After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The history of this other world is about to unfold another magnificent new chapter.

However, for each individual participating in the war, perhaps only death can end this endless nightmare.

Black wings flapped against the rain; vultures, it seems, had been circling high above the city since some unknown time.

Undead hordes surged up the city walls, relentlessly draining the soldiers' strength and blood. The battle resembled a mechanized exercise, with armor clashing against bones, creating surging waves.

The blunt weapon in their hands grew heavier and heavier, their wounds tingled and ached, and their vision blurred as well, yet the soldiers could not ask for reinforcements.

Because they're all the same...

Even with a defensive advantage, the casualty rate was staggering. During the brief rest period, the soldiers threw the undead corpses outside the city, and the bodies of their comrades could only be hastily dragged away, with the resting troops helping to transport them into the city.

Blood stained every brick. Half an hour later, the line of defense began to falter in the area on the left side of the city wall. The undead broke through and quickly deployed a large number of troops like an assembly line.

The sounds of killing suddenly surged, mixed with some strange roars.

Kate, who was fighting fiercely, noticed the commotion, but before he could call for backup, he saw several soldiers wielding iron bars and charging forward with a roar. They fell off the city wall along with the undead, buying time to repair the lines with their lives.

Heartbroken to the point of being unable to breathe, cruel fate was pounding on her will. Kate couldn't help but think of the Duke's first cavalry unit, which was disbanded due to heavy casualties.

It was the same for both; he hadn't even had time to design the flag for the Second Division...

Blood was flowing, and the originally planned three-hour rotation had to be canceled. After realizing that the combat effectiveness was declining due to fatigue, Kate decisively ordered the Knights to intervene in the battlefield, and at the same time ordered the next regiment to prepare for battle.

Treading on the blood-soaked ground, the paladins of the Knights Order had solemn expressions. The mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood before them had far exceeded their expectations. Even after they had filled in the gaps in the battle line, these wounded soldiers were still numbly waving their weapons.

"Withdraw and rest! Retreat!"

The commander's hoarse call triggered another instinct in them. Squads of soldiers quickly retreated, while the undead who rushed forward crashed directly into the paladin's dazzling longsword.

呲呲!

The holy goddess's magic bloomed in unison, and before they even touched anything, the undead's bodies crumbled and disintegrated under the light.

The paladins unleashed their full firepower, their flames burning away the world's evil. Their mission was not to hold their ground, but to buy time for the Second Division during their rotations.

The archbishop was not holding back; the paladins he entrusted to the saintess were all magic swordsmen. Sharp beams of magical light burst from their blades, suppressing the undead's attack wave in just a few breaths.

After clearing out the enemies in front of him, a paladin quickly walked to the edge of the battlements. He only glanced down at the walls before suddenly feeling dizzy.

There were too many. The number of undead was too great. Countless twisted white bones clung to the city walls, as if they were wearing a writhing white coat that trailed a long skirt that stretched into the depths of the thick fog.

The area of ​​the long dress near the top of the city wall was stained with a bright red...

After a brief moment of peace, Kate, who had led his soldiers back into the city, was struck by a chilling sense of déjà vu. The soldiers behind him awaited his next command.

Smoke rose from the requisitioned houses. When Kate saw the young lady waving at him from under the eaves, he seemed to regain his breath and turned to give the order.

"Go to the campsite over there, warm yourself by the fire, have something to eat, and if possible... take a nap."

The soldiers obediently complied, and soon busy nuns came forward to guide them and check their wounds.

Having regained some composure, Kate strode over to Luna, her feet stained with a pool of blood.

"Young Miss, there's no time to choose. The Second Division should be reinforced directly from the militia, otherwise they won't even last one round."

Upon hearing this, Luna nodded and replied briefly, "Okay."

After receiving permission, Kate instructed his adjutant to immediately mobilize troops. He pulled a crumpled cigarette from his inner pocket and continued.

"How is the Iron Lake City defense line being constructed? I estimate that it will only hold out until tomorrow morning. We must prepare a plan for evacuation."

"Don't worry about that. Ironlake City is ready. Most of the residents have been evacuated, and the Knights are ready to meet you at any time."

Seeing Kate shakily pull out a soaked matchbox and struggle to light a cigarette, Luna calmly answered while striking a match.

Kate paused for a moment, then met the young lady's gaze before stepping forward, holding the small flame, and lighting the cigarette.

She flicked out the match, a wisp of smoke disappearing into the rain. Luna lowered her eyes; she understood the pressure Kate faced, and she was heartbroken by the soldiers' sacrifice.

Those guys were all her loyal brothers who followed her around like lapdogs, fighting their way through the ranks.

A regiment of 5,000 men fought for two hours, but less than 4,000 soldiers managed to retreat. On average, one soldier was killed on the city wall every six seconds!

And this is just the beginning.

Kate took a few deep drags on her cigarette, sorting through her thoughts. "How much longer can the magicians hold out? Can they make it to tomorrow morning?"

"If Philip and Lisa take turns casting wind magic, it should work. If not, the paladins and nuns can help."

"Then I'm relieved."

"You should rest for a while. Your combat effectiveness is so poor, yet you still have to hold the front line..." Luna patted his shoulder and sighed, "If you collapse now, the Second Division won't be able to hold on."

Kate forced a smile. "I have no choice but to understand the intensity of the battle and the soldiers' physical exhaustion."

After exchanging information, Luna and Kate went together to check on the soldiers' rest and recovery.

Humans instinctively feel fear when facing the undead. It is said that the reason why the Holy See established the Holy Knights Order is because ordinary soldiers often fail to exert their due combat power when facing some non-human monsters.

The Adventurers' Guild also grew and expanded for the same reason.

The soldiers of the Northern Territory are considered to have exceptionally good mental fortitude. After all, they have never encountered any problems when they were fighting against magical beasts, and they even seemed to be handling things with ease.

However, this situation is special. The battlefield environment, created by a large number of undead, can easily break down the soldiers' psychological defenses.

Lakes and rivers are only temporary obstacles; only the vast ocean can bring true despair.

Surrounded by an army of hundreds of thousands of undead, with the clanging of skeletons filling the air, and some enormous monster lurking in the thick fog not far away...

Morale was quickly eroded, and Kate misjudged the soldiers' fighting strength. His plan was to rotate and rest every three hours, but the team he personally led only lasted two hours.

Stepping into the civilian house that served as a camp, the firewood crackled and burned. The soldiers sat around the fire pit, their eyes glazed over, holding bowls of mutton soup. Their soaked clothes, baked by the high temperature, gradually emitted white smoke.

Luna blinked; she seemed to see someone who shouldn't be there.

Among the nuns treating the soldiers' wounds was Saint Jane.

Luna, who stepped forward, looked surprised: "Lady Jane, what brings you here?"

Jenny frowned slightly, dispelled the emerald magic in her palm, stood up and replied, "I must come to the front lines to see this large-scale, unequal battle."

"And your troops are suffering too many casualties, Luna. I need to go to the battlefield myself."