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

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Deep within the royal city of the Cape Kingdom.

Carly stood atop the highest tower of the palace, gazing eastward.

For a moment, her gaze seemed to pierce through a thousand miles.

There, the undead army that once belonged to her is now scattered across the land, becoming wandering undead monsters.

Most of them were completely destroyed by the army of the Flame Dragon Empire.

“Rhodes…”

Carly recited the emperor's name in a cold voice, with a calm resentment.

Those armies of the dead were the foundation upon which she returned to her divine throne.

And now, all of that has been destroyed by a mortal.

"My Lord..."

A necromancer dressed in black robes knelt behind her, his voice trembling, "Thirty-seven necromancer apprentices have all been killed, and their souls have vanished..."

If the soul does not return, it will not even have the chance to become a spirit of the dead.

Carly didn't turn around; her gaze remained fixed on the distance.

"Where is the army of the Flame Dragon Empire now?"

“Clean up the remaining minions on the spot and destroy our land.”

The necromancer's voice trembled even more, and he dared not look up.

"Pass on the order."

She finally turned around, her eyes flashing crimson.

"All remaining undead troops shall be withdrawn to the royal city, and all outlying strongholds shall be abandoned."

"Yes, my lord."

The necromancer retreated, trembling.

When Carly was the only one left in the tower, the calm on her face gradually turned into a ferocious expression.

The stone railing groaned under her weight, and cracks appeared in the blink of an eye.

"Rhodes, never provoke the bottom line of the gods."

Carly slowly closed her eyes.

The spirits of the royal city seemed to sense something, and all looked up at the tower.

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A week later.

The atmosphere in the royal palace was solemn.

The twelve necromancers knelt on either side of the hall, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Carly sat on the throne, her crimson eyes sweeping across the crowd below.

Her gaze finally settled on the Black Knight.

She once appointed him as the commander of the undead legion.

"you,"

Carly's voice echoed in the hall, "Is there anything you want to say?"

The black-armored knight's body began to tremble.

Although he had become a spirit and lost most of his emotions, the divine authority was directed at the soul, and he was still afraid.

"The great goddess..."

The Black Knight's voice was hoarse and trembling, "Your humble servant sincerely repents to you..."

"You don't need to repent."

"Failure requires someone to take responsibility."

Carly reached out, her withered fingers pointing at the Black Knight's forehead.

"And you, as the commander, are the best choice."

"no, do not want……"

The black-armored knight tried to retreat, but his body was firmly bound by divine power, and he could not move.

"Your strength is a gift from me."

Carly's voice was cold and ruthless. "Now, it's time to pay it back."

Carly's fingers curled slightly.

Click!

A crack appeared on the black-armored knight's forehead, and the red flames of his soul flickered.

The cracks spread rapidly, instantly covering his entire body.

"what--!"

A piercing scream echoed throughout the hall.

The black-armored knight's body began to disintegrate.

The black armor and bones crumbled into dust in the blink of an eye.

“Waste should have a proper place to go.”

Carly's fingers clenched suddenly.

boom!
The remaining body parts of the black-armored knight exploded instantly!

It transformed into a vast expanse of black mist, all of which merged into Carly's body.

The other necromancers knelt on the ground, trembling and too afraid to speak.

Carly's expression returned to calm, and she asked coldly,

"Is everything I instructed prepared?"

"It's complete, my lord. It's ready to be activated at any time!"

A necromancer with a withered face immediately replied.

Carly stood up. "Lead the way."

"Please follow me."

The old wizard quickly got up and took small, quick steps ahead.

A moment later, underground in the palace.

The altar, made of piled-up corpses and bones, shimmered with an eerie light.

At the base of the altar, hundreds of skeletons remained in a kneeling posture, their skulls facing upwards, their empty eye sockets gazing at the center of the altar, as if in eternal prayer.

The skeleton's bones were covered with a layer of dark red scabs, which shimmered eerily in the dim light.

The second layer of the altar was pieced together from broken bones and limbs, forming twisted runic patterns.

At the top of the altar hung dozens of corpses that were not yet fully decomposed.

These corpses were suspended in mid-air with chains piercing their collarbones.

Their skin had turned bluish-black, their muscles had atrophied, but their eyes remained open—empty and lifeless, yet seemingly gazing at something.

Beneath the corpse was a huge pool of blood, emitting a strong, pungent stench.

At the very front of the altar stood a throne made of human skulls.

Upon seeing the altar, Carly nodded casually and slowly walked toward the throne.

Bend over and sit down.

"Let's begin."

Carly's voice echoed in the empty underground space.

Twelve necromancers knelt on the ground.
"In the name of the great dead and the goddess of vengeance, I proclaim to all the dead."

"Our Lord has awakened from the long river of time,"

"Now you lowly servants, offer your souls and fires to lift our Lord back to His throne..."

The eldest necromancer spoke with a trembling voice, beginning to chant an ancient incantation.

Other necromancers began to chime in.

His voice was hoarse and low, like an echo from a grave.

As the incantation was chanted, the blood pool began to boil, bubbling up one blood bubble after another.

Blood mist rose, condensing in the air into strands of crimson energy.

The corpse's eyes lit up instantly!
"Ah...ah..."

The corpses emitted low groans, and wisps of grayish-white energy drifted from their mouths, swirling around the altar.

boom!
The altar shook violently!

The entire underground palace began to tremble!
The skulls piled up on the altar all lit up with eerie green flames!

Hundreds of skeletons, hundreds of pairs of eyes burning with eerie green flames, all stared at Kali in the center of the altar!
Immediately afterwards, countless grayish-white, semi-transparent figures appeared, their outlines twisting and deforming in the air like human figures!
They let out mournful howls, as if resisting something.

However, they had no choice but to be torn apart and converge towards the white bone throne in front of them, merging into Carly's body!

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On the edge of the Corrupted Lands, in the military camp of the Flame Dragon Empire.

Rhodes stood on the makeshift command platform, looking at the map in front of him.

On the map, a red line starts from the Corruption Lands and extends all the way to the capital of the Cape Kingdom.

"Your Majesty, according to the scouts' report, the undead army has completely retreated."

Chris pointed to the map and said, "They abandoned all the outer outposts and retreated entirely to the royal city."

"It seems that Carly intends to have a final battle with us in the royal city," Rhodes said thoughtfully.

"should be."

Chris nodded. "But that's fine too. Concentrating on a decisive battle is much easier than clearing out outposts everywhere."

"Don't be careless."

Rhodes cautioned, "Kali is an ancient god who has been resurrected. Even if her power has not been fully restored, she is still far beyond what mortals can compare to."

Since Carly was able to wait thousands of years to revive, she would never give up hope so easily.

"Your Majesty, please rest assured."

Chris wore a confident smile.
"Our soldiers are now equipped with new enchanted gear, and their combat effectiveness is conservatively estimated to have doubled." He paused, then continued...

"According to the Alchemy Workshop's report, the assembly line rune array can now reliably produce equipment with four different enchantment effects."

"Although the output is not high, it is enough to arm an elite force."

"Three enchantment effects?"

Rod's eyes lit up. "Which three?"

"Exceptionally sharp, armor-piercing, elemental enhancement."

Chris explained in detail, "Longswords and battle axes can be enchanted with fire and lightning, which can deal extra damage to the undead."

"good."

Rhodes nodded in satisfaction. "Prioritize equipping the Vanguard Regiment and the Winter Iron Guard."

"While Lucien and Linda are getting to know the situation at the front, let everyone familiarize themselves with the new weapons and equipment as quickly as possible."

"Understood, Your Majesty."

Chris nodded emphatically and said with a smile, "Gunner is probably going to be ecstatic right now."

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The vanguard regiment's military camp in the Flame Dragon Empire.

Günler stood at the edge of the training field, watching the transport convoy slowly approaching in the distance.

His eyes lit up immediately, and he couldn't help but grin.

That wasn't an ordinary transport vehicle.

Each vehicle was pulled by four strong military horses, making a heavy rumble as it rolled over the ground.

Even more striking is that the carriages are made of fine oak, with metal frames inlaid on the surface, and a prominent imperial dragon flag hanging on them.

"I'm coming!"

A sharp-eyed soldier shouted.

Soldiers poured out one after another from tents, training grounds and other corners, shouting loudly.

Instantly, the entire Vanguard Regiment's base erupted in excitement.

"Stop right there!"

Gunle roared, his face stern.

The soldiers immediately stopped, but their eyes remained fixed on the transport vehicles.

"Line up!"

Gunle walked to the center of the training ground and stared at the eager soldiers.

"Look at the state you're in! You look like a pack of hungry wolves eyeing meat!"

"Boss, that's new equipment!"

A young soldier couldn't help but say.

In the military, you're addressed by your rank!

Gunther glared at him.
"What's wrong with the new equipment?"

"Does new equipment make you forget discipline? Forget the rules?!"

"Lord Kyle has only been gone for a few days?"

"Did he teach you all to be roasted like meat?"

The soldiers dared not speak, but they could not hide the excitement on their faces.

Gunle turned around and watched the transport trucks slowly come to a stop.

The logistics officer jumped out of the first vehicle and bowed to Gunle.

"Lord Gunle, by order of His Majesty, I have delivered the latest batch of enchanted equipment to the Vanguard Regiment."

"How many sets?" Gunle asked.

Five hundred sets.

The logistics officer replied, "That's all we have for now; the rest will be delivered gradually."

Gunther nodded. "Open it and take a look."

"Yes."

The logistics officer waved his hand, and several soldiers stepped forward and opened the carriage door.

One by one, exquisite boxes were unloaded from the carriage.

The logistics officer personally stepped forward, opened the box, took out a longsword, and presented it to Gunle with both hands.

"Oh my God……"

The soldiers gasped in surprise.

Gunle immediately turned around, glared at everyone, and then took the longsword and examined it carefully.

The longsword gleamed silver in the sunlight, occasionally flashing with a crimson light.

The sword hilt has a simple design, a simple rhombus shape, and no special patterns.

But on it, there was a magic crystal the size of a pigeon egg.

"This longsword is imbued with three effects: exceptional sharpness, armor penetration, and fire enchantment."

The logistics officer offered, "It's powered entirely by magic crystals, requires no gas, and can be used for at least five years. You can give it a try."

"The energy can be recovered after it is depleted, so please instruct the soldiers to keep it safe."

"Ah."

Gunther felt alright, after all, his Bloodthirsty Battle Axe was better than this.

"You try it, I'm not used to using a sword."

Gunle casually handed the sword to his adjutant.

The adjutant was completely dumbfounded.

Three enchantment effects!

The adjutant felt he had eaten well enough, but his sword only had one enchantment effect, and it was the simplest armor-piercing one at that!

Now, a single sword can have three enchantment effects!

"Hurry up, what are you standing there for?"

Gunle gave his adjutant a shove.

"Yes, boss!"

The adjutant carefully took the sword, turned around and ordered the soldiers, "Quickly, bring up the spirits of those prisoners!"

"Yes, my lord."

The soldiers quickly ran into the camp and soon pushed several cages over.

There were several skeletons and rotting corpses locked in the cage.

After the undead legion was defeated, these skeletons and rotting corpses were everywhere and could not be killed off.

In order to train the new recruits, Gunle simply captured some and kept them as pets.

The adjutant waved his hand, and the soldiers opened the cage.

A skeleton staggered out.

Its bones were somewhat damaged, and the flame of its soul burned weakly in its eye sockets.

The adjutant gripped his longsword and walked toward the skeleton.

The skeleton seemed to sense the threat, raised its bone knife, and charged at the lieutenant.

Those who follow Gunther may not be very intelligent, but they are definitely brave.

Seeing the skeleton rushing towards him, he didn't panic at all, and immediately raised his hand to slash with his sword!
click!
The bone knife sliced ​​the skull in two instantly!

The soul fire crackled and burned to ashes in the blink of an eye, dissipating into the air.

The other bones were scattered on the ground, turning into ordinary bones.

"Kill him in one strike?"

The adjutant was stunned.

The key point is that he didn't use any qi; he just swung his sword in an ordinary way.

The training ground was completely silent.

The soldiers looked at the pile of bones and erupted in a deafening cheer!
"That's incredible!"

"One sword! Just one sword!"

The soldiers were so excited they were practically dancing with joy, their faces beaming with excitement.

Gunther watched this scene and a smile crept onto his lips.

"This ordinary skeleton won't do; we need to catch a silver skeleton for you to test your sword."

The adjutant, gripping his sword, was speechless and could only nod frantically.
Gunther quickly hardened his expression again and roared, "Quiet down!"

The soldiers immediately fell silent.

"Did you see that?"

Gunle surveyed the soldiers. "This is the equipment the Empire has given us! This is His Majesty's trust in us!"

"But remember, equipment is just a tool! True power comes from yourselves!"

"Therefore, I hereby announce that we will be conducting field combat training tomorrow!"

"Each battalion will select fifty soldiers to participate in the training and assessment!"

Gunle shouted, "The battalion that kills the most undead will be prioritized for receiving the new equipment!"

"Did you understand?"

"understand!"

The soldier responded loudly, his eyes burning as he stared intently at the carriage.

"Line up to receive it!"

Gunther roared:

"Step forward in order, according to the established plan! Anyone who dares to push, I'll break their legs!"

The soldiers immediately lined up in neat rows and stepped forward to receive their new equipment.

Gunle stepped back behind the crowd and let out a long sigh.

"Finally, it's our vanguard's turn!" (End of Chapter)