Lords: From Civilization to the Stars.

Chapter 64 Dyeing the Pale Army with Blood (Please Read!)

"what is that?"

Looking at the figure that looked like a gray statue but was slowly wriggling, Joshua still felt his scalp tingling, and a sense of fear from the bottom of his heart made his body tremble constantly, even though he had turned into a demon.

It is a feeling of disgust and terror from deep within the soul, which comes from seeing something that should not exist, from seeing the appearance of a creation that goes against the logic of reality.

Is it the undead?
No, that's not right.

still alive.

Looking at the heart still beating and the eyes turning into golden Goethe, an almost impossible answer, or an answer that only appeared in theory, flashed through Joshua's mind.

That was part of the knowledge that the dark gods had given him since he believed in the Prince of Pleasure. However, even if Joshua could now tear off his disguise and reveal his true demonic body to the world, he still didn't dare to believe that the legend in the chaos was actually true.

"You bastard...what on earth did you do..."

"How rude, demons."

The man sitting in the void supported his chin, looked at Joshua who was gritting his teeth in anger, and said with a chuckle:

"I have reversed the chaos pollution and saved humanity from an inhuman existence. I have accomplished something unprecedented and great. How about a little awe?"

"You damn bastard! You call this reversing the chaos pollution?!"

Looking at the Blood God believer whom he hated standing there dully like a statue, Joshua opened his mouth and roared angrily and fearfully:

"What have you done to his soul? Do you understand what you have created?"

The source of that deep-rooted fear is very clear.

A soulless person.

A monster that shouldn't have appeared and couldn't possibly appear in reality.

Soulless but alive, lifeless but still able to speak and act, as if all common sense had disappeared, even the dark gods would be shocked by such cruelty.

There was nothing left inside the huge monster, only a layer of golden fire of destruction burning.

But...why do soulless people have traces of the Blood God's power? !
"Hahaha, of course it's because I've already embarked on the path, and will soon lead you into a gentler era."

Looking at the shocked demon in front of him, the last bit of magic power in the empty road in Leon's eyes was filled.

'The second phase of the war path is complete!'

'You have already experienced part of the true meaning of the Path of War! You can already mobilize the power represented by the Path of War to perform some miracles within your power!'

'The third stage of the war path, the number of lives to be sacrificed: 1000000'

While hunting demons and fairies, naturally, a certain red path has been set on the right track.

Leon, who has already used magic and psychic power to analyze and obtain results, is now able to do something like this.

The greatest pleasure in this world is power, and the second greatest pleasure is solving puzzles. Now, Leon has the keys to these two greatest pleasures in his own hands. He has never been a slave to civilization, but a creator of civilization.

How could he have any reason not to love everyone?

How could there be any reason to treat all this based on one's own personal physiological desires?
He was one and all now, and nothing could make him happier than what he was about to do now.

It's time to rescue them.

"Purify your souls and eliminate chaos. This is the mercy I give you. I have no other choice. Although I can save most of the less polluted beings, for those who are too deeply polluted, I can only reshape their state. Forgive me, this is also necessary."

Looking at those poor people whose souls were already riddled with holes, Leon sighed, stretched out his finger with a look of compassion, and pointed at the huge wound of the world in the sky.

The magic of chaos began to gather at the fingertips, and reality and illusion began to blur.

The next moment, a chant that everyone could understand began to whisper in everyone's mind.

“From the moment the creatures of this world left the ruins, they became travelers.

Faced with this strange world, they placed their slim hopes on the future and embarked on the direction guided by the four paths.

Yes, there is a path that points out this way." Like drawing a card, unimaginable power was gathering at the fingertips, and finally transformed into a dark red light that shot into the World Wound of the Sky.

Something is coming.

Both the players and the conscripted militiamen looked up at the crack that was gradually turning blood red.

“That path of plunder shows the result of people forgetting their true nature and killing each other for the pleasure of fighting, thirsting for blood.

Blood, red, struggle, only those who transcend courage and morality, abandon fear and sorrow, can stand on the final battlefield and become the only master of war.

This is the way of war.”

Point your finger slightly.

'Ka'

It was like the sound of something breaking coming from the world itself.

The sky shattered in an instant, and a red light instantly emerged from the gap in the World's Wound, covering the entire sky.

Everything was shrouded in a terrible crimson, and one could feel a breath of iron rising from one's throat. Even more terrifying was that what followed was not salvation, but more and more visual and perceptual confusion.

One after another, pale things seemed to be inspired, falling from the void and slowly opening up on the ground. Broken horns, damaged scales, dull and pale faces. One after another, familiar faces appeared on the ground, slowly unfolding their ash-like bodies and looking at the position with golden eyes.

"What on earth is this!"

'Don't panic! Don't panic! Build a defensive position! Build a defensive position!'

'elder brother!!!'

"They are just a bunch of soulless people. I will push them back!"

There was chaos on the battlefield. Many demons even took off their costumes to reveal their hideous and terrifying bodies, roaring and regrouping their defensive positions.

Facing the pale monsters that were so strong in the Valley of Terror, even the demons looked so amiable. Under the blood-red light of war, these players, militiamen, and even demons even transcended the barriers between each other and began to build a defense line like crazy.

But does this make sense?

"Haha, even I think this scene might be a bit too much."

Amidst the terrified screams of countless people and the red light, Leon looked at the demons in front of him, smiled and sat upright in the air, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

"But I can't help it. My fortress and my people are fighting against the demons your master used to attack the barrier, so I'm sorry to have left you with a bad impression. Don't blame me. It hurts me to let you get hurt."

"I said, I love everyone. Because the sooner you submit to me, the more you will be able to feel the source of my strength and faith."

"I am you, and you are me. That's all."

"So, Pale Army, let them repent."

'...'

There was no sound, but hundreds of pale soldiers stretched out their dry hands one after another.

The spine bulged, the body collapsed, and countless pale things slowly stood up under the illumination of the red light. Dark red symbols flowed along with the pulse and the blood vessels of the limbs. In the madness, they seemed to flash on the surface of the body like blood, supporting their ash-like bodies.

Their expressions were frozen in numbness and calmness, but only their light golden eyes and that strong sense of destruction supported these monsters' motivation to move forward.

"chaos……"

A hoarse voice emerged from his throat, carrying with it a desire for destruction.

The horrible bodies that had lost their souls each dragged out some broken blood-red weapons from the void of red light.

Then, slowly but like thunder, he drove the ashes-covered warhorse that had appeared under his crotch at some point in time, and began to charge towards the chaotic position filled with the terrified screams of the players and militiamen.

"Destroy, kill!"

(End of this chapter)