Lord of All: There Is Only One Sword Saint Left at the Start

[Western Fantasy + Lord + Farming + Time Travel + The Fourth Natural Disaster] Good news: I traveled through time and became the emperor! Bad news: The empire is dead? ! In the starting territory, there is only a ruined castle, a dry well, and 300 mouths waiting to be fed. What's even more terrible is that the only fourth-level combat power under his command, the Sword Saint Irene, only thinks about "splitting my head to thank the world." When Moser thought this was the beginning of hell, more outrageous things happened one after another: The mine was stolen by a group of fox-eared girls holding empty bows, led by a player lord carrying a Nike bag; The rookie adventurer rescued from the kobold den turned out to be a walking map of the ruins of the empire; Even the dark blue dragonborn who was exiled on the frontier came to grab business... Wait, why did this Dragon Lady clan leader fall in love with my saint? ! The forgotten imperial armory, the eager player alliance, the wave of Warcraft that continues to invade the north—— While everyone was vying for the leftovers of this continent, Moze looked at the cool and strange saint around him, the cute but heartbroken little maid, and more and more strange followers, and silently took out the system panel. "People of Erathia, your emperor is back!"