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

Chapter 305 Bloodline Curse

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at the same time.

In the backyard of the palace, at the royal training ground.

Under the afternoon sun, the tall and slender Princess Atreus, holding an exquisite longsword, leaned back in her chair, panting heavily.

The maid carefully wiped the sweat from the princess's forehead and respectfully brought a silver cup filled with fruit wine to her lips.

Atrei took the drink and drank a couple of sips, then stood up and looked at the white-haired man sitting next to her.

The wrinkles on the man's face made him look like he was in his sixties or seventies.

But he was full of energy, and his sharp eyes gleamed with intelligence.

“Come on, Professor Carlos.”

Atley wore a smile and was very respectful.

"I am willing to serve you, Your Highness."

Carlos stood up, while Princess Atreia took the initiative to move forward and stand further away from the rest area.

The servants around her showed no surprise at the princess's behavior, as if they were already used to it.

Carlos stood still, waiting for Atelier to take her place before slowly speaking.
"Remember, be decisive when you draw your sword."

Carlos said somewhat seriously, "You were too hesitant just now and didn't have the courage to fight to the death, which is why you lost in the end."

“If your longsword had not flinched, I would have been more seriously injured just now.”

"I remember, teacher."

Atley nodded seriously, quickly adjusting her posture to prepare for another attack.

Just then, unnoticed by anyone, a faint wisp of blood-red mist drifted behind Atrie and, as if it were alive, burrowed directly into Atrie's body!
"puff!"

Just as Atreus was about to draw her sword, she suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood!

Dark red blood instantly stained the earth. Atelier lost control and knelt on the ground, clutching her chest in pain!

Almost simultaneously, a faint golden light emanated from Atreus, allowing her to support herself and prevent her from collapsing.

"Your Highness!"

Carlos cried out and rushed over, "Your Highness, what's wrong, Your Highness?!"

"I...I don't know either..."

Atreus clutched her chest, her face deathly pale.

The guards quickly surrounded Carlos, and the maid, her face filled with terror, knelt on the ground to support Atreus's body.

"Go find a doctor!"

Carlos gave the order loudly.

Without any hesitation, the guard quickly ran out.

Atreus reached out and struggled to remove the necklace from her neck.

It is a gold necklace with a gray gemstone set in the pendant.

The gemstone was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, as if it had been subjected to a violent impact.

"The Guardian's Wall that my father gave me has run out of energy..."

Atreus's voice was weak as she strained to look up at Carlos, "Was I just attacked by magic?"

"It seems so."

Carlos frowned, his words filled with uncertain doubt.

Cracks have appeared in the Guardian's Wall that was blocking damage, indicating that it has been attacked by magic.

Carlos didn't see anyone casting spells around him, and the eldest princess was attacked for no reason.

Just as Carlos was pondering, a heart-wrenching female voice suddenly rang out.
"Help! Please save the Seventh Prince!"

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Windsong Hills, where the Western Alliance and the Shattered Rock Empire meet.

Hidden deep within the underground ruins, in a secret chamber.

The air was thick with the smell of dampness and decay.

The ancient, mottled stone wall is like a cabinet, covered with compartments, on which are placed skulls that flicker with a faint firelight.

Thick stone pillars stood around the secret chamber, with broken statues and the corpses of knights hanging on them, and the tattered armor gleamed with a cold metallic luster in the firelight.

The entire secret room was deathly silent.

Just then, a skull inside the stone cubicle suddenly began to tremble violently, and the flames flickered wildly.

"Click——"

A series of sounds emanated from inside the skull, and a dark red liquid began to seep from the cracks.

The liquid slid down the stone wall, slowly gathering together as if it were alive, forming a human shape.

Skeletons materialized from nothingness like ghosts, while flesh and blood entwined around the bones like vines, writhing and reshaping.

"Hiss--"

The sound of flesh growing and coalescing was particularly jarring in the silence, followed closely by pale, dry skin that gradually enveloped the blackened flesh.

Legs, abdomen, chest...

It kept spreading, and eventually the hair sprouted from the flesh, covering the withered and ugly face.

—Lomisa slowly opened her eyes, a dark red flame flickering in them.

The flame was extremely faint and could go out at any moment.

Lomisa tried to sit up, but her arms were as limp as noodles, and she fell heavily to the ground again.

"Damn..."

A hoarse, weak voice squeezed out of her parched throat.

Her body trembled on the ground, her skin covered with fine cracks, as if it would crumble into powder at the slightest touch.

"Honorable messenger of the soul! How are you?!"

Perhaps having heard Lomisa's curses, Orcas's voice rang out from outside the secret chamber.

"I'm fine, let's continue with our plan!"

Lomisa responded loudly with all her might, but even that seemed to extinguish the light in her eyes.

"Yes, my lord!"

Through the stone door, Orcas answered respectfully.

At this point, Lomisa should have opened the door to let Ocas help her, but she didn't even have the power to open the stone door's seal.

Moreover, Romissa was also worried that her servant, who usually respected her, might make a move at this time.

"what!"

As soon as Ocas left, Lomisa suddenly let out a muffled groan, as if he had been struck by lightning!

His back arched and his limbs twitched!
"puff--!"

Dark red blood gushed from her mouth, sizzling and corroding as it fell onto the stone slab.

"Backlash...this damn backlash..."

Lomisa's face contorted into a grotesque grimace, and she murmured in anguish.
"The fate of destroying royalty is indeed not so easy... even if the world's favor has shifted..."

"Just a death pact and a bloodline curse have cost me over two hundred years of my accumulated resources..."

"Fortunately, they are only direct descendants... any more and I wouldn't even have the power to resurrect them..."

As the soul messenger of the Church of Magic and Death, Lomisa had already crafted a life casket with the power of rebirth.

After death, the faint soul power left in the casket will summon back the broken souls and reshape her body.

The price was that Lomisa lost some of her power and became weak.

But this time, Romisa lost all her strength, and at this moment she was no better than a skeleton.

And it is constantly suffering the backlash from the sacrifices and spells.

This backlash is completely unreasonable during normal spellcasting; it stems entirely from the malice of this world.
—The consequences of stealing the fate of the royal family.

But there was no other way; Lomisa wanted to resurrect the fallen god, so she had to do it.

If the Shattered Rock Empire continues to pass on smoothly and the Seventh Prince grows up to succeed the empire, then the God Lord will be suppressed forever.

"No, I must recover my strength as soon as possible..."

Feeling her fragile and empty body, Lomisa struggled to turn over and crawl toward the nearest stone pillar.

At this moment, she was like an old snail, inching forward step by step.

The mere meters seemed like an insurmountable distance to Lomisa. After a long while, Lomisa finally crawled to the stone pillar and grasped the ankle of the knight's corpse with his withered left hand.

"Come on...it's all mine..."

Lomisa murmured softly, and the knight's corpse began to tremble violently, wisps of blood mist entering her body...

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The emperor's bedroom was shrouded in a thick haze.

A huge chandelier hung from the dome, but only a few candles were lit at the moment.

The heavy silk curtains were drawn tightly, completely blocking out the sunlight.

The air was filled with the scent of incense and herbs, but it couldn't mask the stench of death.

Behind the white gauze curtains, a huge four-poster bed occupied the center of the room.

Emperor Agna lay there quietly, his face pale, his eyes closed, and his lips slightly purple.

His once imposing face now appears calm and empty.

Behind the gauze curtain, the Queen, Carlos, and the Commander of the Royal Guard stood quietly, all with their heads bowed.

He silently gazed at the monarch on the bed.

No one cried, no one wailed, only a stifling, deathly silence.

Agnar's daughters were supposed to stand behind and mourn, but they collapsed, too weak to get up, some even unconscious.

Only Princess Atreia sat in a chair by the bed, her face pale.

Several senior court physicians surrounded the bed.

They have just completed the final checks.

The chief imperial physician was an elderly man with a serious expression, who slowly shook his head.

He confirmed the worst news with everyone.

Upon receiving the final answer, everyone couldn't help but sigh.

Although this emperor was not a benevolent and merciful ruler, he was the cornerstone of the empire and their pillar of support.

The emperor's death was too sudden, and without a crown prince, the empire was bound to fall into turmoil.

Without the emperor's protection, the fate of all the women became uncertain.

The air in the room grew heavier, as if time itself had stopped flowing.

Only the occasional slight crackling of candles and the faint sound of wind outside the window reminded people that life goes on.

The commander of the royal guards walked solemnly to Princess Atreus, who was sitting in a chair.

"Your Highness, how are you feeling?"

The commander of the Imperial Guards spoke softly, but with great concern.

Atreus did not speak.

She should be saying "I'm fine" right now, but the excruciating pain in her chest prevents her from opening her mouth.

In the end, Atreus could only nod with difficulty.

Atelier's reaction made the commander of the royal guards' expression even more serious.

The commander of the royal guards hesitated for a moment, then bent down and squatted in front of Atreus, lowering himself to be the same height as the princess.

"Your Highness, I know you are not feeling well."

"But now, His Majesty has fallen, and the Seventh Prince is young and in a coma. Only you can take charge of the empire."

The commander of the Imperial Guards lowered his voice, "I don't know what decision you will make, but I will stand firmly by your side."

"The Empire needs you, Your Highness."

"Thank you, Commander Manro."

Atelier looked sincerely at the commander of the royal guards, "Please help me seal off the entire palace and forbid anyone from discussing this matter."

"Also, let's not let the news of His Majesty's demise get out yet. We need more time... cough cough cough..."

Perhaps because she spoke too quickly, Atelier began to cough violently.

The maidservant quickly stepped forward to pat Atrie on the back and help her catch her breath.

After a moment, Atrei took a deep breath and continued, "I would like to trouble you again to summon my father's royal advisors, scribes, and finance minister to the council chamber."

“Oh, and that gentleman from the Dawn Society,” Atreus added.

"Yes, Your Highness."

The commander of the Imperial Guards nodded vigorously and immediately turned around to personally deliver the message.

However, in a corner unnoticed by anyone, the maidservant who served the Queen quietly slipped out while everyone was distracted.

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The Royal Palace Council Chamber.

The eldest princess led everyone in discussing the future of the empire.

Although Atreia is now very weak, as the emperor's eldest daughter, she is barely qualified to manage everything.

Therefore, the royal advisors and the commander of the guards suggested publicizing Atreus's achievements to enhance her prestige and win the support of more nobles.

And who to be wary of, who to win over, and how to deal with everything that might happen next, etc.

Luxem listened to all of this quietly.

Lucien didn't know why he was at the Grand Princess's royal meeting, because he had never even met the Emperor before.

Many of the nobles mentioned by the crowd were unknown to Luxen, and he was unable to offer any advice.

So at this moment, Luxembourg could only stare at the emperor's relics on the table.

Judging from the remaining traces of magic on them, Lucien knew that these three items were magical objects.

A ring, a gray-green badge, and a golden shield-like amulet.

But at this moment, all three magical items had been destroyed.

The exquisitely carved ring, once adorned with a gemstone the size of a pigeon's egg, has been shattered into pieces.

The badge looked as if it had been corroded by some kind of potion, emitting an old and decaying smell, and if you got close, you could smell a foul odor.

The golden shield was completely shattered, and even if the fragments were pieced together, the damage was still quite evident.

None of the three magical items could withstand Lomisa's attack.

But her companions had clearly drained Romisa's magic, so why could she still cast such a powerful spell?
"Your Excellency Luxembourg."

Just as Lucien was pondering, Atelier's faint voice brought him back to his attention.

"your Highness."

Luxem nodded slightly. "Please give your instructions."

"Thank you for attending the meeting I am hosting. I would like to say that although I do not yet have control of the Empire, I hope to continue to cooperate with the Dawn Society."

Atreus's smile was somewhat pale as she said directly, "Everything my father promised you still stands, and I am willing to support your research with my personal assets."

Luxen was somewhat surprised, not expecting that Atelier was still thinking about these things at this time.

According to royal custom, once the emperor dies, the previous agreements become invalid.

For example, land cessions and alliance treaties all need to be renegotiated.

Luxen was surprised that Atelier had acknowledged the emperor's previous promise and that her attitude was even better than before.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Lucien quickly nodded and bowed in gratitude.

"Furthermore, Your Excellency Lucien, I hope that Dawn Society can send five wizard scholars to be stationed at the palace."

Artrie said slowly, "I will pay them."

Luxen hesitated for a moment and said, "I'm sorry, I can't make a decision on this matter. It needs to be decided by our wise man."

"No problem, I hope you can give me a reply as soon as possible."

Atley didn't blame her at all; she still had a smile on her face.

"Lord Lucien, do you believe that the injuries my sisters and I sustained were caused by that Romissa?"

“I don’t know either, Your Highness… If my companion Zoya were here, she would know more.”

Luxen couldn't answer any of Atreus's questions, and he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

He let out a long sigh and answered somewhat uncertainly, "I have seen what Romissa looks like. The way her life force was drained from her body is more like the legendary sacrifice of life by church believers."

"But I'm sorry, I don't understand these things..."

Wait, sacrificing lives?
Luxen's eyes widened, and he suddenly realized something.

—If this is indeed a method of casting spells by the Church, then is Bishop Salido very familiar with it?
So why didn't he warn me when he drained Romisa's magic?!
(End of this chapter)