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Chapter 244 Stars Fall and Meet the Sky, Duke Stark! (Please Subscribe)

A civilization can only be called a civilization if it has a complete social history, a scientific system, and a unique heritage.

The arrival of the three-tailed comet has stirred up waves in the far north of another world.

However, this strange phenomenon did not cause the slightest ripple in the eyes of the newly arrived Earth pioneer team!

Well, so far, based on their initial analysis, they only consider it a rather spectacular meteor shower.

After all, such astronomical phenomena are all too common on Earth.

The arrival of comets from another world was simply due to the larger size of the meteorites. Three of them fell side by side, and the meteorites were mostly composed of copper. At most, they caused some fluctuations in magical energy particles during their descent, and incidentally interfered with electromagnetic signals.

Humanity is still completely unaware of the deeper meaning behind this.

It was only after Su Mingjin received the call from Deng Dakang that she arranged for personnel to investigate these anomalies together with astronomers.

At this moment, humanity is unaware of the meaning behind this phenomenon!

They had not yet connected this strange phenomenon on the distant horizon with the mysteries of the depths of the Devil's Sea, the ruins of that ancient civilization, and the perpetual blizzards in the outside world.

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This is the happiness of those who are unaware of secrets!

At this very moment, the human exploration team continues to methodically measure this strange world that is unraveling its secrets.

However, for those alien civilizations in this world that possess ancient traditions or incomplete ancient traditions, the appearance of the three-tailed comet stirred up a complex and indescribable emotion.

In some regions, this even led to war.

At this moment, in the dwarven delegation closest to the human camp, the envoy Belegas and his deputy Liers stood side by side at the entrance of a cave, gazing at the spectacular sight on the horizon.

Outside the cave, the wind and snow howled across the icy plains, while inside, it was warm, with the faint aroma of ale and roasted meat wafting through the air.

Bellegas raised his exquisite wine glass, took a sip of the deep red summer wine, gazed at the comet, and said with a touch of elegiac emotion, "When stars fall, the heavens meet! I never imagined we'd actually witness it!"

Liers kept his head down, fiddling with things.

"Alas—how many more races will descend upon this world! Liers, did my race also descend upon this world in the same way?"

"Hmm, I suddenly realized those northerners must be outsiders! Damn it, my previous guess was right! They couldn't possibly arrive during a small-scale celestial convergence; they can only arrive during a large-scale celestial convergence like this!"

"Damn it, who are they working with? How did they get here so quietly?"

"Who the hell knows?"

Lillers struggled to stuff a pinch of black thorn tobacco into his soot-blackened pipe, his mood clearly sour.

After stuffing the tobacco into the container, he lit it with a flint. The flickering light reflected on his stubble-covered face and the three long trails of flame that pierced the night sky.

"Stop lamenting the glory of our clan's history. It's been tens of thousands of years, and in my eyes, it's become an outdated story! Maybe the history we're so proud of is all made up by historians to fool children!"

Bellegas's face darkened: "You dare question the authenticity of my people's history?"

"I question it? What the hell is there to question? Look at the state we've become!"

Liers took a deep drag on his cigarette, and the smoke rings he exhaled carried a peculiar smell of resentment.

"Legend has it that our ancestors wielded the power of the stars, roaming among them, leaving traces of our race throughout the universe! They were even able to forge divine artifacts that could shake the heavens and the earth! Look at us now, we've been stuffed into cowards by those guys, stuck in this sunless tunnel every day, either mining or forging iron."

Lilston paused, then said sarcastically, "Heh, what else can some good-for-nothings do all day butt-provoking those Grumon? Don't they think about working harder, cutting off more enemy heads, earning 38.8 Holy Points, then inheriting a female and breeding together?"

At this point, he glanced at Bellegas and changed the subject: "Hey, unlike some guys, who have an unusual interest in Grumon."

boom!

With a muffled thud, Bellergas slammed his wine glass onto the stone table, splashing wine everywhere.

"Lils, you big idiot, it was clearly you who did it! You're fucking slandering me!"

"Watmar didn't even mention you," Lils retorted, sticking out his neck. "Just tell me if you did it or not? I noticed your Grumon was giving you a weird look."

"You fucking want to die! I'm the envoy, I said you did it, so you did it!"

"Damn you, Bellergas, you bastard, you clearly also—"

Before the words were even finished, the two dwarf envoys of noble status were already wrestling.

Bellegas, relying on his strength, threw a punch, but Lillers nimbly dodged it, and his fist slammed into the rock wall, shaking off a cloud of dust.

Taking advantage of the situation, Lillers ducked and rammed into Bellergas, knocking him to the ground, and the two rolled around in a heap.

In the cave hall not far away, a group of dwarves who were drinking and boasting saw this and instead of trying to stop the fight, they immediately perked up and took out their treasures to place bets.

"I bet a bag of the finest black thorn tobacco that Lillers' foul mouth can shut Bellegas up in less than ten sentences!"

"I'll keep my bottle of mead, which I've been treasuring for fifteen days, and they'll be drinking it after half an hour at most, all bruised and battered!"

"How the hell could you have kept this fine wine for fifteen days? Come on, bring it out and let's all taste it to see if it's gone bad."

"Save your energy, Amos. Why are there three comets in the sky? My grandfather's father's notes say that when the celestial bodies meet, only one comet has a long tail," a young dwarf asked curiously.

"Who cares how many there are? Perhaps this celestial convergence has brought three new neighbors from different worlds?"

"So, that group of skinny human hybrids to the north is one of them?"

"Maybe, maybe not, but they're different from any other races we've recorded! Damn it, we can't wipe them all out, they're so annoying! They've kept me hiding here gnawing on bones."

"Who cares if they're the same or not? They're going to be killed by us sooner or later anyway! Let's make their skulls into goblets to worship our ancestors!"

"Ugh...yes, you're absolutely right!" A dwarf gulped down his drink, then suddenly pointed at the two wrestling figures and burst into laughter. "You lost! Look, Bellegas and Liers have made up! They didn't fight anymore!"

Looking over, everyone saw that the two who had been fighting had separated at some point and were brushing the dust off each other. Although they were both bruised and swollen, they had indeed stopped fighting.

"Damn it! Two cowards! Have you lost your spine? Why aren't you fighting anymore!" The dwarf who had bet on them to fight longer immediately cursed.

"Which bastard is talking about me?" Bellergas, who was outside the cave, twitched his ears and heard the whispers inside. He shouted at the top of his lungs.

The cave fell silent instantly.

Just kidding, who would dare admit it?

Even if all of them were tied together, they wouldn't be enough for Bellergas to beat up by himself.

This envoy, through sheer strength and intellect, fought his way up from the bottom.

That's just how dwarves are. They love fine wine, roasted meat, fighting, and Gruul. They're foul-mouthed and prone to trolling, but they're also better at assessing situations than anyone else.

If you can't beat your superior, just pretend you didn't hear anything.

Bellergas received no response, snorted coldly, and did not pursue the matter.

He stepped onto the stones again, climbed to the cave entrance, and looked at the trailing smoke of the comet in the sky, his eyes becoming deep.

"Liers".

"Huh?" Liers mumbled a response while still rubbing his face.

"What if those people pretending to be humans from another world realize their disguise has failed and they attack us?"

Bellergas's voice lowered.

"Stars fall, the heavens converge, and alien races will surely descend!!! Liers, this is a story even the oldest grandmothers on the Forsaken Continent know!"

"If those guys discover their elaborate deception has failed due to the actual celestial conjunction, they'll definitely launch an attack on us beforehand!"

"What do you want?"

"Those people in the south, for some reason, have started to evacuate! We can send more troops over! Liers, we need to message Long Ears and attack ahead of time!"

"But those long ears aren't ready yet!"

"The long-eared creature wasn't prepared, we weren't prepared—and similarly, those random people who appeared out of nowhere shouldn't be prepared either!"

"This... Bellergas, you're absolutely amazing! How come I didn't think of that?"

The Sacred Star holds an ancient legend passed down among intelligent races—when the stars fall and the heavens converge, travelers from another world, greedy tyrants, conquerors, angels and demons, and mechanical puppet creatures will appear.

Countless strange and wonderful creatures may descend upon this world.

Legend has it that in the distant past, the Sacred Star was a desolate planet until a legendary god descended upon it, transformed the world, and sowed good seeds, turning it into a vibrant and thriving world where all things flourish.

The gods transformed the world, but felt it was too desolate, and realizing they had arrived unintentionally, they created the miracle of the celestial convergence.

Legend has it that, in order to commemorate their old friends, the gods would typically cause the sacred celestial bodies to converge every 333 to 1333 years.

This is the greatest event ever recorded by the Holy Star.

Whenever a large celestial convergence occurs, people from other worlds will surely arrive.

Of course, there have been some minor celestial conjunctions over the years, but their impact on the world as a whole has been very small!

According to the legends of the tribe, when the gods were on the Sacred Star, whenever the Great Celestial Spheres converged, the relationship established between the New World and the Sacred Star was always friendly and beautiful!

Over countless millennia, intelligent and wondrous life forms from other worlds have left their mark on this world, with some races leaving behind the seeds of civilization.

Legend has it that in the ancient times ruled by gods, other civilizations lived in harmony and friendship, all things flourished, and the whole world was beautiful.

But after countless years, the gods suddenly departed, and the short-lived beings eventually went to war due to various problems.

Besides this, the divine miracle of the celestial convergence also exists—

Then, evil and the end invaded—

The era of brutal mass extinction for the Sacred Star has begun.

During the Dark Ages of Extinction, the transmission of countless intelligent civilizations nearly ceased!

Of the races that survived in this era, only a fraction remain. Many races have degenerated, lost their collective wisdom, and some have even become savage creatures. Only the ancient buildings remaining in the desolate mountains and towering peaks offer a glimpse into the glorious era when all races coexisted.

As the three-tailed comet descended and the sacred celestial dome converged, the dwarves displayed supermassiveness, attempting to wipe out the northern humans who dared to deceive them.

The elves, on the other hand, were no less impressive.

In New Erigian, behind the Governor's Hall, beneath a smaller red-leaf sacred tree.

The governor, Grice, and the priest, Boyd, gently placed their palms on the tree trunk, which was covered in red leaves and white bark, and had patterns shaped like human faces.

The two closed their eyes, their long, emerald-green hair moving without wind, with specks of light flickering among the strands, like fireflies on a summer night.

Their consciousness was extending along some mysterious path, traversing thousands of miles, engaging in a silent exchange with the Elf Council.

This is the magical mental network of the Sacred Tree, the foundation upon which the Elf race relies for survival and inheritance.

As long as the sacred tree exists, the core secrets of the elves will be impregnable. Even if captured elves are taken down, they will not reveal crucial clues or lose the most vital secrets of the elven race.

Because of the convenience of the mind magic network, most information can be shared within the clan.

At this moment, their minds sank into a spiritual ocean woven from countless consciousnesses.

Thousands of miles away, in the Temple of Truth of the Elven race, an ancient aura emanates, and the Prophet of Truth, who once made countless contributions to the continuation of the Elves, sits beneath the statue of the Mother Goddess.

He transformed the glimpse of the future he had glimpsed through the power of the Mother Goddess into a clear image and simultaneously projected it into the minds of every high-ranking elf in the network.

The consciousnesses of Grice and Boyd also became spectators of this horrific scene.

In an instant, Grice saw his own face, the proud and handsome face he saw in the water mirror every day, now with his eyes wide open, hanging unhappily on the tip of a rough wooden spear.

Beneath the spear shafts, human soldiers and some monsters were having a wild party.

The scene distorted, and he saw countless heads of his comrades being used as trophies, planted all over the walls of New Erigian.

Those bodies that should have been elegant and sacred were slaughtered by humans.

"During this time, there was also a huge, pitch-black monster tearing and chewing."

In the hallucination, the sound of bones shattering was so clear it seemed to be right next to my ear.

"No—" Glass's mind trembled.

The illusion shifts again —

He saw humans hang the elves from streetlights, and saw twisted humanoid monsters using barbed blades to enjoy the pleasure of slowly tearing apart the elves' flesh and blood, throwing them into the flames to roast.

The Mother Goddess's main temple, the Temple of Procreation, the Sanctuary of Knowledge—all sacred places representing the pride of the elves—were now trampled by the chaotic soldiers and engulfed in flames.

What chilled him to the bone even more was that among the arsonists were the faces of elves!

His fallen kin wore cruel and maniacal smiles as he watched them enter a massive blue portal.

When they reappeared, they did not hesitate to turn their knives on their own compatriots.

"They've been bewitched!"

They saw elves being driven to the seashore, where they were skinned alive and dismembered by tall, evil figures. Their beautiful skins became decorations—no, they must have been sacrifices to evil gods.

The final scene is set in a harsh, frigid far north.

The few surviving descendants of the elves had shaved their heads short, wore cold iron collars around their necks, and had shackles that chafed their hands raw. They hunched over, struggling to dig out a tuber called a potato from the frozen ground.

That was their only food, and a symbol of their enslavement.

The fingers that once gracefully played the zither and recited poems are now covered in frostbite and grime.

Countless possibilities, countless futures, each pointing to the same tragic end—extinction of the entire race, or being enslaved.

Just as all the high-ranking elves were about to be consumed by this despair, a grand and benevolent thought, like a morning bell and evening drum, resounded in their minds.

"For the continuation of our race, for our survival, we must sever the tentacles of humanity, slaughter all the henchmen of human forces who dare to cooperate with evil—and crush their ambitions—only in this way can our race continue!"

That was the voice of the Mother Goddess!

At first gentle, then authoritative and unquestionable.

Immediately afterwards, the figure of the Prophet of Truth appeared in the illusion, raising his scepter high, his voice resounding throughout the entire Sacred Tree Magic Mind Network.

"For the sake of the supreme Mother Goddess! For the continuation of the Elven race! We must wage a holy war and annihilate all invading enemies!"

"kill!!!"

"kill!!!"

"kill!!!"

Throughout the entire spiritual network, the will of countless high-ranking elves converged into an overwhelming fighting spirit.

The illusion came to an abrupt end.

Grace jerked his hand back, staggered back two steps, and sat down heavily on the ground, his face ashen, panting heavily.

Boyd, standing to the side, was in even worse shape. He leaned against the trunk of the sacred tree, bent over, and began to gag violently. His stomach churned, but he couldn't vomit anything; only acid burned his throat.

The two exchanged a glance, and both saw an indelible fear deep in each other's pupils, as well as a madness ignited by that fear.

"Mother Goddess—the future Mother Goddess sees for our race is becoming clearer and clearer!" Boyd's voice was hoarse, filled with unease. "Our race must change its future!"

"We can't just sit here and wait to die!" Grice scrambled to his feet, the fear in his eyes quickly replaced by a cold, resolute determination. He grabbed Boyd's shoulder and shook him violently. "We have to act first! We have to stop this!"

"The dwarves have already informed us that they've decided to attack ahead of schedule! Those dwarves' battlefield intuition is sometimes quite accurate; at least the prophets still need to use sacred rituals to make prophecies!" Boyd said, trembling.

"That's right!" Grice's eyes flashed with ferocity. "Dwarves are fierce. As long as we can distract them, we can definitely break their shells. We've learned from our previous experience; this time, we must cut off their claws!"

He turned abruptly and looked towards the northern sky, towards the direction of the northern human kingdom.

"We'll teach those invading humans a lesson! We're preparing for a sacred war of resistance against aggression, one that we will lead!"

More than 700 kilometers away to the south, beyond the detection of modern land reclamation teams' drones and various flight devices, a peculiar cavalry force is marching rapidly along the wide Icefield Wolf Road.

In the group, the leading knight wore an expensive silk robe over a gray-black runic armor, the energy patterns on the armor providing him with a faint warmth.

Riding a massive, armored wolf is also quite mystical.

The giant wolf mount was over two meters tall, with four thick claws that looked more like tiger claws than wolf claws.

The giant wolf's armor was covered in runes, clearly indicating that it possessed special abilities. Despite carrying a person and still wearing armor, it moved like the wind on flat ground.

Logically speaking, soldiers and knights should not waste their precious energy during normal marches.

But this unit appears to be in a state of readiness to engage the enemy.

Compared to Earth's forces, they all seemed strange.

Most of the knights following ahead were riding giant wolves.

They were all clad in exquisitely crafted runic armor, and carried heavy iron hammers, axes, and even two-handed greatswords.

Beside them were fine horses laden with meat and dry rations, and many others carrying incredibly heavy shields and full bags.

These strange cavalrymen riding giant wolves and fine horses could even be seen carrying firearms that were engraved with energy patterns but resembled old-fashioned flintlock muskets!

Looking behind the cavalry, one can also see unicorns raised by elves mingling among the troops.

However, unlike elves who are considered companions, these unicorns are all similar to pack animals.

Some unicorns were even carrying strange cast iron cannons that were clearly intended for field battles!

Further back in this column was a rather hastily assembled cavalry force.

These cavalry units were mainly equipped with warhorses and had a wide variety of weapons, including soldiers carrying old-fashioned flintlock muskets with 10mm caliber, as well as those carrying spears and swords.

You can even see some with shields hanging on their backs, but carrying steppe scimitars instead.

Compared to the well-equipped and oddly dressed troops in front, the three hundred motley cavalry behind them looked more like mounted infantry, with inconsistent weapons and clothing.

However, upon closer inspection, one can discover that their actions follow a set pattern, and their eyes reveal a sense of indifference towards life.

These mounted soldiers are definitely veterans who have seen blood frequently!

Once they reached a sheltered spot shrouded in mist, the lead wolf rider signaled for everyone to stop.

"Lord Stark, we'll be at Widows' Village in two hours!" a knight shouted.

"Understood." The young duke at the head of the guards gestured, then winked at the captain beside him. "The whole team rests, Rosso—"

The burly knight named Rosso sniffed the air, then grinned.

He went out with several knights.

Soon after, the sounds of gunfire and fighting filled the air.

After a while, the knight Rosso, who had been sent out, returned.

The attendant behind him carried an object that was still dripping blood.

"Lord Stark, we've captured six lost goblins! Unfortunately, they're too small; only their hearts are edible! They can satisfy our mounts' cravings!"

The leading cavalryman, addressed as Lord Stark, glanced at the still-bleeding goblin heart, nodded, took a box handed to him by Rosso, and dripped a few drops of precious potion onto it.

The heart, radiating a strange and malevolent aura, gradually changed color.

Only then did he feed the three hearts to his direwolf mount.

The rest are cut up and distributed among the other dire wolves.

Bang!

"Hey kid, have you even eaten yet? Can't you even use a stool as a seat?"

He heard someone reprimanding his men. Stark looked over and saw his vassal knight sitting on a stool!

The soldier on the stool looked aggrieved because the knight was too heavy and he was crushed to the ground!

"Lord Mans, your armor is too heavy for me to bear!"

"Damn it, get lost and go find a stool!"

The young Stark kept a straight face and ultimately refrained from saying anything!

He had seen many people used as stools.

But these were all noblewomen and children using commoners as stools!

He, on the other hand, always believed that men should have the mercy of knights and should not be so harsh on the commoners under their command!

In the end, it was the chivalry he had learned from his adoptive father that made him speak up: "Sir Mans, your soldiers need rest!"

Upon hearing this, the obese knight immediately replied respectfully, "Lord Stark is absolutely right!"

The young Stark then fell silent!

"The number of goblins coming through the celestial convergence these days has increased, and a village has been destroyed! More than sixty people have been slaughtered by these guys," Stark said.