Lord: Exiled by Stepmother, I'll Rule the World Anyway

When he first saw the combat power of the Chosen Ones, Field was confused about the army. The terrifying combat power of the Chosen Ones seemed to make the army unnecessary.

But since the battle between Asheena and Rosalia, Field still firmly believes that the army will not be eliminated by the Chosen One.

They can only be regarded as different arms. In modern times, armies formed by ordinary people can be compared to infantry. Fighting knights and mages are tanks, while the chosen ones are aircraft carriers.

Although the individual combat capabilities vary greatly, everyone is indispensable to the entire military system.

Moreover, with the advancement of science and technology, ordinary people will also gain powerful combat power.

Field looked at the small map: "A veteran will lead ten recruits, and a team of thirty-three people will train in battle. They will attack in all directions and clean up the remaining carrion corpses around them. By the way, today we will focus on the veteran demonstration, and let them do it tomorrow. Actual combat.”

"Huh?" The slaves were confused, how could they play so big when they first came up?

"Ah, what, line up for me, we are here, you are afraid of Gouba."

Shanmao and the others were already fully dressed, taking coordinated steps, urging them to line up.

Almost all the rotting corpses in the Starry Night Manor have been eliminated, and the scattered rotting corpses are perfect for training.

"Come back in the afternoon to practice formation and military posture."

Field himself mounted a war horse and went around with the cavalry to support him.

In the chaotic pace and the collision of flesh and blood, the Night Leader began to annihilate the corpses.

Far away from the Night Territory in the north.

"Pfft."

Blood splattered, and accompanied by a low groan, a body with only its head and torso left fell straight into the mud pit like a kite with a broken string.

"Violet, you are so good."

A pure white and ethereal sound without any malice came from her. She was sitting on a branch of a tree, dangling her legs, and licking the corner of her mouth with her small and exquisite tongue.

"Mate, it's delicious."

The huge monster that emerged from the music box in his hand quickly ate up the flesh and blood it tore off, while still complaining of hunger in an incomprehensible voice.

Three more figures fell next to them. They looked like hyenas smelling blood.

"You are not allowed to bully Violet, and the corrupted gods cannot kill each other." Pure White emphasized the rules. The monster in the music box stretched out countless tentacles and drove away all the corruption around it. Pure White sang a ditty happily, " Violet, grow quickly.”

Violet's empty eyes looked at the endless gray fog above her head, slowly closed her eyes, and hummed softly "Under the Violet Moonlight"

In April ten years ago, she was not a corrupt creature, and she was not a vampire at that time.

"Violet, come out and see your father off quickly."

"No! I don't want to send the bad guys away. They promised to celebrate my birthday and make bread together, but they are going to fight!"

Violet huddled her head under the covers and protested loudly.

"This child is still so willful. He is obviously old enough to get married." The mother checked the dry food bag for the third time, which still contained hot oatmeal pancakes.

"Haha, it's my fault." My father scratched his head and put the shield behind his back. "The orcs' attack is too fierce. I must defend my dear country."

"Her Majesty the Queen will probably send reinforcements."

"Definitely! The empire will not give up on its people. Maybe I can come back at the end of May, and I can catch up with Violet's birthday at that time."

"That's best."

"What gift should I bring back then?" Father said loudly and deliberately.

Sure enough, Violet quietly opened a corner of the quilt, peeked secretly, saw her family's gaze, and immediately covered herself with the quilt again.

"I don't want a gift, huh!"

Although everyone knows that it is completely impossible to defeat the orc invasion in two months.

After the couple kissed goodbye, the father packed up the food and left the village.

My mother hummed the ballad "Under the Violet Moonlight" and prayed silently.

Violet kept crying in bed. She just didn't want to see her father's retreating back, not that she didn't want to see him.

"Defend our dear country..."

Violet opened her eyes again, it was already evening, her limbs had grown back again, but she was feeling weak.

"Protect the country..."

Violet glanced at the corrupted creatures that were gathering in the distance, with deep confusion in her eyes.

"What am I doing? It hurts."

Moving her steps, Violet slowly walked south.

Night collar.

"It's so tiring. It's really tiring to clean up the rotting corpses. Are those rotting creatures a perpetual motion machine? They can run all the time. They should be captured to generate electricity."

Field sat down at the desk. Fortunately, Asheina immediately stepped forward to rub his shoulders, and Field felt better.

"Eternally moving chicken?" Rosaria was confused. She snatched Field's black tea, took a sip, and thought about two unfamiliar words, "Insanity?"

"Well, that's not important. The wights are tireless, right? Don't they need to eat?"

Rosalia explained: "What they need, the gray mist is their nourishment. Without the gray mist, they can only survive by devouring flesh and blood."

"At the same time, the creatures killed by the corruption will slowly generate gray fog, and a comfortable environment will soon be formed. Of course, except for the chosen ones."

Field touched his chin: "It sounds like the air is polluted."

"By the way, how are you handling your government affairs?"

Rosaria patted her chest triumphantly: "Don't worry, my internal affairs skills are definitely the second best in the Night Guard."

"That's the best thing you can say." Field was happy and took the document handed over from her. The beautiful text on it was as beautiful as printed art, which was pleasing to the eye.

It looks very professional at first glance.

It will be much easier if you have a secretary to help you handle the documents. Moreover, if you have something to do with the secretary, you will have nothing to do...

"The first thing is that Yang Tie, a freedman from Fengqi Village, stole three loaves of bread from another freedman. What should I do with him?"

Rosalia's sentence is: beheading the sheep's hooves, executed by Miss Rosalia herself.

"Pfft~"

Field almost choked to death, glanced at Rosalia who was drinking tea elegantly, and continued to read the second article.

"The demi-human slave Wolf Hair has a verbal dispute with the human slave Chicken Dung. Please tell me how to deal with it."

Rosalia's sentence was: to behead the two men, to be executed by Rosalia herself.

"..."

"Hey, you must be shocked by how smart and capable this young lady is. I can handle matters like territorial government affairs with ease. Oh my, this tea is so delicious."

Rosalia's expression: (｡ò ∀ ó｡)

I'll give you a chance to brag about this lady!

"state!"

Field treated Rosalia to a serving of "roasted chestnuts with sugar"

Damn it, your surname is "Bo", right? The Night Territory seems too urban.

"Why are you hitting me? Although it feels very comfortable, please don't do it so suddenly."