you understand my pain? I don't want to deal with you at all. Chaos or so-called order, your grand plan is even more shit to me. I just want to carry out my plan here, do you understand?"

"A big plan...cannot afford to fail!"

Under the terrifying psychic containment, the chameleon lizard man kept struggling, like a fish drowning in mid-air.

Possibly on the ground, looking at its amazing jumping ability and swiftly waving claws, this large lizard could very likely leap several meters or even more than ten meters in an instant, beheading any living creature in the blink of an eye, or directly executing it with a blowgun dart from a distance.

But he was in mid-air, and no matter how hard he struggled, there was no place to gain leverage. His lung structure was also restrained by the invisible spiritual energy, and he was forcibly suspended in mid-air, maintaining a half-dead state.

"You... are the destabilizing factor that sabotages the grand plan! In Antarctica, you destroyed the legacy of the Ancient Saints! You must be wiped out!"

"Destroyed the legacy of the Old Ones? I have to say you have me to thank! If I hadn't closed that damn portal, would you have known that there was a legacy of the Old Ones inside? And I also know that this thing has been transmitting information out. This thing is a monitoring hub, and the control console and anti-gravity module are in your place, right?"

Looking at the big lizard that kept silent and just flapped its wings in the air, Leon felt himself becoming more and more exhausted.

This thing wasn't even the first assassin to come up.

Two days after Leon returned to Antarctica, several strange lizardmen came to the territory. Because they were armed and attacked without saying a word, Leon crushed them to death.

As a result, something very strange happened after this was crushed to death, because the lizard man did not send any hostile signals to Leon! According to common sense, if an entire large force is really provoked or something, there will definitely be various counterattacks and hostile messages.

But there is absolutely no such thing as crushing these lizardmen to death. This kind of thing is a bit weird and strange.

That's why Leon restrained the lizard man and interrogated him.

However, just as the most pessimistic expectations, these cold-blooded monsters did not show any tendency or direction to communicate, but only talked about their own grand plans and the so-called ancient saints.

What did the ancient saints say? If you really have a prophecy of a grand plan, how could the elves not know about it? But the elves have clearly recorded that the ancient saints were basically good guys who left for some unknown reason after tossing around, and then the planet was closed. These people didn't say anything either, where did your grand plan come from?

You can’t say that your family holds the right to interpret all the words of the ancient saints, can you?

"I have no interest in your red tape and so-called grand plans, and I don't bother hiding my thoughts and my actions. I want to get out. I want to get off this planet."

"The planetary shield is also part of the grand plan! How dare you destroy the arrangements left by the ancient saints!"

"If the ancient saint you mentioned could really predict my arrival and appearance, he should also know that I would definitely smash the planet's shield to pieces. And you know very well that I am afraid I can really do it. And I will do it at all costs."

Looking at the lizardman flapping his arms and legs in the air, Leon sighed tiredly.

"You call yourselves the descendants of the ancient saints, and then you threaten me here? I am your enemy? It is your grand plan that is my enemy! Have you ever repaired any of the creations of the ancient saints in all this time? Can you recreate this miracle?"

He stomped his feet, and a clear and crisp sound came from the entire observatory, as if in line with Li Ang's will.

As long as they were controlled by Leon's power, even the legacy of the Ancient Saints would bow down and even respond to his actions. But the Lizardmen obviously didn't know about this, they just watched the creations of the Ancient Saints react strongly to Leon's will, as if they were submitting.

The sight of a stranger using something left behind by his master, and the stranger using it even better than his own, almost made the lizard man's eyes spit fire.

According to common sense, lizardmen are a calm and cold-blooded species, but Leon felt strong emotions from the lizardmen in front of him, and even some magical powers.

Being able to bring out magical power from an indifferent lizardman, I'm afraid even the Elf King can't do this.

But this is not good news for Li Ang.

This means that this thing didn't believe him at all, but was determined to kill him.

Li Ang himself wanted to grit his teeth and stomp his feet to teach the lizard man a lesson. However, some descriptions of the lizard man made Li Ang hesitate for a long time.

Anti-gravity modules, floating units, and many other legacies of the ancient saints inherited by the lizardmen. If these things were converted, it might be a little difficult to fight the guys on his planet. But since the lizardmen were not directly considered hostile units, Li Ang thought that the two sides might have some consensus or misunderstanding.

"I don't know what the big plan is, but I know that my duty is to eliminate all chaos and destroy the homes where those monsters live. I want to escape from this planet, and those bastards in the warp must be destroyed. From this method, we may be united. Because of their influence, I chose to destroy the planetary shield."

Looking at the lizard man in front of him with bloodshot eyes, Leon expressed his opinions and remarks very sincerely, and used his psychic power of understanding language to infuse his will into the mind of the lizard man in front of him.

"So I won't harm the planetary shield. In fact, there is another way, which is to wipe out all the Chaos. As long as this world is no longer disturbed and polluted by the Chaos Gods, I can also figure out a way out of this planet normally. I don't even need to harm your Ancient Saint Relics."

"…Then what are you going to do?"

"I can try to warp the entire planet out, or tear a space rift inside or outside the shield. This way I can get out without damaging the shield."

Li Ang said sincerely:

"Of course, there are dangers. The planet may be torn apart or the warp may backflow. But since you don't want the shield to fail, this is the only way. In fact, I also like this planetary shield. As long as I understand it, I can also implement the big plan. I have long wanted to be a lizardman. How about giving me a chance to go to Lustria for assessment?"

"You damned Warp lunatic—"

"No way? Then there's nothing to discuss. I'll find out when the time comes when I find your other faction."

Looking at the cursing lizardman, Leon looked at the subtle prompt on his system with some regret.

'Hint: You have obtained the clue of the ancient relics. You can start a series of explorations to uncover the mystery of Lustria, trample those ancient natives underfoot, let these corrupt guardians fall completely, and take the legendary star gate into your own hands! '

'Tip: You have reached the Industrial Age and can start your great exploration! You can set up multiple armies to explore the mysterious Lustria, and there may be unexpected surprises.'

'Do you want to accept the exploration mission: Uncover the secrets of the new world - Lustria?'

...and against the big plan?
If I accept this task, then the big plan will become my enemy.

If I remember correctly, the prototype of this thing should be a place that consumes the scalp. I don't know if the lizardmen have enough scalp.

Looking at the series of options and prompts given by the system, Leon looked at the various prompts and system help, and glanced at the ignorant lizard man with some subtlety.

It should be OK...

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(End of this chapter)