The World Conquest: Giving Birth To Become A God

A month later, in the Throne Room of the Westle Empire;

"Why did you come to see me?" Khan, the Emperor of the Westle Empire, slowly spoke as he opened his eyes.

"G-greetings Your Majesty," the Divine Emissary of the God of Puppets, Antonio greeted.

"Oh, it's you, Antonio..."

"How is your progress in invading the Moonlight Empire?" Khan asked, seemingly indifferent about the Moonlight Empire.

"There are some problems, Your Majesty," Antonio said, trembling.

The pressure Khan exerted, though not as strong as his God's, carried the same holiness.

Perhaps it could even be said that the Emperor before him was more majestic than his god.

"Continue," Khan commanded.

"It's the Amalgamation of Will, Your Majesty. "

"The Moonlight Empire was able to use it to defeat our puppet army," Antonio explained wryly.

Over the past month, Antonio has tried various strategies to bypass the Amalgamation of Will.

He even contacted his God for help, but unfortunately, it seems his God was busy with something else.

Try after try, tricks after tricks, from over a billion puppets, there were now only about half a billion remaining.

Fortunately, though he couldn't contact his God, acquiring puppets was still possible.

Antonio just needed to inform the Divine Priest if he needed more puppets.

However, without solving the fundamental problem, acquiring more puppets would just be a waste of resources.

"So you want me to help you counter this Amalgamation of Will?" Khan asked with a slight smile.

"Y-yes, Your Majesty!" Antonio bowed respectfully.

"Interesting..."

At first, these arrogant believers of Gods didn't take him seriously.

They only wanted to use him for their benefit, never taking his advice or commands seriously.

Now, however, looking at them trembling at his feet, begging him for help, Khan couldn't help but smile a little.

"Fine... But," Khan said, causing the air to freeze as Antonio awaited his next words.

"I want you to remove all those trash in my Empire."

"T-the churches?" Antonio asked for confirmation.

"Yes."

"Your Majesty, it is not in my jurisdiction to remove those churches," Antonio said wryly.

Antonio was only responsible for battle.

Spreading his God's greatness was in the jurisdiction of the Divine Priests.

Furthermore, it was not only their God who had set churches within the Westle Empire.

There were also the Gods of Shadow, God of Thieves, and God of Gambling who had set up churches within the Westle Empire.

This was one of the conditions they asked for helping Khan conquer the Curse Continent.

Although it was said that outside powers were forbidden to intervene in the ruling of the Curse Continent, it was merely a myth after all.

Furthermore, they only build up some churches.

They operated much like the other top forces in the Arcana Continent.

Such as the Etherium Gold Chamber of Commerce, the Etherium Embassy, Colossal Gladiators, Quantum Transit Consortium, Pantheon Inventors, etc.

Although they settled in the Curse Continent, they were neutral and were only in it for resources.

If such forces could set up a branch of their organization in the Curse Continent and thrive, why couldn't they?

Hearing Antonio's reply, Khan frowned.

"I don't care."

"If you don't remove them, I will remove them myself," Khan said coldly.

Having conquered almost all of the Curse Continent, aside from the Moonlight Empire.

Khan felt his power grow by leaps and bounds.

His control over the Amalgamation of Will also advanced to almost perfect mastery.

By now, Khan was not scared of fighting any Gods.

As long as they came here, Khan could teach them to be respectful to the future Holy Emperor.

Feeling the power emanate from the Emperor before him.

Antonio felt his body froze as fear began to consume him.

Fortunately, with the protection of His God's divine grace, Antonio could still speak.

"Y-your Majesty, I couldn't promise to take out other gods' churches, but I promise you won't see my God's Churches in a day," Antonio quickly promised.

"Oh?" Khan was a little surprised at how easy it was to convince a believer of God.

Should they rather die than tarnish the name of their God?

However looking at Antonio's trembling knees, as his eyes were full of fear, Khan suddenly lost interest.

"I promise it in the name of God of Puppets, Your Majesty!" Antonio replied, heaving a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he answered quickly; otherwise, he would have died there and then.

The pressure he felt was no joke.

It felt like he was under divine judgment, and any wrong move would get him killed.

"Then do it quickly."

"As for the Amalgamation of Will in the Moonlight Empire... You don't have to worry," Khan said confidently.

Without that man, Khan was confident he could crush the Moonlight Empire single-handedly.

Khan didn't attack these times because he was absorbing the harvest he had from conquering almost all of the Curse Continent.

Furthermore, he wanted to see what these Gods could do to the Moonlight Empire.

Or whether the Moonlight Empire still had hidden trump cards or something.

However, it seems that the method of these Gods was too weak that it couldn't even pass the first barrier.

Just mere puppets, had them crawling back to him asking for help.

If not for wanting to keep his reputation intact.

He would have long kicked these Gods out of his Empire.

"Then I'll take my leave, Your Majesty!" Antonio said joyfully as if receiving his pardon.

"Hmm..."

As soon as Antonio left, a frown appeared on his face.

"Urgh," he groaned under his breath.

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Hammer after hammer, he felt his head turning into a mush.

If it weren't for his strong will, he would probably be in a coma right now.

Soon after a few minutes, the headache vanished, as a puzzled expression appeared on his face.

"What are these memories?!"

...

In one of the army camps of the Moonlight Empire:

It had been a few months since the Empire had been attacked by the puppets.

The people in the Empire had also nearly forgotten they were at war.

"Do you think the Westle Empire gave up?" a trainee soldier who had voluntarily enlisted in the army asked jokingly.

The trainee soldiers in the tent couldn't help but nod, thinking so.

As the enemy puppets decreased in number with each attack.

Their confidence was also boosted to the top, thinking that the Westle Empire was nothing special.

"Attention!," A soldier shouted coldly suddenly interrupting their conversation.

"Chief Instructor, you're here!" the trainee soldiers quickly stood up and greeted their instructor.

"At ease."

"Because of your lack of attitude and spirit, I've decided to increase the training intensity today by threefold."

"No, Instructor, we were just joking!"

"Yeah, we are very diligent and brave, ready for war!"

"Instructor, my leg still hurts from yesterday."

"Enough chit-chat."

"I'll see you on the ground in five minutes or else..."

"No!"

Such an increase in training intensity happened all around the training camp, which was the opposite of their expectation.

The Westle Empire was not attacking them now.

Didn't this mean they were winning?

Just the Emperor's puppet army was enough for the enemy to swallow.

So why would they need to train so hard?

Should they celebrate or lighten their training a little?

Unfortunately, their demon instructors didn't take such nonsense.

A war is not finished until there is a winner.

Even then to keep the Empire safe and sound they still needed to continue training.

Furthermore, the more peaceful it is the more wild the storm would be coming.

They needed to keep their toes on the ground if they didn't want to die a worthless death.

...

At night, after a whole day of grueling training, they could barely keep their eyes open.

Thinking of their instructor who had put them through hell and even rubbed them in it, they couldn't help but curse a little.

What they didn't know was that the main culprit of their suffering was lazily sleeping in the Castle.

"Neo, wake up, it's time to eat!"

"Hmmm, five more minutes," Neo muttered unconsciously.

"No, it's time to eat!"

Neo didn't respond and pulled Aria into his embrace.

"You know, you can't fool me like this," Aria said with a blush.

Neo still didn't respond, instead hugged her tighter.

"You!"

Seeing her husband's handsome yet lazy face, she couldn't help but pinch his cheeks.

"Fine, you can sleep five more minutes," Aria relented.

Neo had been working nonstop every day that he barely slept.

The war seemed to affect even Neo's lazy temperament, causing him to work hard to contribute.

War is not just about fighting with brute force, it is also a battle of information.

The reason why the Empire was so united and peaceful was mainly because of her husband's contribution.

Any chaos that was about to happen was predicted by her husband like a god.

The traitors planted by the Westle Empire were like naked men, easily plucked by her husband's invisible hand.

There is also Sam and Luke who easily whittled down the enemy puppets.

Every time the enemy attacked, they would fall into a quagmire, never getting out.

All the new tricks the enemy had were like an open book that Sam and Luke easily exploited, further damaging the enemy.

It can be said that her husband, Neo, was like oil in the machine.

It made the Empire smooth and silky like it had never been.

"Alright, five minutes are up. It's time to work!"

"Ugh... Five more minutes..."