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

Chapter 432 Silver Moon Domain Dominates the Battlefield
The leader of the demons raised his azure ice blade and pointed it at the battlefield where the Silver Moon Knights roamed.

It emitted a sound, like a long river overflowing its banks, booming and trembling, which quickly reached the ears of all the evil creatures.

The demons received their orders and swarmed toward the Silver Moon Knights to slaughter them.

Herman hadn't been fighting long when he gradually felt heavy all over, and he could barely lift his longsword; it was getting heavier and heavier.

He was greatly surprised.

He has extensive combat experience, and given the current pace of the battle, it is impossible for him to exhaust his stamina.

The only feeling I had was cold!
It was incredibly cold; my skin felt like it was being burned.

These monstrous demons were like blocks of ice radiating cold air, requiring powerful chopping.

Because of his armor, Herman made no defensive moves, believing that the ice blades couldn't cut through his Silver Moon Armor.

At that moment, he suddenly caught sight of the long sword in his hand, and his pupils contracted sharply.

The nimble, sharp sword was covered in frost, while his armor, repeatedly struck by ice blades, was covered in ice shards.

He slashed at another evil spirit, and as he turned to look, he saw that his comrade was in a similar state, struggling to walk, as if he were carrying a heavy load of hundreds of pounds.

“These wretches all possess magical powers,” the witch said.

The Silver Moon Knights broke through the enemy lines in a cone-shaped formation, tearing the battlefield apart like scissors, while the witch was protected in the middle of the scissors, constantly summarizing her experiences.

Gwen said, “Don’t conserve your energy! Use Silvermoon magic to dispel this cold magic. I think if it accumulates too much, it will corrode your weapons and armor. Once it reaches a certain limit, everything will be shattered, including you. Because by then, your skin and armor will be inseparable.”

“Now we’ll engage the enemy, you recover, and then we’ll take turns,” the other witches said.

“I…I understand…” Herman’s teeth were chattering, and he felt ice crystals clinging to his stubble and eyebrows beneath the mask.

As the vanguard, he only killed about twenty evil spirits, and his whole body was almost turned into a living ice sculpture.

Saya drew his magic steel greatsword from his wide black robe, gripped it tightly with both hands, leaped two meters, and cleaved one of the attacking demons in two.

After landing, he rolled over, swung his heavy sword horizontally, and severed the two pale legs of another demon with a swift and clean movement.

When the legless demon fell to the ground still not dead, Saya gripped the sword hilt with both hands, tip pointing downwards, and thrust it heavily into the ground!
Bang!
The demon's body exploded, like ice shattering on a snowfield.

Saya looked at the greatsword and saw that the magic steel greatsword was condensing a layer of white frost at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She freed her left hand, and with her calloused palm, she lightly stroked the sword, and the white frost vanished without a trace.

The other witches also struck with lightning speed.

The most eye-catching one was Monica, who, like Gwen, stood at the pinnacle of mid-level witches. She used the power of the void to crush all five ghouls to death in one go, and with a flick of her sleeve, she swept seven or eight ghouls on the other side away, sending them flying more than ten meters away.

The battlefield was instantly cleared.

Taking advantage of this moment, the Silver Moon Knights trembled and gathered together.

The longer an abnormal condition persists, the worse the physical condition will become.

When they realized this situation, their souls seemed to fall into an icy hell in less than half a minute.

Everyone's teeth chattered, as if their bones were cracking, and their muscles were frozen stiff, like frozen fish, as they struggled to use the Silver Moon spell.

"The radiance of the silver moon illuminates the darkness! The power of the silver moon protects me!"

They stood in a circle, holding their swords horizontally in the air with one hand and drawing intricate hand seals with the other.

This is a spell exclusive to the Silver Moon Knight.

As the protective sign took effect, the silver-white armor emitted a hazy glow, resonating with the sign. Ice shards and frost fell away, and the once frigid body began to regain its temperature.

However, casting spells is not easy; by now, they have lost nearly half of their physical strength.

This was something no one expected.

The demons moved silently and swiftly in the cold night. They were not an ordinary army. If an ordinary army lost 20% of its soldiers, everyone would collapse. But the demons would not. Instead, they would fight to the death. Even after death, they could use their magic to retaliate against their killers, which led to the Silver Moon Knights being reduced to this state.

Now, they are in the middle of the battlefield.

More evil spirits silently surged in, like a cold current.

The battle proved far more difficult than Hermann had anticipated, and he began to feel some regret.

On the other hand, if the Frost Clan cannot withstand the attack, their remaining strength will be completely wiped out.

With just them, they certainly couldn't protect Valya and would have no choice but to flee.
"Frost Clan! Forge ahead!!" shouted the Frost Priest from before.

He was tall, about 2.7 meters, which would make him a high-ranking knight in human society.

He personally led a group of Frost Warriors to attack, preventing the Silvermoon Knights from being isolated and helpless.

With reinforcements diverting attention, the pressure on the Silvermoon Knights dropped sharply.

Herman secretly gave the order, and the knights began to work in perfect unison to assist the Frost Warriors in killing the Fiend.

Although this cannot completely eliminate the curse of the evil spirits, it can lessen the curse.

In fact, the witches believed that anyone who stepped onto this battlefield would be cursed, even without lifting a finger.

This battlefield was cursed when the first evil spirit died here.

The only difference is the degree and the scope.

The Silvermoon Knight also realized that by applying simple defensive spells to the Silvermoon Armor, the abnormal effects of the Fiend Curse could be greatly reduced.

Defensive spells are basic spells and consume little resources. Furthermore, since spells and armor originate from the same source, their resource consumption is even lower.

The tricky part is that evil spirits have more than just curses as a means of dealing with things.

Although most of the Fiends are low-ranking knights, it doesn't mean they lack mid-level and high-level combat power.

However, the high-level combatants among the evil spirits were engaged in a life-or-death battle with the Frost Priests who arrived later.

Hermann was completely absorbed in the battle, and the intense fighting made him forget the passage of time.

All that remained before him was endless slaughter; his physical strength was nearly exhausted, his throat felt like a dried-up spring, and his arms were stiff.

He was adept at using the most energy-efficient tactics, such as deep breathing, to restore his stamina and improve his combat endurance.

But this place wasn't Black Iron; it was a frigid snowfield. Cold snow continued to fall from the sky, and now the ground was more than ten centimeters thick, turning everyone into snowmen.

He even suspected that his lungs were filled with ice shards, piercing his heart and lungs, stealing his strength.

Even weapons forged from mithril developed some chips after numerous collisions with the Demon Ice Blade.

Fierce battles, harsh environments, and unfamiliar alien races...

At first, he wondered if it was necessary to help one race fight against another.

But later on, all those thoughts disappeared.

fighting!

Just fight!

Without exception, those who become Silvermoon Knights are all warriors with the most outstanding talent and the strongest will.

Every time he thought he couldn't go on and was about to die from exhaustion, an extremely faint, gentle force would stimulate his body from who-knows-where, keeping him teetering on the edge of life and death.

They fought until the sky darkened and their bodies were on the verge of collapse.

The whole world suddenly went dark...

'Your Highness, am I... dead?'

Herman suddenly froze.

A silver moon flew down from the sky!

Moonlight poured down from the sky, shining upon all the Silver Moon Knights.

Sacred, pure, tranquil...

The Silver Moon Knights, who were originally lying on the ground, kneeling, barely standing, or frozen into ice sculptures, all experienced a surge of new life from deep within their bodies, like spring water flowing into the parched earth, giving it renewed vitality.

this moment!
The Silver Moon Knights understood. They stood up in unison, forming a circle, gripping their sword hilts with both hands, and planted them in the snowfield. Their noble figures stood there, radiating a pure and bright light.

boom--! !

A powerful force, pure and pristine, erupted forth!

The bright moonlight quickly spread across the entire battlefield, melting away most of the cold curse in the blink of an eye. The temperature rose rapidly, even piercing through the dark clouds in the sky, allowing the moon to cast a soft beam of light onto the battlefield.

'This is—the Silver Moon Realm!'

Herman opened his eyes and turned to look.

A pale-faced young witch emerged from the Frost Tribe behind them.

It was Silver Moon Lysa.

She held the dull, silvery moonstone in her hands.

It's quite obvious. Unleashing a large-scale purification domain nearly exhausted all of the gem's divine power.

The leader of the evil spirits had eyes that burned like black ice.

"A high-ranking human spellcaster? Seeking to purify the Frost Echoes of my race?"

It speaks a language few understand, its tone full of mockery.

It raised its cold-colored blade, aimed it at Silver Moon Lysa, and issued commands to the hordes of evil spirits.

"attack!"

boom!
An ice spear was thrown from behind Lysa, instantly rushing into the battlefield from a hundred meters away. The powerful wind pressure tore through the snow, killing dozens of demons along the way and leaving a very obvious piercing mark on the ground.

The azure ice blade trembled suddenly in mid-air!
Then, everyone witnessed a giantess, over two meters tall, slowly emerge from behind Silver Moon Lysa.

She was tall and beautiful, clad in platinum armor, with snow-white skin, icy blue eyes, rock-like features, a hideous scar on her face, and long white hair that danced wildly in the cold wind.

"Valya!" All the Frostfolk were overjoyed, excited, cheering, and some were even moved to tears!

Exhausted, the witches, upon seeing that figure, unanimously withdrew from the battlefield.

They knew that the Frost Witch had returned.

She will rule this war all by herself!
Valya moved forward step by step, each step covering more than a meter, and she walked faster and faster, from a slow walk at the beginning to a rapid charge later on!
She left the biting cold wind behind!
"Roar!!!"

As she charged forward, she roared, the air vibrating as she charged into the battlefield. Her right hand clenched into a fist, instantly conjuring a spear over three meters long in the air, making her look like a war god as she began to wreak havoc.

Proceeding alone, as if entering an empty field!
In the end, Valya fought her way to the leader of the monsters.

She could tell at a glance that this monstrous creature was of extraordinary status and terrifyingly powerful.

If converted to human standards, it would be roughly equivalent to a sixth or seventh-tier warrior knight, while its demon legion numbered in the thousands.

“Child of Frost…you cannot stop my people. We are merely the first expeditionary force to cross the ice plains.”

Valya looked down at it: "How many herds do you have now?"

The leader of the monstrous creatures laughed coldly: "Endless!"

"I will slaughter all your people and reclaim my homeland!"

"You cannot do it, Frostborn Child. My people are ready to die and will drown your life in death."

Valya responded, "Frost is equally fearless in the face of death."

"Then come on!" The leader of the monsters raised his azure ice blade and aimed it at Valya.

Sonorous!

It suddenly struck Valya's breastplate.

Valya's body remained completely still.

She raised her hand, placed her large palm on the head of the monster leader, and then crushed it with her five fingers.

“Then let’s go!” she murmured, gazing northward.

(End of this chapter)