After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

Just moments before the storm of death approached, Oswald, who was walking alone along the main road, suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis.

He stopped in his tracks, and in the distance, warhorses reared up and entered the territory of the Northern Territory.

Trampled life, withered grass, and the cold wind brought another breath of death.

On the vast plains, Oswald was once again locked on. He gripped his staff tightly and looked at the withered yellow that swept across the mountains and fields.

The warhorse beneath them disintegrated one after another, and as the last drop of blood disappeared into the earth, Lilith and Oswald, riding the skeletal horse, simultaneously noticed each other's presence.

The dark clouds parted, and Oswald silently raised his hand, pointing to Lilith at the end of the road.

"Oswald!"

Lilith's eyes blazed with hatred as she drew her sword and charged straight at him.

With a deafening roar, just as thunder pierced through space and struck Lilith, an enormous eye, accompanied by a blinding golden light, suddenly appeared amidst the clouds.

The grass swayed in the wind, and the sunlight fell on Oswald's shoulders, scorching out large amounts of black mist.

The immortal magic within his body was rapidly extinguished. Oswald groaned, but his fingers did not tremble in the slightest as a powerful surge of lightning element blasted towards Lilith.

The bone horse shattered on the spot, Lilith's chest cavity was pierced, and she fell backward, spitting out blood.

Having temporarily dealt with one side, Oswald heard a hissing burning sound from his body and felt excruciating pain in his skin. He quickly retreated, but the sunlight relentlessly pursued him, precisely locking onto him.

(Does this count as retribution? The local deity has personally intervened to beat up the transmigrator, and your system isn't going to do anything about it this time?)

[I don't know, this situation is hard to define. What if she says she didn't consider the harm to the undead?]

(Not yet?!)

Oswald pointed to Lilith, whose body was rapidly healing in the sunlight as she rose from the ground.

(If I am an undead, then what is she?)

Knowing he couldn't rely on the system, Oswald didn't bother listening to its answer and once again manipulated the lightning element to instantly sever Lilith's legs as she tried to dodge.

Alright, this time we're not even pretending anymore. Under the same ray of sunlight, we're getting a negative buff while the other side is getting a positive buff, right?

Oswald patted his burning hot skin hard, mobilized his black flesh to cover his entire body, held a staff in one hand and drew the Spirit Wind Sword in the other, and rushed to Lilith's side.

Despite possessing the power of the concept of death, Lilith's combat strength remains as worrying as ever.

As the first female protagonist in the game who is basically a free winner, she has no highlights in the story except for using the Wishing Star to revive the hero.

Because this game is for infantry, there is no holy light.

Just like the mascots of some game icons, they're given away for free, their combat power is just so-so, and the story... Lilith isn't completely devoid of a story.

At least other people have more related CGs, right, mysterious XX woman?

Her body healed once more, and Lilith roared, a wave of death surging forth. The bones of her warhorse appeared in her hands, quickly forming a shield to block the blade Oswald swung down.

Oswald's cold gaze flickered as he twirled the glowing staff in his hand. The moment the corrupting chains emerged from the ground, they were annihilated by the sunlight, dissipating into a cloud of black mist.

Oswald: ...

Oswald retracted his staff into his system space, decisively abandoning death magic. Lightning element burst forth from his fingertips, causing the space to tremble, and Lilith's shield shattered between the two of them.

Stepping forward, their swords clashed. Even though he had lost the strength his body should have had, Oswald's swordsmanship was still superior.

Sparks flew as he deftly deflected the sword from Lilith's hand, then, like a shadow, darted forward and pierced Lilith's neck.

Lilith lost consciousness for a moment, then her pupils returned to their white-rimmed state. She grinned maliciously and raised her hand, revealing the full power of her death magic.

"This thing is used like this, right?"

The chains of corruption burst from the ground, slamming heavily onto Oswald's body, then piercing his thigh from behind.

The chains, exuding an aura of death, tightened around his leg bones, while simultaneously extending and flinging him dozens of meters into the air.

(I'm invincible. My opponent is a Silas with a Field Spell Card. I'm not kidding. And it's all her turns.)

Lightning element exploded within his body, shattering the chains. Oswald turned around in mid-air, the black flesh covering his skin being redirected to repair his wounds.

The scorching sunlight shone down, carrying with it a large amount of black mist, as Oswald crashed heavily to the ground.

The battle continued. The moment Lilith charged forward, space rippled and shook several times. The continuous bombardment tore apart her limbs, and Lilith, who was quickly dismembered into human pieces, also fell down in a sorry state.

Oswald struggled to his feet, shaking the ground in an attempt to raise a cloud of dust to block out the sunlight, but to little avail.

The sunlight seemed to ignore the terrain and shone directly on him.

With his immortality magic largely depleted, Oswald had no choice but to call upon the system to immediately replenish his health and mana potions.

Lilith tried to get up, but this time her limbs wouldn't obey her commands and quickly returned to her side.

She gritted her teeth and turned her head away. As the smoke and dust dissipated, she saw countless black lines made of dark flesh binding and devouring her limbs. The source of these black lines was Oswald's broken body.

Lilith, now immobilized, suddenly burst into laughter, coldly saying, "Look at yourself now! You're a disgusting monster! Oswald, give Thorne back..."

A sword was plunged into Lilith's neck, and she was instantly rendered speechless. Oswald took out his pipe, lit it, and took a deep drag.

He was worrying for nothing. Perhaps Lilith was just bad at it, or perhaps the karma she carried was very small.

Aside from the fact that she can't die, she poses absolutely no threat to Oswald.

This is not to say that Lilith, transformed into a curse, is not terrifying. Just look at the vast expanse of withered vegetation nearby; she is a pure biological killer, a truly bug-level existence.

But Oswald is an undead, or a transmigrator whose soul is unaffected.

What truly troubled him was the eye that suddenly appeared in the sky...

Oswald was still emitting black smoke. Lilith thought she could take advantage of his unpreparedness and suddenly launch an attack from behind with the Corruption Chains, but Oswald blocked the attack one after another with the blade he had drawn from her neck.

However, taking advantage of this gap, Lilith managed to snatch back one of her hands. The moment her hand was restored, she immediately used her palm to meet the blade, only to find that she could not destroy the Spiritwind Sword in Oswald's hand.

Lilith was shocked and bewildered. This shouldn't be... The iron gate would turn to rust as soon as I touched it.

The world of cultivation is terrifying; in the past, dragons were only destined to become rare and precious treasures.

After seeing Lilith's intentions, Oswald sneered and then severed Lilith's arm with a single sword stroke.

A fine net of black flesh caught the arm, and the two were once again locked in a stalemate.

The giant eye in the sky, the sunlight under the dark clouds, the withered grass and trees on the ground—these sudden strange phenomena aroused Jenny's anxiety. She rode in a carriage closely behind Lilith, constantly ordering the coachman to speed up, and finally arrived at the battlefield.

But the scene before her was even more bizarre than she had imagined.

The duke, his body billowing with black smoke, slashed Lilith into a human stump, while simultaneously using his own black flesh to bind Lilith's still struggling limbs.

Oswald slit Lilith's eyes with a single stroke, and before her eyes could heal, he said in a low voice to Janet, who had just alighted from the carriage, "Don't make a sound, step back."

As soon as he finished speaking, another figure appeared behind Oswald.

The familiar voice made Lilith and Oswald pause. Thorne's eyes widened, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Is it you, Li... Lilith?"