You were made to farm, and now you're the emperor of an empire?

Chapter 281 Then let the gods punish me!

Lysa's magic is most effective on the night of a full moon.

The night of the second day was a bright moonlit night.

She used the moonstone to draw power from the moonlight, which she then used to amplify Gvir.

Roman had excellent eyesight and could vaguely see a faint glow on the two people's skin, like moonlight.

Lysa's performance also earned Roman's approval, increasing Gweil's spell effects by about one-third.

Turning 1 mu of land into 1.3 mu is quite an efficiency.

After all, she was just a low-ranking witch.

Roman and the others will see if they can pull her out of the pool and level her up.

The stronger Lysa's innate spells are, the better; ideally, they should be made into universal spells.

Or rather, most common spells are derived in this way.

The witches possessed a relatively complete system of magic.

There are dozens of general-purpose spells alone.

A mid-level witch only needs to be proficient in a dozen or so common spells.

These universal spells were originally the innate spells of certain witches.

Every system is built from scratch.

For example, a witch awakens and her innate spell is mental shock.

She tried to teach this spell to other witches, but found that they did not have her talent. So she had to lower the barrier to entry and improve the spell.

This eventually led to the development of universal spells.

For that awakened witch, mental attacks were instinctive; she used them even by blinking, and with tremendous power.

Other witches, however, must first learn the Alpha Sign, using hand gestures to increase their success rate. They must try repeatedly, fail repeatedly, and gradually master the spell until they can cast it without hand gestures, only then can they be considered to have truly mastered the magic.

This is the inheritance of civilization, the passing down of its torch.

Even if one day all the witches in the witch forest die, the witches born in the future, if they possess this knowledge, can gradually become stronger.

The Vatican considers it forbidden knowledge and is determined to destroy it at all costs.

……

“Your Highness Roman, you are probably unaware that an evil witch is lurking within your ranks, but the eyes of the Holy See can see all. Your Highness, please assist our search. Once the witch is found, we will surely regard you as a righteous disciple and a gift from the gods.”

That's what the priest in front of me said.

But Roman had no interest in it.

The Pope tried to negotiate with him, claiming that he knew nothing and was kept in the dark. He said that if he handed over the witch, the King of the Valley would receive the forgiveness of the gods, all past grievances would be wiped clean, and he would receive a large sum of money.

The identity of a righteous disciple is also a special claim.

In the world of the gods, there is a claim that he can go anywhere without hindrance, and the doors of churches and monasteries everywhere will be open to him.

Roman sat lazily in his chair, not answering the priest's question. Seeing a figure pass by, he called out, "Gervais, come here."

"Roman, what's wrong?" the King of the Valley asked the priest as she approached.

The priest's pupils contracted sharply, and his hand trembled as he took out the amethyst from his pocket. He saw that inside the flawless crystal was a scene of swirling clouds and bizarre light, as if countless hands were shifting.

Then, the amethyst underwent another change.

Lysa walked over, and the amethyst began to shine with silver light.

He stared at the scene before him, speechless with shock.

The King of the Valley lifted Gwyneth onto his lap, kissed her lightly on the cheek, and then turned to the priest. "Is she the witch you're talking about?"

The priest staggered back two steps, nearly falling on his backside.

At that moment, more footsteps could be heard.

"Oh dear, what's this missionary doing here?"

"Your Highness, I'm so scared." "Won't we cause you any trouble here?"

"He won't burn us to death, will he?"

The witches, whom the priest considered evil, terrifying, and demonic incarnations, passed by him laughing and talking, half in surprise and half in mockery.

The priest's mind went blank for a moment, feeling as if he had stumbled into a den of demons.

“I will report to the Holy See! I will report to all believers!”

He said loudly,

"You will be punished by the gods!"

"Then let the gods punish me!"

The King of the Valley sat imposingly on his throne, his face rugged, his thick hair flowing down his shoulders, his crimson eyes blazing. His movements were relaxed, his demeanor composed, like a newly matured lion, his presence exuding dominance and confidence. One hand rested on the armrest, the other around the witch's waist. She leaned against him obediently, like a fawn, an overwhelming, suffocating aura of power emanating from him.

……

July in early autumn.

It was an ordinary season, and also a very convenient season for deploying troops.

Duke Gael the Cracked Armor and Pirate King Alex are preparing for their final battle on the northern front. The former has suffered repeated defeats and his army has been decimated several times, but he has always managed to rebuild. Now, this is his last battle against the pirates. If he loses, the Black Iron Lands will lose the entire northern battlefield, while the pirates will be able to take advantage of the situation and advance into the heart of the Black Iron.

It was at this time that many birds flew from the monastery to the distant holy city.

Several days later, even more birds flew from the Holy City to the entire world of the gods.

Like a pebble dropped into a dark well, the ripples linger for a long time.

This was a major upheaval in the world of gods.

A knight of the Black Iron, a lord of the conquerors, openly protects an evil witch and shelters a witch who wreaks havoc on the holy city.

The gods call the valley guardians "blasphemers"!
The believers all believed that the arrogant and conceited young king was courting his own destruction.

With the Grand Duke of Cracked Armor unable to attend to other matters, the Grand Duke of Raging Tides secretly approving, and the Grand Duke of Oak observing coldly, the world of gods, after a century, began to operate at full capacity.

The believers all believed that they would launch a holy war that would go down in history.

The glory of the gods will be spread, and divine authority will be elevated to the highest position. Those proud secular nobles and kings will tremble and be terrified, and eventually kneel down under the glory of the gods.

The Papacy and nobles close to it organized a holy war army of 20,000 to punish the blasphemer Roman.

The first to fight the blasphemers were not the regular holy army.

Instead, several priests from outside the area heard about this and secretly organized a group of unaffiliated believers.

Fight for the gods, and vow to take the head of the blasphemers!

Roman showed considerable respect to such a fanatical believer.

He ordered his men to behead the leader, and captured nearly three thousand people, along with seventy or eighty dilapidated boats—these people were dirt poor, and some boats even had a few skinny sheep on them; it was unclear whether they were moving or coming to fight.

"How dare they?" Roman sighed softly.

Is it that he can't lift the knife anymore, or have these idiots gotten too cocky?

After assessing their situation, he did not attack them while they were crossing the river. Instead, he waited until they had all reached the shore before ordering his troops to move forward and capture them.

It is said that this is not their full size; there are several thousand more behind them.

There's no boat, so they can't get across.

Roman felt it was a pity.

Treating prisoners of war is not as simple as treating slaves.

Food is scarce now; slaves get two meals a day, while prisoners of war only need one.

Moreover, Roman could get them to do special jobs without feeling any guilt—such as being miners and mine blasters, and those who didn't cooperate would be hanged.

By mid-July, the Vatican's response could be described as swift.

Even so, the regular punitive expeditionary force will not arrive until next month.

(End of this chapter)