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

Chapter 394 The Tip of the Iceberg of the Dark Ocean

"Stop, this is not our world." A noble figure stepped out of the stone coffin, with silver hair and silver eyes. Even after death, her spirit emitted specks of silver light, pure and radiant.

It was Lord Nol of the Silvermoon, a man of noble character, clear-headed reason, and who valued honor, and whose life remained largely unchanged even after his death.

“We’ve all become like this…” The witch refused to turn around.

"It's all over now. My moon, I was worried about you before I died, so I never left."

He is the Silvermoon Lord, the most powerful Silvermoon Knight.

He said he was worried about her...

She secretly cursed him for a hundred years in the darkest and deepest tomb, and he accompanied her for a hundred years, right beside her, with two stone coffins standing side by side.

Now he too has been awakened, just as she has been awakened by her descendants.

The girl below stood there, her body containing the power of the Silver Moon, but the power was too weak. Angus was the crystallization of their love, displaying unparalleled talent from birth. He could become a high-ranking knight or a powerful mage, truly the son of the Silver Moon.

But his birth was a tragedy.

Angus probably never dared to look directly at the moon in his entire life, nor would he dare to reveal his identity to reunite with them, because he was helpless and could only live a life of hiding his identity and eking out a living.

Diana couldn't even bear to think about the life Angus had lived, as evidenced by the fall of his descendants into obscurity.

The Silver Moon lineage was exiled and reduced to commoners, losing both wealth and status, having lost everything.

Is that a life that a human being can live?
Diana cried out, "Our child..."

“Angus is gone, that’s a fact. He fell like rain on the mountains, like wind blowing on the grass, as did all living things on earth. May the moon comfort his soul…” he said, then continued. “But we are still talking, my moon. I value you more. Don’t do anything pointless anymore.”

"I curse them!!" The moon wept blood.

"You have been cursed for a hundred years, please stop suffering. My moon, I will stay with you, but I can't bear to see you cry, otherwise my heart will break too."

The lord before me truly possesses the bearing of an ancient knight.

He was handsome and of noble birth, from an era ruled by conquerors, and inherited the virtues befitting a lord: gentle and compassionate, humble and honest.

The noble lord looked at Lysa and said in a clear and firm voice, "We are but remnants of the past. Darkness is approaching, and the radiance of the silver moon has brought us before you. This was a mistake. Take it with you. Only in this way can the mistake be corrected; otherwise, everything will be irreversible."

Noel said it himself. He stopped Diana, so Lysa no longer felt that immense pressure.

Lysa trusted her honest and reliable ancestor, and she reached out her hand, finally taking the coveted Silver Moon Gem into her grasp.

The eerie gemstone emitted a cold, icy glow. Its texture was like ice, deathly pale.

Lysa shivered involuntarily. She stared at the Moon of Death she held in her hands, feeling the powerful curse contained within the Silver Moon Gem—a hatred for all living things.

Diana poured all her hatred and despair into the Silver Moonstone, corrupting its very essence.

Let it become dusty, corroded, and polluted!

Let it be evil, and let it poison the world!
Take it away, and the gem's self-cleaning ability will restore it to its original state, but Diana will be doomed afterward...

Lysa bowed slightly to Noel, then resolutely turned away with the Silver Moon Gem in her hand!

"Do not!!!"

Seeing this, Diana finally lost control.

Those who follow stand in front, and your loved one stands behind...

They didn't want her to wreak havoc on this land...

"Noel!" she screamed unconsciously, losing her mind. Her spiritual features were grotesque, and she had become a complete slave to the curse.

Powerful dark magic surged from her spirit, violently impacting the entire tomb!

"You must leave quickly." Noel could no longer maintain his noble and compassionate demeanor; seeing his lover reduced to this state, his face was filled with anguish. But he was clear-headed and rational; he knew what he was doing and what he should do.

He had met the former king Ionus, who had not yet gone to the Sea of ​​the Dead, when he was young. Ionus was a true lord of the human race!
boom!
The stone coffin shattered!

A figure in silver armor, carrying a heavy sword, emerged from the crowd. The armor was light and its metal surface was engraved with spells that could ward off the invasion of dark magic.

The Silvermoon Lord stood in the dark tomb.

Noel's figure was noble and elegant, and his armor shone brightly and clearly!
Even after being buried for a century, it still shines brightly!
In a trance.

Lord Silvermoon seemed to have returned to that banquet a hundred years ago. He once again extended an invitation to her, politely and softly.

"My moon, please sleep here with me forever."

As Noel said those words, it was as if she saw Diana again—beautiful, ethereal, confident, and proud.

Their meeting was not a mistake. At that time, he was on his second trip to Blackburg, still a minor, merely the heir to the Silvermoon, handsome yet naive, an outstanding nobleman and beautiful young man. Diana, on the other hand, was an unfathomable witch, hailed as the strongest witch since the Conquerors left, while the Thunder Witch was still relatively unknown at that time.

That banquet, that cool night, the full moon brighter and clearer than ever before. The witch had secretly seized the heart of the noble youth, who believed it to be fate… Now she had become this, paranoid and insane, devoid of her former glamour, stripped of all dignity and pride. She roared hysterically, driven entirely by resentment, ugly and wicked.

The spirit has no tears. Noel said sadly, "I will accept everything about you—your pride, your beauty, your depravity, your evil. I will stay with you forever—I swore an oath to love and be with you until the end of our lives, and now I will fulfill it!"

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his dazzling silver hair fluttering, his silver eyes burning with a determination that seemed to ignite his soul.

"I will never let you go astray or leave me!"

Noel raised the Silvermoon Greatsword, leaped into the air, and his whole body burst forth with dazzling pure silver light, slashing towards Diana in mid-air—without the blessing of the Silvermoon Gem, her aura had dropped significantly, but she was still a seated witch.

Boom!

A clash of ultimate strikes and magic!
The stone pillars cracked, the tomb trembled, and rubble fell!
Lysa and Green sensed the fighting behind them and felt a chill run down their spines.

Noel is definitely a high-ranking knight, stronger than all the White Knights.

The mention of nobles who committed adultery with witches.

The first person that comes to mind is Roman the Blasphemer, followed by Lord Nor the Silvermoon; there have only been two such cases in the last hundred years.

The impacts of both are similar, and equally severe.

Both sides ultimately faced the prospect of being surrounded by enemies on all sides, with hundreds of thousands of troops stationed outside.

Silvermoon Ridge was besieged for over two years, forced to retreat to its isolated mountain peaks, suffering from chronic food and water shortages, and even its high-ranking knights were exhausted. Faced with such a predicament, no amount of help could have been of any use.

The battle between Noel and Diana was extremely brief, but its destructive power was astonishing; load-bearing stone pillars were destroyed, the crypt collapsed, and the foundation caved in.

Until Lysa and Green escaped.

The witch held the silver moon gem high in the courtyard, aiming it at the bright moon in the sky.

Wow!
From afar, the precipitous Silver Moon Ridge suddenly releases thousands of silver rays of light!
It looked as if a second moon had risen over the earth!
The light was bright and clear, exceptionally soft, and clearly visible for miles around, purifying all the eerie atmosphere.

"Aaaaaah!!" Diana, underground, sensed everything outside and let out a desperate scream.

She should have awakened in the dark ages of the future, merged with the completely corrupted Silver Moon Gem, and returned as a catastrophe!
But she was awakened prematurely and had already lost all her chances.

Unless she gets the jewel back, everything will be as if nothing ever happened.

But! Noel! Noel! Noel!
The person who loves her most and the person she loves most!

Even if he were to transform into a demon, so what if he wasn't around...?

pain!It hurts so much!
"Ah! Isabella! Do you think stopping my awakening will stop all of this?!"

"Just you wait and see!"
"In the future, natural disasters like mine will still ravage the earth!"
"Those lost ancient evils will return!"

"That was the Dark Age that no one could stop!!"

"Mortals! Despair and tremble!!"

The piercing voice echoed from the collapsed tomb, reaching Grimm and Lysa's ears, sending a chill down their spines and raising goosebumps. It was like ants sensing the impending doom, or like birds inadvertently glimpsing the tip of an iceberg in a dark ocean.

Boom!

Silver moonlight shone from the depths of the ancient castle.

In that last glimmer of moonlight, Lysa seemed to sense something. She looked back and saw the entire building collapse with a deafening roar; the foundation was unstable, the floor had caved in, and it resembled a giant tomb.

She inexplicably recalled that vow—that Noel and Diana would love each other and be together forever, even unto death.

Now they kept their vow and never parted until death. She unconsciously recalled the family motto—the Silver Moon's Witness.

Lysa held the Silver Moon in her hands and inexplicably sensed something from it. It was the spirit that the Silver Moon family had passed down from the dark ages of the past, which had been interrupted for a hundred years and was now being continued.

Bathed in the light of the newly formed silver moonstone, Green felt an unprecedented sense of ease and comfort, as if he had been reborn.

But Silvermoon Castle was still not a place to stay for long.

"Let's go!"

“Wait, there’s something else,” Lysa said hastily, as she still needed to find certain things here.

……

The distant holy city of the Narrow Sea.

The Holy See suddenly realized something.

Soon, churches throughout the country received the Holy See's decree—

"The curse of Silvermoon Ridge has dissipated, and the brewing calamity has no chance of resurrection. Send the knights of the gods closest to Silvermoon Ridge to reclaim the gem and settle scores with the descendants of Silvermoon—do not let it fall into the hands of the blasphemer Roman!"

(End of this chapter)