I was a lord farming, how did I become an emperor?

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Cape Kingdom.

evening.

The once vibrant royal city is now desolate.

The streets were filled with wandering spirits.

There are ghouls that used to roam freely, as well as skeletons and zombies.

They stay indoors during the day and only come out to roam at night.

They occasionally clash with their own kind, striving to devour the soul fire within their minds to become stronger.

The dead do not need to eat or drink, nor do they have many desires.

Only this instinct to become stronger.

However, due to the restrictions imposed by necromancers, this behavior is still not permitted.

These spirits are always struggling between desire and order.

Of course, this is only the lowest level of undead.

The wise undead and necromancers sat together in the inner city of the royal capital.

They savored the drinks concocted by the necromancer, just like the nobles of old.

The pus, with its strong, putrid odor, is the most delicious wine in their mouths.

In addition, they train their combat skills just like ordinary people.

Nurture the fire of your soul with special meditation techniques, and continuously strengthen yourself.

At the end of the inner city is the royal palace of the Cape Kingdom.

The royal palace was guarded by knights clad in black armor.

They stood silently, like statues.

These are the hundreds of Black Knights that Lomisa created using the corpses of knights from the Empire and the Western Alliance.

Now they've all been conscripted by this goddess, Carly.
The palace hall.

On the throne, Carly awoke from her slumber.

She slowly opened her eyes, her pupils flashing with a blood-red light.

She slowly stretched.

For Carly, a year or so was only a brief respite.

But it was during this brief moment of feigned sleep that the scars on her face disappeared.

Prince Golden Hammer's once rugged face had now become delicate and refined.

She has become more feminine, more like a woman.

For deities, gender is not important.

Carly was simply used to her female body, so her soul unconsciously controlled her face to resemble a woman.

She raised her hand and examined her slender fingers.

His skin was as white as snow, still devoid of any color.

Carly nodded in satisfaction without even realizing it.

My own way of confronting the world is effective.

"I wonder where those stupid idiots have gone..."

Carly, who was talking to herself, suddenly froze.

He realized something was wrong—his connection with Lomisa had become unusually weak!
That thread of faith was almost broken, leaving only a faint, barely perceptible connection.

Moreover, the faith threads of other believers simply disappeared.

Carly's eyes suddenly sharpened.

Gods usually don't care about the life or death of their followers, except for the most devout saints.

But Carly doesn't have many followers herself.

Therefore, she was very familiar with the situation of each believer.

Now, only Orcas's Faith Thread remains.

Carly closed her eyes, carefully sensing the thread of faith.

The connection to Romissa is now just a faint thread.

It's as if it's being suppressed or sealed by something?
And those broken threads of faith are her claws for moving forward, pawns to hold back the Flame Dragon Empire.

Now we've all lost contact.

This likely means that everything was ruined by Rhodes.

"Somebody come!"

Carly's voice echoed in the empty hall.

A black-armored knight slowly walked in, knelt on one knee, and bowed his head.

"My Lord, what do you want?"

What happened during the time I was asleep?

Carly asked in a cold voice.

"Our army in the Principality of Komu has been destroyed."

"A large force, including two hundred thousand ghouls, was slaughtered."

Only two deacons ran back.

"Bishop Romisa has gone missing."

The black-armored knight's voice was devoid of emotion, mechanically reporting:

"The army of the Flame Dragon Empire is constantly approaching us."

"The lands to the north and east of the Cape Kingdom are being invaded by humans."

Carly slowly lowered her head, gazing intently at the black-armored knight.

"Why didn't you stop them?"

"My lord, it is our duty to protect your safety!"

The black-armored knight lowered his head.

"The rest is none of our business; you should ask the other high priests..."

boom!
Before he could finish speaking...

The black-armored knight's body suddenly exploded!

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and the once clean hall was instantly covered with rotten flesh!
The stench of blood and decay instantly filled the hall!

"Trash! They are all a bunch of trash!"

Carly's cold voice was filled with anger.

In fact, they cannot be entirely blamed.

The Church of the Dead and Vengeance is now a loose organization.

There were no legion commanders, only necromancers.

They had been following Lomitsa's orders, but had little experience in military campaigns.

Those black-armored knights who were crafted were ultimately just puppet servants; even with experience, they had no real power.

Although the number of undead is enormous, Carly remains asleep without Lomisa's command.

The entire undead army came to a standstill.

No one was in charge of them; they simply followed the existing orders and guarded the Cape Kingdom.

Moreover, those ghouls are the raw materials for cultivating more powerful servants, and no one dares to use them without authorization.

Who would dare to send troops without authorization?

Angering this sleeping god will result in the destruction of one's soul.

As the saying goes, the more you do, the more mistakes you make; the less you do, the fewer mistakes you make; and if you do nothing, you make no mistakes.

Therefore, the entire Cape Kingdom had no legions to resist the advance of Rhodes' army.

As a deity, Kali was aware of these things.

But compared to life, none of these things mattered before.

After venting her anger, Carly gradually calmed down.

"Somebody come!"

Carly's voice echoed through the empty palace.

Another black-armored knight quickly ran up.

He looked at his companion's corpse on the ground, head bowed, his voice trembling slightly:

"My Lord, what do you want?"

Carly didn't say anything.

She raised her hand, and wisps of black mist surged from her palm, pouring into the black-armored knight's body.

The black-armored knight suddenly lost control of his body and floated into the air.

Before the black-armored knight could say anything, his body immediately began to make violent noises.

The black mist grew thicker and thicker, completely enveloping the black-armored knight's body. Crackling sounds emanated from his bones as his muscles bulged beneath the black armor, his form growing ever larger.

The black-armored knight's aura gradually became terrifying, subtly carrying the air of a legendary knight.

"Oh!"

As the black mist dissipated, the black-armored knight crashed heavily to the ground.

"Thanks be to my Lord for his grace!"

The black-armored knight got up without hesitation and knelt on one knee.

The cold voice now held a newfound reverence.

"I now appoint you as the Legion Commander, to command all undead minions."

Carly said coldly,
“You can use any means to investigate the surrounding situation, as well as the status and movements of Rhodes’ army.”

"Then, in order to formulate a battle plan, we will begin a counterattack to stop their advance."

"You've done well, and I will give you even more power."

Carly pointed to the mangled flesh on the ground and added, "If you don't do a good job, you'll die like him!"

"Rest assured, my lord!"

The black-armored knight's voice was loud, filled with excitement and greed.
"I will definitely drive those weak and foolish humans out of our land!"

The black-armored knight nodded emphatically, then rose and slowly withdrew from the hall.

Moments later, the entire capital city of the Cape Kingdom came to life.

Outside the palace, necromancers were summoned and began to take stock of the army.

At the same time, several bat-winged ghouls flew out from the highest tower of the royal city, flapping their bat wings and rushing to the east and north.

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"attack!"

At the White Frost Prophet's command, a sharp whistling sound rang out, and several arrows instantly struck the giant spider!

Ding Ding Ding!
The sound of metal clashing rang out one after another, and layers of shimmering light membranes appeared on the giant spider's body, blocking all the arrows!
This attack instantly enraged the giant spider!
Its blood-red maw was full of sharp teeth, and it roared fiercely at the crowd, reeking of foul-smelling slime!
Immediately afterwards, a dark green liquid spurted from the giant spider's mouthparts!
Everyone was so frightened that they retreated and hid!

The liquid spilled onto the stone, making a sizzling sound!
Even solid rocks are corroded into deep pits in the blink of an eye.

If this happened to a person, they would be torn to shreds.

Upon seeing this, the White Frost Prophet shouted, "Lucen, the armor-piercing arrows are useless against it!"

"Wizards, attack freely!"

Lucian realized this as well, and with a command, several beams of magical light flashed!

Fireballs, ice spikes, and wind blades bombarded the giant spider from all directions!
The giant spider immediately extended its forelegs to block, and a spider web quickly condensed, forming a shield in front of it.

The magic struck the shield, causing the giant spider to retreat repeatedly, but the web was incredibly resilient, withstanding all the magic!

It even blocked the flames!
"Attack together!"

The White Frost Prophet shouted, and arrows and spears rained down on the giant spider!
The spiderweb shield can block magic, but it's the bane of these sharp blades!
A long spear pierced through the spider web, and an ice spike flew into the hole in the web!

Pfft!

"laugh!"

The sound of flesh being pierced rang out, and the giant spider immediately let out a scream!
"Keep going, don't stop!"

As soon as the White Frost Prophet finished speaking, the giant spider's body suddenly pressed down!
The next instant, he suddenly leaped high into the air, his terrifying figure pressing down on the White Frost Prophet like a mountain!
The White Frost Prophet retreated in a panic, but her short legs couldn't keep up!

"Be careful, Prophet!"

A burly knight leaped into the air and slammed the White Frost Prophet away!
Pfft!

The sharp, thick claws pierced through the armor, instantly tearing a large hole in the knight's chest!

Before the knight could even scream, he was flung away by the claws and crashed heavily to the ground like a rag doll!

The giant spider leaped in anger, completely exposing its back!

A massive fireball had already condensed in the air and crashed down on it in the blink of an eye!

The light membrane shattered under the magic, and flames frantically licked its flesh, making a sizzling sound!
"laugh!"

The giant spider let out a piercing scream!

It immediately changed direction, its eight compound eyes fixed intently on Luxem!
The other members of the demon-hunting team seized the opportunity, and their armor-piercing arrows flew through the air with a sharp whooshing sound!
Several arrows pierced the giant spider's abdomen, and green fluid flowed out!
The giant spider turned around again, intending to attack the archer!
Thus, the foolish giant spider was constantly held back by both sides, unable to focus its attack on either side!
Before long, the giant spider was covered in wounds and lay dying on the ground.

The White Frost Prophet, having scrambled to his feet, disregarded everything else and quickly ran forward.
"Greystone! Greystone!"

Bai Shuang anxiously examined Hui Shi's injuries!
Graystone's chest was pierced, and blood kept gushing from the wound and his mouth. His breathing became weaker and weaker.

His lips were pale, and his eyes were unfocused.

Without a moment to think, the White Frost Prophet immediately pulled out a potion of life and, with trembling hands, sprinkled it on Graystone's chest!
Graystone's chest wound was healing rapidly, but he was still weak and showed no signs of improvement.

"Your Majesty the Holy Lord!"

The White Frost Prophet prayed softly, "Graystone is your most loyal servant, you must save him!"

The White Frost Prophet placed his hand on Graystone's chest, and a faint green light shone forth.

However, if a potent life-saving potion cannot cure it, then healing techniques are unlikely to be effective either.

Graystone's breathing grew weaker and weaker, and the light in his eyes gradually went out.

"Lucen!"

"Lusen, you must save him!"

The White Frost Prophet cried out, "Graystone was one of the first to follow the Holy Lord; he cannot die!"

Luxem stood beside him, staring at the gray stones on the ground, without saying a word.

The patient's organs were damaged, and ordinary treatments were ineffective.

He didn't die immediately; that was the limit of his life.

"No! We can't let it be like this!"

The White Frost Prophet's eyes reddened.

He knelt on the ground, closed his eyes again, and spoke with a desperate piety in his voice.
"Great Holy Lord!"

His voice was shaking.

"Your humblest servant begs you!"

"Grant me the pure power of life!"

"Give me the power to pull the gray stone out of the mire of death!"

"For this, I am willing to pay any price!"

Even if it costs me my life!

The White Frost Prophet's forehead pressed against the cold earth.
"I beg you."

"Your humble servant begs you..."

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The helpless voice echoed across the empty hillside.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and quietly focused on the gray stone lying on the ground and the White Frost Prophet kneeling in worship.

A gust of wind blew.

No miracle occurred.

Lucien bent down and gently pressed the White Frost Prophet's shoulder.

"Calm down, Bai Shuang..."

The moment the voice faded, the White Frost Prophet stopped moving.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes completely filled with green light!

Slowly, the green light spread along his body.

It's getting brighter and brighter, more and more dazzling.

Finally, he was enveloped in light, like a green sun!
In the name of the Holy Lord—

The White Frost Prophet's expression was extremely solemn, and his ethereal voice was filled with majesty.

"Redemption!"

The White Frost Prophet placed his hands on Graystone's wounds, and green light poured out from his palms!
At the same time, a verdant ripple swept outwards from the White Frost Prophet as its center!

The gray mist was instantly blown away, and a breath of life refreshed everyone!

Even the saplings in the distance have begun to grow, sprouting tender green shoots!

"what!"

Graystone sprang up from the ground, incredulously touching his chest!
"I...I'm not dead?!"

Graystone's eyes widened, and he looked at everyone excitedly, grabbing the White Frost Prophet beside him.

"Prophet, I am not dead!"

"You saved me?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the green light in the White Frost Prophet's eyes disappeared, leaving only an empty void.

His body went limp and he collapsed to the ground. (End of Chapter)