After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The Northern army proved with the blood of their enemies that even without the Duke's leadership, their united strength remained unbreakable.

Although the young lady is young and has a somewhat unconventional personality, she is a comrade-in-arms who once stood shoulder to shoulder with them and is the best successor to the new political system in the Northern Territory.

The soldiers were bloodthirsty; they were willing to offer up the corpses of the Central Army as a sign of loyalty for the young lady's coronation.

Beyond the blades, hordes of Northern cavalry launched attacks on the center of the camp in waves. Each of their advances was like a greedy beast, devouring the Central Army soldiers layer by layer.

The battle lines were collapsing, and soldiers from both sides were tearing at each other, venting their death with violence. The sounds of fighting echoed in Lucas's ears.

Just as the Imperial Guards were retreating, a bugle call pierced the night sky, signaling the completion of the assembly of the Third Royal Knights of the Central Army.

The wind howled, and the warhorses galloped faster. Facing the oncoming Royal Knights, the Northern Knights did not flinch. They roared and raised their heavy lances, launching another mass charge.

The collision of nearly ten thousand warhorses was like a thunderous explosion. The fearless knights ignited the fiercest flames of war. Their faces beneath their armor were incredibly ferocious, their arm veins bulging, and they slammed their bones against each other's sturdy armor, creating the sound of bones cracking.

Two heavily armed knightly orders began a fierce, almost tearing-to-the-bone battle. The frenzied hooves of horses piled up and trampled each other, and long spears and short swords clashed and drank blood, stirring up the entire battlefield.

Faced with such a chaotic battlefield, Lucas was numb and had no time to look away from the knights' desperate charge before the paladins had already poured their blood onto his face.

"Charge! Lucas, do not abandon our glory!"

Students from World Tree Academy, armed with weapons, rode past the stunned Lucas.

They're just paladins. They've seen them before, and they weren't particularly strong when they sparred in private. At most, they're just a group of knights who can cast some minor spells.

With this in mind, they quickly locked onto their target: the paladin commander whose armor gleamed with gold.

To catch the thief, first catch the king! Give the enemy a taste of their own medicine!

Paul was stunned. He hadn't expected that a group of young people from the Central District would not only not surrender after seeing him, but would also dare to launch a counterattack.

If it weren't for the battlefield, Paul might have given these young men a chance to live.

But the moment he saw the magical light, Paul's gaze turned icy, almost immediately classifying them as highly dangerous.

Paul's sword glowed with a steady red light. This man, once hailed as the number one young talent in the kingdom, taught these little monsters a lesson with his strength—the last lesson.

Stepping through the void, the dense barrage of spells was cleaved apart by a single sword strike. Paul suddenly unleashed his speed, and the blade, so sharp that its light and shadow were barely visible, met not swords and spears, but the necks of the students.

With a sizzling sound, the intense heat scorched the flesh and blood. A human neck was no harder than paper. A flash of red light, with unparalleled speed, plucked off a bewildered head.

The swift golden-armored warrior charged into the enemy ranks, the red light flashing up and down stirring up a bloody storm. Familiar figures fell one after another, their backs shattered. In the blink of an eye, Paul had already led his knights past Lucas, crushing the students' corpses.

Nobody took Lucas seriously. Dealing with ordinary soldiers who were too scared to even draw their swords was pointless for the paladins.

The camp was in ruins. In front of the battlefield, it was like two tough beasts were locked in a fierce struggle. Red, who had wanted to catch the Royal Knights off guard, shook his numb arm.

The Royal Knights lived up to their reputation, managing to hold their own against the Northern Territory Knights.

Realizing that continuing the fight risked being surrounded, Red decisively ordered a retreat and began implementing another plan of the commander-in-chief.

"Royal Knights, you sons of bitches! What kind of skill is it to hide behind the Imperial Guard? If you're so capable, let's find an open field and have a showdown. One charge from me and I'll wipe you out! I guarantee you'll have your fill of pleasure!"

The two forces began to converge. After receiving support from the Paladin Order, Red led his soldiers away from the battlefield. Before he could even catch his breath, he immediately turned around and unleashed a taunt skill.

Red's loud voice startled Paul, but the Holy Knights, who had swept away a large number of enemy soldiers, were soon met with a fierce counterattack from the Royal Knights.

Paul twitched his lips and desperately released the divine word of demise. If it weren't for his brothers in the Knights, he would have really wanted to kick Red down.

The Northern Army's night raid came and went quickly, but the Central Army, which had suffered heavy losses, would not let them go easily.

Provoked, the Royal Knights, enraged, launched a pursuit, while ten thousand Imperial Guards, having completed their assembly, joined the attack from two directions, providing follow-up support to the Royal Knights.

"Your classmates have chosen the wrong opponents."

Isolde, who hadn't shown up during the entire night raid, suddenly appeared out of nowhere and patted Lucas on the shoulder with a rather regretful expression.

Interestingly, Lucas's performance as a rookie actually saved his life.

The stench of blood from the battlefield grew increasingly foul. Lucas snapped out of his daze, turned, and asked, "Who was that person?"

"Who else could it be but Paul, the Holy Knight Commander of the Papacy, the one who killed the Blood-Clad Saintess, the kingdom's number one hero."

Isolde smiled, completely ignoring the oppressive atmosphere surrounding Lucas.

"It seems that among us, only you are his match, after all, you all overcame the curse, didn't you?"

With stomach acid churning, Lucas suddenly felt nauseous. Putting aside the question of why the Holy Knight Commander of the Papacy was in the Northern Territory, he always felt that the Northern Army was more like the one seeking revenge than the Central Army.

That fierce gaze, that furious roar from the bottom of his heart...

"Don't be scared."

Seeing Lucas's face turn pale and then red, Isolde patted him on the back to calm him down, saying ruthlessly, "This battle has only just begun."

……

Warhorses gallop across the vast plains, the scene of the Royal Knights chasing the Northern Knights under the cover of night is thrilling from afar, but foul language can be heard up close.

Reid, a pure-blooded soldier rogue, a pure and studious soldier rogue, has become increasingly adept at mockery thanks to the cultural knowledge he has acquired over the years, combined with the vulgar habits he has been exposed to since childhood.

Arrows flew back and forth between the two sides. Even the knights beside Red quietly moved away from him, lest their commander, who was constantly spouting insults, use them as shields.

Upon reaching the designated location, Red immediately became serious and began directing the Knights in a flanking maneuver.

In the dim light, the Royal Knights commanders quickly noticed something was wrong. The tremors coming from the ground were becoming more intense. Turning their heads again, they saw that Paul and his paladins had already turned their spears and launched a rapid attack from the side.

"Damn it, an ambush! Retreat!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than, taking advantage of the Royal Knights' momentary panic, the light cavalry hidden in the shadows lit their torches and swept out to encircle the Royal Knights' rear.

The royal knights were thrown into chaos. "Quickly, break out!"

A major battle was about to break out, and the generals of the Central Army never expected that the Northern Army would ambush a cavalry force here.

Wouldn't it be better to deploy all these cavalrymen to the battlefield?

Jenny's carriage appeared among the cavalry. The goal of this night raid has always been the same: to wipe out the Royal Knights, the most mobile and powerful knights in the Central Army!

"Get close to them and keep them occupied!"

Janet, who calmly gave the order, did not allow the light cavalry, who were skilled in mounted archery, to use bows and arrows to harass the enemy.

Arrows pose little threat to heavily armored knights, and the Northern Territory has recently acquired a powerful weapon that can be used in warfare.

The light cavalry moved with incredible speed, closing in like a net in small squads to the Royal Knights who were turning around to prepare for a swift retreat.

The young cavalrymen carried bows and torches, but no melee weapons.

But they all simultaneously opened the sealed leather bag tied to the horse's belly.

One by one, glass bottles filled with green liquid were brought out and, with the high-speed charge of the cavalry, these bottles were thrown one after another into the ranks of the Royal Knights.

The bottle shattered, and the splashed liquid stuck to the horse's hooves, hissing black smoke, which startled the warhorse, causing it to rear up and whinny in alarm.

"Be careful, this stuff can corrode flesh!"

Standing on the carriage, her long green hair danced in the wind. After Jenny and her cavalrymen had all moved to a safe distance, they lit up the magic circles in their hands.

Her eyes were cold as she softly uttered the name of the spell.

"Silent annihilation."