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

Chapter 411 Phantom Dream
The whole world was engulfed by a great tide of shadows.

It was dark and deep.

Roman stood alone in the darkness, coldly gazing at the distant battlefield.

Two massive armies, composed of countless blurry figures, clashed fiercely against each other!
Behind each of the two armies, a rising and spreading tide of shadows surged forth.

The cold north cast a ferocious dragon shadow, and the dragons roared in terror.

The dragon's shadow manipulates storms and flames. Sometimes it harvests mortals like mowing grass, and sometimes it falls to the earth severely wounded.

The shadows of the south coalesced into fully armored phantom knights, who rode warhorses formed from the thick fog, charging into the battlefield like red and black ghosts.

The red-armored knight was enveloped in a blood-red aura, while the black-armored knight hurled his demon-hunting spear!
The ancient, savage horns resounded across the battlefield!
The roar of dragons and the neighing of horses filled the air with battle cries that shook the heavens!

People kept falling, but others kept rushing forward!

In this deep, desolate world, everything is an illusion, and that battlefield is distant and unfamiliar.

Roman's cold gaze.

But the battlefield was incredibly boring. Although it was grand in scale, it was still primitive and barbaric, which really gave him no desire to appreciate it.

So he turned his gaze elsewhere, only to find that everything in the world was submerged in darkness, so dark and deep that he could see very little and could not make out anything.

As he shifted his gaze, the distant battlefield quietly disappeared into the darkness, as if nothing had ever happened.

But what did this place look like before it was engulfed by darkness?
Da da da!

Roman seemed to hear some kind of footsteps hidden in the darkness.

Something was approaching him.

The footsteps grew closer and lighter, cautious and careful, like predators in the forest.

But Roman stared into the darkness for a long time, and no one came out.

At that moment, he suddenly smelled a faint scent of sulfur, pungent smoke, and a scorching, malevolent...

……

Shasta felt a pair of hands caressing her body, but she was incredibly tired and still drowsy, so she really didn't want to open her eyes. The owner of the scent was very familiar, and she felt no resistance. She instinctively muttered something, then turned over, leaving her wide open and stretching out her beautiful body.

My hands and body got warmer and warmer, it felt like I was soaking in a hot spring, and I felt a sense of fulfillment.

The Nightmare witch's face and neck gradually regained their color.

She was wide awake, tilting her head and humming softly without saying a word.

"Shasta, I had a dream." Roman lowered his head and nibbled on her soft earlobe, his strong, broad body completely covering her.

"Your Highness, what dream!" Shasta suddenly opened her eyes and stared at him, her eyes like two bright red rubies, her expression dignified and aloof.

Roman was very fond of her delicate and beautiful face. Shasta had an oval face with well-proportioned and harmonious features, and her looks were quite striking. In particular, she was serious and rarely smiled. When doing serious things, she would put on an expression that was either tough or indifferent, naturally giving her an aura that kept people at a distance.

To put it bluntly, he was actually a little excited.

Roman didn't move, but Shasta sensed something was wrong with her body. Her eyes widened slightly, but the swelling sensation grew stronger. Her master's personality was strange; sometimes she didn't know how she had provoked him.

Shasta's face flushed even more, and she pursed her lips tightly, turning her head to look at the stone window.

"What dream?" she asked again.

“The dream of dragons and gods,” Roman whispered in her ear, instantly feeling an incredibly tight embrace. Shasta tensed, her toes curling, then relaxed completely, collapsing onto the bed. She tried to keep her voice calm, but deep in her throat, it felt like she was about to cry.

"I-I know."

Roman reached out and smoothed her messy hair.

Shasta was grateful for Roman's gentle gestures after each encounter, which saved her from humiliation. She had no real status; she could never be his wife, nor his lover, yet she couldn't refuse his advances.

But he still cares about her feelings sometimes, and he never abandons her after the event.

“And another thing.” Roman gently stroked the corner of her mouth.

Shasta nodded slightly, climbed down, and as she opened her mouth, she thought of Roman's answer, a unique charm appearing on her face.

“Do you know what that is?” he asked.

"Your Highness, it was just a dream," Shasta said vaguely. She noticed he was unusually excited today, perhaps due to months of suppressed emotions, or perhaps for something else. If it was the latter, then things were bad.

"Let me hear it."

She hesitated for a moment, then truthfully said, "It was a dream."

Roman suddenly said, "I think you are my dream."

Shasta was suddenly silenced; she didn't know how to answer.

“I’m serious, the Deep Dream is also known as the Dream of the Deep,” she emphasized. Roman looked at the witch, his interest piqued again.

"The more humans come into contact with magic, the more they become entangled with certain things, resulting in a phenomenon called 'phantom dreams,' which those who don't know the truth call nightmares... But most people are just scaring themselves; they're not qualified to have phantom dreams."

Having nightmares is not surprising; no normal person is immune to them.

But Dream is different. When the caster's consciousness sinks, they will dream of a deep and dark illusory world.

“Your Highness, the Dream Realm is intertwined with the fate and life and death of all things in the world—” Shasta pointed out. “My teacher, Lord Thunder, never dreams after becoming a seated witch, because she doesn’t believe in this concept. Her mental power is so strong that she can freely control her dreams, and no one can invade them. But the Prophet is quite certain, because the effects of her spells can only be manifested in the Netherworld.”

"how about you?"

Shasta shook his head and said, "The prophet forbids us from exploring the Netherworld. This is a secret in the Witch Forest, and very few people know about it. Witches are cursed. Because of magic, from the moment we awaken, our fate is closely linked to the Netherworld and the Dreamland."

Only spellcasters would refer to that world as the Netherworld. Scholars call it the Spirit World, and astrologers call it the Astral World.

There are many ways to observe the spirit world. Scholars use sunstones for observation, astrologers use the stars for divination, and witches see it in their dreams.

Of course, this is not absolute; witches can use sunstones, scholars can perform divination, and astrologers can have vivid dreams.

"Anyone who gets involved with Youmeng may lose themselves and never be able to come back."

"So, does that mean I will too?"

"No!" she exclaimed instinctively.

“Don’t be nervous, I just want to understand my dream.” Roman smiled. He had lived on this land for over twenty years and had never felt any reverence for strange and unusual legends. If it hadn’t happened to him, he wouldn’t have paid much attention to it.

After all, he was busy with other things. If it were any other nightmare, it would be over and done with, and it wouldn't matter at all.

But dreams are rather fantastical. Why would someone have such a dream? There must be a reason.

If there is real danger, then find a solution. As long as you don't give up, there are always more solutions than problems.

(End of this chapter)