The World Conquest: Giving Birth To Become A God

"Urgh!"

With pain coursing through his body, Kirk slowly opened his eyes.

"Where am I?"

Looking around, all he saw was a white room filled with various magical apparatus.

With his limited knowledge, it should be medical-related technologies.

"You're at the Medical Camp," a woman approached him.

"And you are?"

"I'm from the Medical Corps under General Emma, Hailey." The woman introduced herself emotionlessly.

Kirk didn't know much about other divisions so he just nodded and didn't say much.

"By the way, when can get out of here?" Kirk asked still feeling the pain in his body.

Fortunately, his arms seemed to be reattached, which made him relieved.

"You can get out of here after a few days of rest."

"So soon?"

"We are short of caliber of your tier, so you don't have the luxury of fully recovering," Hailey muttered, jotting down all kinds of notes.

Suddenly, Kirk remembered the puppet that had come onto his ship before he lost consciousness.

"What about the others?"

"Your crew?"

"They should be safe and sound."

"Really?!" Kirk exclaimed in excitement.

All those men were brought up by him for a year.

He still remembered all their tears and laughter from all the training they did.

If they died because of him, Kirk didn't know how he would face his life next.

"Hmm, you're pretty strong for your appearance."

"Thanks to you holding on for a few minutes, the rescue came in time," Hailey said.

Kirk heaved a sigh of relief after learning that his crew was safe.

"That, can you tell me what happened after I lost consciousness?"

"That is..." Hailey began, recounting what happened after Kirk lost consciousness.

It's been a few days since that all-out war had started.

Due to the malfunction of the Amalgamation of Will and lack of firepower.

The enemy breached the delegated fire zone and invaded the ships.

Fortunately, General Rose and the thousand-army, Berserker Legion quickly came to the rescue.

This thousand army was made by a group of full-fledged tier 8 powerhouse, boosted by the crystal merits to advance.

They also possess a complete set of tier-8 equipment that would make others look poor.

Every enemy they locked onto would be destroyed like a piece of paper in front of a shredder.

However, with tens of thousands of ships being invaded and millions of puppets that managed to breach the defense.

Due to these, the first casualties occurred.

Over a hundred ships and its soldiers were annihilated.

It is also thanks to Kirk and other skilled captains that there were few casualties.

If Kirk and the others had not been powerful enough to hold off for a few minutes.

The Berserker Legion wouldn't have enough time, causing more casualties.

As for the remaining puppet that Sam and Luke controlled?

They were in the front line holding off billions of puppets.

If it were not for their contribution, the ships wouldn't even have enough time to fire the arcane cannons.

After all, even though it took just a few seconds to fire one, there were only hundreds of thousands of ships and less than a million arcane cannons.

Against a backdrop of over ten billion Tier 8 puppets.

Such a disparity in strength and number couldn't be even called a fight.

Fortunately, after a few days and thousands of ships being destroyed, they began to fight back.

First, Luke created a puppet repair center that could repair a puppet that had gone 50% Overload mode.

Since Luke saw the amazing repair ability of the Amalgamation of Will, he began imitating it.

After a few months of hard work, he managed to extend the repair to 50% overall damage.

However, this is enough for Sam to have an edge.

Without worrying about the damages.

Sam could use Overload Mode again, killing everything like a god of war.

Although not as strong as 100% overload.

it still gave the Army a tiny breathing room to take advantage.

Moreover, the problem of the lack of mental energy because of frequent exhaustion and regeneration of mana was solved.

Now the Arcane Cannons could fire at its maximum capacity which is 2-3 seconds per shot.

As for the solution that solved the mental energy problem.

It was but a simple food.

Under the leadership of Erica the General of the Culinary Corps.

They manage to create a divine elixir soup that could miraculously regenerate will and mental energy.

All of this raised the overall strength of the Empire had risen by a notch, that the enemy puppets suffered a disaster.

From over ten billion puppets, it shrank down to about 8 billion in just a few days.

Hearing the good news, Kirk couldn't help but smile.

"So it's only a matter of time until we win then?" Kirk said happily.

"Don't dream too much; the enemy is just the puppets."

"So?" Kirk asked ignorantly.

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"How did you become a captain with such a stupid mind?" Hailey asked blankly.

"Hmph! I'm the most skilled swordsman in our camp!" Kirk said confidently.

Ranking up isn't just about knowledge, it's also about strength and potential.

"Also I'm not stupid!" Kirk defended.

"Oh, then why didn't you know other believers of gods and the Westle Empire still hadn't moved?"

"Billions of puppets was just a mere front exhausting our strength and trump cards before they fully drew their bows."

Hearing what Hailey said, Kirk's mood couldn't help but dampen.

"Is the enemy that strong?" Kirk said blankly clenching his fist.

The enemy had only used the puppets, yet the empire could barely cope.

Kirk's originally vigorous spirit, the confidence in the Moonlight Empire couldn't help but waver.

Hailey seemed to notice this and flicked his head.

"Idiot, do you think we are out of options if the enemy attacks in full force?"

"Isn't it?" Kirk said.

Although there was not only the navy as the defense barrier of the empire, it was the strongest.

With the highest quality of troops and arcane cannon, he dared to say that the navy was the strongest army of the empire.

As for the infantry, who had over a trillion troops?

That was just a ragtag group formed by civilians.

Most of them were tier 3 to 4, which didn't even reach their weakest members.

Against those tier 8 puppets, just the pressure alone would send them into a comatose state.

"Hmph, really ignorant!" Hailey muttered.

"What? I'm a Captain."

"I know more about the army than some medics, so what can't I know?"

"Are you belittling me?" Hailey said angrily, poking his wounds.

"Argh!"

"What are you doing?! It hurts!"

"So you know it hurts?"

"Without us, you would be a corpse right now, you know?"

"Ahem, that- I'm sorry." Kirk quickly noticed his mistake and apologized.

"It's good you know!" Hailey muttered, exiting the room.

Looking at her back, the worry in his heart didn't dissipate.

Without the legendary Emperor, the light of the Moonlight Empire.

Kirk felt no confidence in winning or whatsoever.

"Huh!"

Smack!

Slapping himself, Kirk felt a little better.

"It doesn't matter if we are against the odds!"

"I will still do my best, until my dying breath..."

...

Meanwhile, in the Enemy Camp.

Antonio was in a hot spot as the puppets in his control kept dying.

It seemed that the Moonlight Empire was his nemesis, continually disturbing his plans.

While in deep thought, his subordinate arrived before him.

"Is it done?" Antonio asked, without any formalities.

He was already at his wit's end; formalities could go to trash for what he cared for.

"The Emperor still hasn't responded..." his subordinate shook his head.

"What?! Still nothing?!"

The Emperor of the Westle Empire seemed to have gone rogue.

Besides disabling the Amalgamation of Will of the Moonlight Empire, he could no longer be contacted.

"What about the believers of those three gods? Are they still alive?!" Antonio asked angrily.

"No response..."

"What?!" Antonio shouted angrily.

He could still bear it if the emperor didn't respond to him because of his strength.

But the believers of the God of Shadow, the God of Thieves, and the God of Gambling dared to ignore him?!

Wasn't this treating them, the believers of the God of Puppets, as cannon fodder?

"Hmph! If they don't care, then I won't!"

"Let the puppets retreat! We can't do all the hard work while they sit back and relax," Antonio instructed.

"But Commander, that would be-"

"Enough! Hasn't the name of our God been sullied enough?!"

"Treating us as consumables, ignoring us like we are lower than them."

"If this continues, where would the divine grace of our God be?!"

Hearing this, the others were enlightened and suddenly became angry.

They thought that they were just doing ordinary work.

Now, hearing that others put the name of their god beneath others made them furious.

Those who dare to disrespect their god should be killed!