Farming with Entries: From Lord to Emperor Chapter 626 7: Do You Have a Dream? (3)

In legend, she would also be cursed by her family's ancestors.

"What should we do? She can't be kept in the original place for too long."

Balrog had the sa troubled expression and reported, "Our people have sent word that soone has already begun searching for her in nearby towns!"

Zane also felt his mind was a ss, unable to think of a better plan.

"For now, take her away!"

After thinking for a mont, Zane impatiently waved his hand,

"If it doesn't work, just send her back to Eagle Castle and lock her up there!"

"Ah?"

Balrog imdiately felt a bit ridiculous.

Such a long distance, just to transport a wizard apprentice?

Balrog opened his mouth, wanting to say sothing, but ultimately couldn't think of a better idea.

"Okay, sir, I'll notify them imdiately.

Balrog sighed helplessly.

...

...

The Emperor's orders must not be delayed.

Under the escort of a top knight and three senior knights, Lomisa was smoothly delivered to Riyue City in the Broken Rock Empire.

Originally, the Dawn Church was supposed to escort Lomisa with people from the Dawn Society, but Bishop Salido did not follow due to personal reasons.

But it didn't matter, Lomisa's magic power had already been emptied, and in everyone's eyes, she was now just a defenseless woman.

On the second day after arriving in Riyue City, the Emperor summoned Lomisa.

The grand hall of the Broken Rock Palace was wide and towering, its do upheld by sturdy stone pillars, as if pressing down a mountain.

Huge crystal chandeliers shed brilliant light, illuminating the hall along with wall lamps.

The hall's walls were pieced together with irregular dark granite, the mottled stone surface reflecting a cold, hard glow under the light, with the air filled with the sll of li and iron.

At the end of the hall's center was a giant throne carved from a whole block of rock.

Agna, the current Emperor of the Broken Rock Empire, the twenty-fourth, was sitting on the throne at that mont, quietly scrutinizing everything.

Though past middle age, his gaze remained sharp, posture still upright, exuding a captivating imperial deanor.

Royal guards stood fully ard on both sides of the hall.

They held their longswords at their belts, unmoving like statues, intently staring at the woman kneeling on the ground.

It was the captured Necromancer Lomisa.

Her hands and feet were locked with specially made shackles, her ugly face now incredibly pale, making it even harder to confront.

Yet Agna remained calm, gazing at Lomisa,

"Speak, what exactly is your secret, that you wish to tell personally."

The Emperor's voice echoed throughout the hall.

"Honorable Emperor, the fewer people who know this secret, the better."

Lomisa replied reverently, "So I request you to please remove everyone else from this place."

"Dirty Necromancer, your demand is already excessive."

Agna leaned forward, "You must tell sothing worthwhile now, or your head will hang on Riyue City's flagpole tomorrow."

"Tell , what exactly is the Western Alliance plotting?"

Lomisa remained silent for a while, then slowly began speaking,

"They are building a massive Undead Legion, collecting bodies and souls from every battle."

"The goal is to gather one hundred fifty thousand undead within three years."

"A terrifying number."

Agna stated expressionlessly,

"And then? What else?"

"Honorable Emperor, isn't this enough?"

Lomisa's eyes widened surprised, "I can help you fight against those undead legions!"

"If this is the only information, then I will still cut off your head."

Agna ignored Lomisa's words, continuing to probe, "So, do you have more to tell ?"

"Alright, sire, you are wise."

Lomisa's words held a hint of resignation,

"I know the Western Alliance is secretly developing new necromancy potions."

"They will create a plague of the undead capable of infecting the living, upon success, everyone infected will beco corpses, under their control!"

"I know where they are located, if you can pardon , I can lead you to destroy everything there!"

Lomisa's words made Agna nod slightly.

"This is indeed valuable information, Necromancer."

Agna stood up,

"I will assemble a powerful Knight Team, the Dawn Society and the Holy Council will join."

"If you succeed in destroying the undead plague you ntioned, I will pardon all your cris and grant you freedom."

"I have a small request, honorable Emperor."

Lomisa looked up at the Emperor, a smile suddenly appearing on her lips, "I want your life, sire."

As soon as these words fell, the hall plunged into dead silence.

The guards' hands were already on their sword hilts, ready to await Agna's orders at any mont.

"Are you seeking death, Necromancer?"

Agna spoke coldly, drawing the Giant Sword beside the throne and walked down the steps one by one.

He approached Lomisa step by step, lifting the Giant Sword to her neck, slowly speaking,

"Do you think knowing so secrets from the Western Alliance gives you the liberty to act presumptuously before ?"

"Certainly not, honorable sire."

Lomisa's smile broadened, looking at the Giant Sword with not even a trace of fear in her eyes,

"Because I don't know any secrets at all, I was just teasing you."

The mont she finished speaking, Lomisa's body suddenly lunged forward!

Agna's eyebrows furrowed, instinctively thrusting the Giant Sword forward!

"Thud!"

The sword tip instantly pierced through Lomisa's neck and protruded from her rear neck!

"You?!"

Agna stared at everything before him in disbelief.

Seeing the sinister smile on Lomisa's face, a sudden ominous premonition arose!

Agna instinctively withdrew the sword and stepped back, imdiately spraying out a burst of fresh blood.

In the next instant, Lomisa's body began to violently contract, her flesh rapidly shriveling as if being emptied!

Then a cloud of blood-red mist rose, hurtling straight towards Agna!

"Not good!"

Agna realized the danger and swiftly retreated!

But it was too late, the blood mist wrapped around his body like a ghost, enveloping him entirely!

In an instant, Agna felt a chilling cold, the Giant Sword in his hand clanged onto the ground!

"Guards! Quick... Save..."

Agna's hoarse cries for help were cut short as he collapsed to the floor!

His complexion turned crimson as if suffocated, struggling desperately yet helplessly!

The guards rushed forward in a panic, encircling Agna, wanting to help but not knowing what to do!

They carefully checked but found no wounds, only able to watch the Emperor painfully wrestle on the ground!

"Healer! Healer!"

The guards shouted loudly, chaos erupting throughout the hall!

Agna, the twenty-fourth of the Broken Rock Empire, in the midst of this chaos, lie beside Lomisa's desiccated corpse, eyes open wide, completely lifeless.

Yet the chaotic crowd remained unaware.

Death was just beginning.