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

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In the corrosive land, the sky was gloomy.

Thick, dark clouds hung low, as if they might fall at any moment.

Black mist rose, rolling in from the horizon with the aura of death.

The endless, dark mass of the dead.

Ghouls, skeletons, and rotting corpses surged forth like a black tide, covering the sky and earth.

The stench of decay and blood was almost suffocating.

Thump! Thump! Thump!
The earth trembled like a death knell, striking everyone's ears.

However, the soldiers of the Flame Dragon Empire showed no fear on their faces; instead, their faces gleamed with a sharp, intelligent light.

"kill!"

Gunle's roar echoed across the battlefield as he charged into the fray, meeting the tide of the undead head-on!
Behind him, thousands of vanguard soldiers followed closely.

Like Gunther, they surged forward without fear!
boom!
The vanguard was like a sharp blade, piercing fiercely into the undead formation!
The sharp battle axe whistled, and each swing brought forth a bloody scene!
"Ow!"

Just as the ghoul, still covered in rotting flesh, rushed forward, the battle axe slashed through the air!
The ghoul's body was cut in half at the waist, and pus and blood splattered everywhere!

Immediately afterwards, three skeletons shrouded in black mist surrounded them!
Gunle took a step back, his battle axe drawing an arc in the air!
Click! Click! Click!
The heads of the three skulls flew up at the same time, scattering bones all over the ground.

Come on! Everyone come on!

Gunle roared, his eyes burning with intense fighting spirit.

The battle axe seemed to come alive in his hands.

Each swing of the sword takes the life of a group of dead souls.

Gunther didn't realize that he was a completely different person today.

Just as Gunle was slaughtering his way through, a silver-white skeleton warrior charged forward menacingly.

Both its bones and the giant sword in its hand gleamed with a metallic sheen.

Its skeleton is more robust, and the flames in its eye sockets are more intense.

It doesn't look ordinary.

However, Günler turned a blind eye to all of this.

A flash of red light appeared, and then the battle axe slashed down from mid-air!

boom!
The battle axe cleaved down!
The skeleton warrior's frame flew off and crashed heavily to the ground, scattering bones everywhere!
Although the soul fire within the skull was still burning, its shattered body made it unable to rise again!
"Hahaha!"

Gunther laughed wildly, "Silver Skull? That's utter bullshit!"

At the same time, Gunther realized that he was different today.

It's not just about physical strength, but also about the courage to face the dead.

It seems that the energy in my body is more surging than before?
Before Gunther could think any further, even more undead surged forward!
Gunther charged forward fearlessly, recklessly charging ahead!
It looks extremely reckless.

What's even more outrageous is that the hundreds of soldiers behind him also recklessly followed!
They plunged straight into the horde of the dead!
There are just too many undead.

After one wave is wiped out, another wave surges in like a tide.

In the blink of an eye, Gunle was surrounded by seven or eight silver skeletons.

"You want to ambush and kill me?"

Instead of being afraid, Gunle was extremely excited!
"Die, all of you!"

He let out a roar, his arm glowing red as he swept his battle axe across his body!
In an instant, the red light, like a sharp blade, sliced ​​through the black mist!

Click!
Almost simultaneously, the skulls in front of Gunther were all cut in half!

The red light continued its relentless advance, and hordes of undead were being harvested like leeks!

In an instant, everything went blank in front of Gunther!
The entire battlefield fell silent for a moment.

"This is...my power?"

Gunle gripped his battle axe, staring blankly at his hand.

The soldiers behind them were also terrified.

"Boss! That attack just now..."

"Comparable to a legendary knight, isn't it?"

"Boss, you didn't break through to a higher level, did you?"

"That's not right, boss, this doesn't make sense!"

"Boss! Watch out!"

In their excitement, a soldier suddenly shouted!
Gunle snapped out of his daze and instinctively raised his battle axe!
boom!
A massive, jet-black sword descended from the sky and slammed into the battle axe!
Sparks flew everywhere!
The red light collided with the black mist, and the immense force forced Gonle to retreat repeatedly!

Deep footprints were left on the black soil of the corroded land!
"What the hell?!"

Gunther looked up.

A knight shrouded in black mist stood in front.

A full suit of jet-black armor, and a black greatsword.

Black mist swirled around me, carrying a strong aura of death.

Darth Vader!
"It's you monsters again!"

Gonler gritted his teeth.

During the last assassination attempt, he almost fell victim to the Black Knight's sword.

But this time——

Gonner showed no fear and twisted his battle axe!
"Boss, be careful, the Black Knight is not easy to deal with!" the soldier beside him warned.

"I'm afraid of him?"

The red light on the battle axe lit up again!
Even more dazzling than before!
The red light dispelled all the surrounding black mist.

"Die!"

Gunther's figure streaked like a red meteor, hurtling fiercely towards the Black Knight!

Torn through the darkness, charge towards the Dark Knight!
clang!
The red light and the black mist collided violently, unleashing a piercing metallic sound!
A shockwave exploded instantly, and the surrounding black mist was blown away by the shockwave!

Gunle took two steps back to steady himself.

The Black Knight also took a step back, and the black mist churned even more violently.

"Um?"

Gunther was taken aback.

This Dark Knight is clearly much stronger than the ones we've encountered before!

but……

"Then you have to die too!"

With a roar, Gunle's figure, wielding his battle axe, traced red streaks in the air.

Each trajectory caused the black mist to dissipate, forcing the Black Warrior to retreat in a sorry state!

Clang! Clang! Clang!
Sparks flew everywhere, and red light and black mist collided repeatedly!

Gunle fought with increasing ferocity, his entire body glowing red!
His fighting instincts surged, and he could even predict Darth Vader's every move!
"die!"

Gunle roared, and the red light on his battle axe condensed to its maximum!
Then he chopped down hard!
boom!
The Black Knight raised his sword to parry.

But this time, its greatsword was cleaved open with a crack!
The Black Knight's body trembled, and Gunther seized the opportunity!

Red light flashed!

A jet-black head flew off in an instant!

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The same scene played out repeatedly throughout the battlefield.

Especially the legion commanders who personally led the charge.

Although they did not unleash the same formidable fighting power as Gonler, their bodies still shone brightly.

With their rich combat skills, they managed to suppress the surging tide of the undead.

Chris stood on the high platform, listening in shock to the scout's report.

"how so……"

Chris rubbed the sword at his waist. "Are you sure?"

“Commander, my falcon saw it with its own eyes.”

The scout solemnly assured him.

Chris fell into deep thought.

The atmosphere in the legion was off after we received the battle report.

Faced with an army of nearly a million undead, the soldiers showed no panic whatsoever.

They even started competing with each other, secretly creating some kind of undead slaughter list.

Chris originally thought this was a way for everyone to relieve stress after being under too much pressure.

It now seems they really didn't take these dead souls seriously.

"Commander-in-Chief, should we still send reinforcements?"

After listening to the report, the staff officer next to him leaned forward and asked, "Logically speaking, with the continuous slaughter, the soldiers' physical strength has reached its limit. We should send reinforcements."

"But judging from the report just now, the soldiers' morale is high."

"A hasty retreat would damage morale..."

Chris nodded thoughtfully.

After a moment's hesitation, he ordered, "Wait a little longer, and keep a close eye on the legion's situation!"

"Yes, my lord!"

Everyone responded in unison, and Chris couldn't help but turn his head to look behind him.

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Beyond the corrosive lands, in the lush forest.

Rhodes, protected by a dragon, is connected to the magic network.

On the vast plain, the natural seeds of thousands of soldiers were glowing, as dazzling as the starry sky.

Each person's breakthroughs and combat skills will be recorded.

Rhodes can clearly perceive the effects of combat techniques and can even name them.

Of course, Rhodes didn't concern himself with such a troublesome matter. Whoever creates the combat technique, names it themselves.

Rhodes will bestow the combat skills learned by other soldiers upon other talented soldiers.

The goal is to ensure that the complete professional system is ultimately embodied in one person, thus achieving the purpose of inheritance.

Of course, not now.

Rhodes also benefited greatly from these combat techniques, learning some valuable combat skills and fighting methods.

In addition, Rod also kept a close eye on the condition of each seedling.

Whenever anyone is in a bad state, or appears listless...

Rhodes would immediately infuse the seedling with natural energy, allowing it to regain its vitality.

"This is just the beginning."

Rhodes smiled as he gazed at the glowing Seed of Nature.
"Warriors of the Empire, let this world taste your power!"

The war lasted longer than expected.

The tide of the dead is endless.

One wave after another, as if it would never stop.

The sun had moved from noon to the west, and a touch of blood appeared in the dark clouds.

Bone fragments and remains were scattered everywhere, but the spirits of the dead still stood tall and seemingly endless.

But the battle is not over yet.

Rhodes regained consciousness, staring at the darkening sky with a furrowed brow.

In the corrupted lands, there is no moon or stars at night.

It was pitch black, and the soldiers had no advantage whatsoever.

Conversely, the undead are more active in the dark.

"Serf".

Rhodes let out a soft cry.

The guard quickly stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

"Send the order: Skyfire Legion, attack!"

Rhodes commanded in a deep voice, "Light up the entire battlefield!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

As Rhodes's orders were relayed, the horns sounded.

Upon hearing the sound, the soldiers on the battlefield began to slowly retreat.

As the last rays of the setting sun dipped below the horizon in the west, catapults, like the arms of giants, hurled tar canisters into the rear of the undead.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of giant eagles took off, heading straight for the sky above the tide of the dead.

With a series of whooshing sounds, the dense fire jars, trailing flames, crashed into the swarm of undead.

boom!
Flames erupted!
Orange flames shot into the sky, instantly illuminating the dim battlefield!
Flames burned wildly, engulfing everything around them!
The undead struggled and fled in the flames, while the black mist twisted and dissipated in the firelight.

The soldiers' morale soared upon seeing this scene!

"kill!"

The roars echoed across the battlefield, and the soldiers charged once again amidst the urgent bugle calls!

However, the other side seemed to have made preparations as well.

Upon seeing the giant eagle appear, countless bat-winged ghouls suddenly surged out of the darkness.

They flapped their tattered wings and quickly surrounded the giant eagle.

Rhodes had anticipated all of this.

"Roar--!"

Several dragon roars echoed through the sky as five young dragons burst forth from the vicinity of the Skyfire Legion, meeting the horde of bat-winged ghouls!

These young dragons have always attacked their enemies with their breath.

But in reality, their hard scales and sharp claws give them melee capabilities that are no less than those of any magical beast.

As the young dragon swept through the horde of bat-winged ghouls, several figures were torn apart by its claws.

However, the claws of the bat-winged ghouls could not penetrate the dragon scales and could not cause any damage.

Just like back in Blackpine Ridge, when Gunle and Durant attacked the wyvern with ordinary longswords.

No matter how many there are, it's all in vain.

The Skyfire Legion also did not linger in battle.

The giant eagles dropped their last batch of fire canisters, igniting the battlefield before quickly retreating.

Next, the catapults behind continued to fire fire jars, maintaining the fire line on the battlefield.

However, the dead are not as obedient as humans.

The crazed bat-winged ghouls surged forward relentlessly, chasing after the giant eagles of the Skyfire Legion.

Whoosh whoosh!
The archers, who had been waiting for a long time, released their grip, and arrows rained down like a storm across the sky!
The pursuing bat-winged ghouls had nowhere to hide and fell like dumplings being dropped into a pot!

The foul-smelling blood splattered everywhere, like a rain of blood from the dead.

Fortunately, the soldiers had already drunk the necromancy potion, which could prevent the necromancy virus from invading them.

Otherwise, such a rain of undead blood would mutate without any fighting.

Those weak necromancer apprentice wizards seemed unable to fully control the undead army.

Even after the tide of undead behind them disappeared, there was still no sign of retreat.

They were all eventually killed.

The battlefield was littered with corpses.

Skeletons and rotting flesh were mixed together, piled up like mountains.

Many of the dead were not completely dead; their mutilated bodies writhed on the ground.

Their hands gripped the ground as they tried to crawl toward the soldiers.

Its mouth opened, emitting a silent roar.

The soldiers ignored this and, holding sharp arrows, plunged them into the heads of the mutilated bodies one by one.

When they were whole, no one was afraid, let alone now that they are in pieces.

Puff! Puff! Puff!
The sound of something piercing a skull kept ringing out.

The light of the soul fire died down, and the battlefield gradually returned to calm.

Imperial laborers gradually entered the battlefield, carrying away the soldiers' corpses one by one.

The remains of those dead were all burned.

There is no time left for wizard apprentices to collect materials from ordinary undead.

Only the corpses of powerful undead will be transported back to the rear.

The firelight illuminated the soldiers' tired but determined faces.

Gunle, his left hand gripping the giant axe, was panting heavily.

His armor was filthy, but his eyes still burned with fighting spirit.

Gunther's right hand was trembling slightly.

It wasn't fear, but muscle fatigue from fighting for too long.

Da da da.

The sound of steady footsteps rang out, and Gunther instinctively raised his battle axe.

His movements clearly froze.

"His Majesty."

Gunle paused for a moment, his loud voice immediately attracting the attention of the surrounding soldiers.

The soldiers turned around and immediately knelt down.

Gunle hurriedly knelt down on one knee, but was stopped by a pair of strong hands.

"No gifts."

Rod used his arm to help Gunle up, then looked at the soldiers around him.
"Get up, everyone. It's time to rest or clean up the battlefield."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Everyone responded in unison.

Rod looked away, showing no disgust at the filth on Gunle's body, and patted him hard on the shoulder.

This silent gesture made Gunther grin and smile.

"Your Majesty, you shouldn't have come here."

Remembering something, Gunle said, "This place is too filthy, and there might still be undead alive."

"What? You guys are fighting to the death up front, and I don't even dare to set foot on the battlefield after the battle?"

Rhodes reached out and adjusted Gunther's armor.
"When did I become so delicate?"

"Yes."

Gunle scratched his head and couldn't help but laugh.

A moment of silence.

Rhodes's gaze swept across the ravaged battlefield.

"Has the death toll been tallied yet?"

"not yet……"

Gunle let out a long sigh, "But quite a few brothers have fallen here."

The number of undead is too great, and they are fearless of death. No matter how strong the ordinary soldiers are, their strength is limited.

"There's no other way, Your Majesty. People always die in war."

Gunther looked at the silent Rhodes and said, "And I think the brothers who survived have all changed..."

I know that you've changed too.

Rhodes turned around and looked at Gunle with a serious expression. "This is just the beginning."

After saying this, Rhodes patted Gunther's armor and turned his back on the battlefield.

Following Rod's silhouette, the eastern horizon began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

The light of dawn grew brighter and brighter. (End of Chapter)