I refuse to be a serf

"His Highness the Crown Prince's request stems from a sense of justice and is a symbol of courage and honor. Our Church of Order and Justice will naturally do its utmost to fulfill it."

Archbishop Tulat of Order nodded solemnly, then said seriously.

"But the armor and longsword left behind by the Greater God Li did not actually possess the divine power of the Greater God as the outside world claimed. They were merely sacred relics worn by His Greater God during his time as Legendary Knight."

"However, upon ascending to godhood, one is imbued with a trace of divine aura, making one to a certain extent indestructible."

"It would be difficult to use it to withstand the power of Demon God."

"Youlun Highness, please consider this carefully."

Tulat's assumption that Youlun Westwind believed he could fight the Demon God incarnation with these two sacred artifacts was utter nonsense.

If it were truly that powerful, it wouldn't be placed in Lantbless, but rather in the Holy City of Order.

"I have my own ideas."

Youlun Westwind smiled confidently.

"The indestructible characteristic is simply the best magical equipment for me!"

"Very well, Your Highness, please come with me to the temple to retrieve it. However, I will report the use of sacred objects to the Holy Church."

Tulat said.

"That's natural."

22 years old.

It was also a dark year for the mainland.

As the autumn winds blow coldly.

Youlun Westwind swore an oath in the Lantbless Royal Capital setting out on his campaign.

Countless citizens of the capital came out of the city to watch the crown prince lead his army into battle.

As citizens of the capital, they were also aware of the crown prince's reputation for being a playboy and his romantic escapades.

The common people did not dislike Youlun; for although this prince was absurd, he had never done anything to harm the people.

The nobles stood atop the city walls, watching with complex expressions as the once-proud prince walked out of the capital's gates.

"I never imagined that this absurd prince would have such courage."

"The fate of the Kingdom rests on this."

"Perhaps, when he returns, I can marry my daughter to him. My proud swan should finally find a home."

On a higher tower.

Legendary Knight Mosa and Archbishop Tulat also looked at the crown prince on his expedition with complicated expressions.

They remembered what the crown prince had told them before he left.

"If I don't return, I'm afraid even the continental coalition will struggle to withstand the Abyss Demon army. The Kingdom is very close to the Hast Duchy, and it will most likely be destroyed by them as well."

"When that time comes, the two elders should lead the people of the Kingdom to flee to the Holy City of Order in the east."

"At that time, the gods in heaven should also be able to spare the power to protect all living beings."

"He really has changed, hasn't he, Mosa?"

Tulat smiled at the calm-looking Knight beside him.

Ten days later.

Youlun led the Champion Knight Order to Bolo Fortress in the Western Border of the Kingdom.

Here, Youlun, in the name of the Crown Prince, gathered about two thousand Knight, preparing to head to the Hast Duchy.

Several noble commanders of the Knight legions were unwilling to obey the crown prince's orders to go and die.

They had always looked down on this spoiled brat from the capital.

After Youlun's attempts to persuade him failed...

With unparalleled skill, he challenged these Knight and nobles one by one, killing them all, and from then on, all armies submitted to him.

Ten days later.

He led the Champion Knight Order and several fully reorganized Kingdom Knight Order, a total of three thousand Knight, and rode into Hast Fortress, the capital of the Hast Duchy.

We've arrived here, but haven't even entered the city yet.

Youlun then discovered that hundreds of thousands of refugees had gathered outside the walls of Hast Fortress.

He reined in his horse and looked up, feeling a chill creep up his spine and through his body—beneath the towering stone walls of Hast Fortress, hundreds of thousands of refugees were densely packed together, stretching as far as the eye could see.

They were survivors who escaped from the Annora Kingdom, which had been overrun by the army of Abyss Demon.

The cold autumn wind swirled and howled above the crowd, carrying withered yellow leaves and scorched earth. They were dressed in thin, tattered clothes, shivering in the increasingly cold autumn wind. They were all pale and thin, with sunken eyes, and were filled with only numbness and fear.

Scattered on the ground were gnawing grass roots and withered wild fruits. The hoarse cries of children were intermittent, and the old man huddled in a pile of dry grass, his breath faint. Many people bore festering wounds from being scratched by Abyss Magic Creature, the dark purple poison spots appearing even more grotesque in the cold.

In the bleak autumn wind, despair, like Frost, enveloped the entire camp outside the city.

When the refugees saw the arrival of this group of Knight bearing the emblem of the God of Order and Justice, they flocked to them.

"Gentlemen, please give us some food. We've been starving for days."

"Give the children some food; they are still young and need to survive."

Seeing the group of emaciated refugees desperately pleading for help, the Knight, who believed in the God of Order and Justice and possessed the virtues of Knight, all sighed and stopped.

They came lightly equipped, but brought little food, so they were powerless to help.

See here.

Youlun sighed.

"Let's go, into town."

"If we don't repel the invasion from the Abyss, there will likely be even more refugees."

After saying that.

With almost indifferent reflexes, Youlun led the horse into the western city of Hast Fortress, surrounded by a group of Knight.

Among the crowd struggling to survive, stood a small, thin serf boy.

He watched as this group of Knight believed in Order and justice, led by Youlun, ignored the pleas of the refugees, and he immediately felt that these visitors were far too indifferent.

Looking at the imposing Youlun riding on horseback, a sense of resentment welled up within him.

"Why is he a prince, and I am a serf?"

"Why must we, such lowly people, suffer such pain, losing our homes and loved ones?"

Why can they live a life of luxury, while we have to toil in the fields from dawn till dusk?

"I'm not reconciled!"

As this thought erupted within him.

A mysterious and silent change occurred.

A power originating from the original imprint of the Sacred River Heavenly Land began to surge in.

A cold, resonant voice, like the booming of a great bell, echoed in his heart:

"Among the serfs and countless other ordinary people, from among billions, one will surely emerge to become the protagonist of the world and change everything."