Mystery Makes Me Strong

The Roots Empire, Lancelot I, His Majesty the Supreme Emperor, the Lords of Roots, Tania, Fitria......

Lead the army in person!

The news spread throughout the empire!

The old nobles are excited!

Farmers have hope!

Almost everyone is spreading the word about this legendary emperor, the first God-Chosen who unified many human kingdoms!

"He will definitely be able to eliminate the rodent problem like last time!"

"It's not a rat plague, it's a demon tide!"

"It's all the same, last time the emperor was able to defeat the bull-headed demon god, this time he can also defeat the rat-headed demon god!"

In every tavern, every post station, and every street, people are scrambling to pass on the legend of His Majesty the Emperor!

They desperately need a hero, an invincible hero!

In a city that was being ravaged by rats, it became the first stop of His Majesty the Emperor.

"Harrett, use the ice storm!"

"Libis, use your death magic!"

"Elgar, bring someone to transfer the people!"

Lancelot fully cheered up.

At this moment, he was like Grouchy trying to make up for his mistakes, missing the reinforcement at Waterloo, and then trying to make up for it.

He issued one impeccable order after another. In the mind link, he opened all the maps and saw the core of the mice.

Kill the strongest and most organized red-eyed male rat, kill the most fertile red-eyed female rat...

Half a day later, the city was recovered.

Most of the people were rescued.

They lay on the ground and thanked the emperor.

Then they made even more embarrassing demands.

"Our food has been eaten up by endless rats, please be merciful to us, His Majesty the Emperor." The city lord, an old nobleman, pleaded.

"Take your people and go to the fief of ***. There is the largest food reserve in the empire. I will issue an order for you." Lancelot decisively signed a relief order.

It was impossible for him to bring so many people with him. He just selected hundreds of warriors with the most fighting spirit to join his guards.

His current guard army consists of 300 professionals, 600 knights, and 100 great knights.

There is also a support staff of 1,000 people.

The composition of the guards is very complete, and the space warehouse skills are naturally available.

The support staff are mainly cooks, grooms, blacksmiths and medical staff.

He immediately moved on to the next city.

Don't give the rats time to breathe.

He wants to be fast, to be fast, and to be fast!

The second city went down again.

The big mouse thought that his red-eyed giant mouse was already comparable to the strongest cleric, but that was when the skill combination was excluded.

His vision finally became fatal.

After the skills are combined, field control, output, treatment, and mobility can exert hundreds of times of combat effectiveness.

For example, there is a skill that is superimposed output, the more damage the enemy receives, the more damage will be superimposed.

If there is no control skill, the mouse army of the big mouse can take turns to take damage times, each time the damage is only enough to make a minor injury.

But the opponent used control skills such as mud and thorns, it was difficult for the mice to rotate, and the mice in front were quickly superimposed with full damage.

There are countless skills like this.

Level 45 is enough to master most low-level skills.

His Majesty the Great Emperor is as powerful as a bamboo.

However, the other teams of clergy guarding from all walks of life just stick to it, making it hard for people to understand!

Many nobles, court ministers, and well-informed people from all over the place talked about it:

"Why don't they cooperate with His Majesty the Great Emperor's battle!"

"Didn't you say that the clergy are united as one?"

"Although the great emperor is invincible, he only has 300 priests. He defeated his opponent back then with 5,000 people!"

Everyone was very worried.

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"Hmph, greed is the biggest weakness of their clergy. No matter how united the faction is, it will fall apart after ten years!"

The big mouse looked as expected.

That being the case, he will kill the Great Emperor!

Go straight to the vital points of the Chinese army!

Killing the emperor, he will have the greatest majesty, and he can rely on the emperor's head to frighten each area!

How Lancelot became emperor, the nobles know best, they will tell it almost every family gathering!

After defeating the coalition forces of the nations, the nations had to recognize his strength, his prestige, and his achievements!

And his achievement is very simple, he only needs to order the red-eyed mice to stop destroying, and let the farmers pay the ordinary mice!

Killing countless people first, causing countless people to panic, and not killing them in the end is the greatest achievement and the greatest kindness!

His father, the count, had taught him this long ago.

So the whip and the black bread are necessary in taming the peasant, and finally the stake.

"Brother, can we succeed?" Sister Weir asked worriedly while hugging the puppy.

"After I did this, I have succeeded." The big mouse said lightly.

Will was silent.

She knew what her brother meant. He caused this chaos, and he was destined to be remembered forever, either as a devil, or a demon god...

In short, no one will forget each other.

As for himself, he is probably a monster, a high-level monster.

She backed away silently.

What she can do is to prevent the mice she raises from eating people.

For other things, she can't go against her brother's wishes.

She returned to a half-mountain palace.

It used to be a summer palace built by a certain Marquis for himself.

The location is halfway up the mountain, very cool in summer.

She was standing by a cliff, and the little panda and the little milk dog were standing with her, all meditating.

Three species, three ideas.

What should I do?

How should the world be cleared?

Where is the fun in this world?

"Why didn't you stop the two of them? Look at how many people they have killed? You have failed your master's instruction, you are not worthy of being a dog!" The little panda asked the little milk dog seriously.

Of course Weir couldn't see it.

After finally having this opportunity to embarrass the Great Demon King Xiaohuan, the little panda must not let it go.

"Woof, woof, woof!" The little milk dog bit the little panda's arm, but it only bit off a pile of hair.

"Bah, bah, bah!" The little milk dog spit it out quickly.

"Hahaha!" The little panda rolled all over the floor and finally won the game.

"Wang!" The little milk dog flew up and kicked the little panda down the mountainside.

It is quite now.

Weil didn't notice what happened next to him.

She stared blankly at the distance, where there was a fire, and there were some faint wailing sounds.

It was because of these wailings that she hid back to the palace on the mountain.

"Do you want to watch your brother become a demon god?" She muttered to herself.

Although she couldn't understand many things, she knew at least one thing: revenge should not be done on innocent people.

Those who hurt them are priests, why kill ordinary people, ordinary farmers?

They and they have never met, but hate each other.

It's really weird.

She couldn't figure it out.

The little milk dog hangs its head, boring people, boring world, but unfortunately it doesn't have any hangs, and it will be caught and killed when it goes out.

And now, it is also said to be "the three white dogs next to the demon god", if you go out, you will die.

God knows, it never killed a single bird.

...

The little panda left contentedly, and was relieved knowing that his old enemy was unhappy now.

It came to Youngwit again.

"It seems that His Majesty the Great Emperor has awakened." It said to Yang Weite like this.

"As I said, life is born from the fall." Yang Weite was not surprised.

He's not the kind of riddle guy, and he doesn't know how to do any tricks.

He gave the template to the other player, that is, he gave it all, without any reservations, just to see if they could dig to the end.

In real online games, there are also many levels that are difficult to level up. They level up every day for a year, but they can't get up to a level. There is no shortage of them.

What's more, there is no monster refreshing mechanism in reality.

But he didn't want to explain too much, no matter how much he explained, he would still be killed by a single shot.

Well, he still remembers the past when he was shot and killed by the old Popsicle.

They are all sad people.

"Then do you think he can put down the rat plague this time?"

"I never guarantee that a person can or cannot do one thing."