After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The holy flames were purer than snow, falling wisps of them from the void.

Some soldiers spontaneously combusted for no apparent reason, but as they jumped off their horses in terror and rolled on the ground trying to extinguish the flames, the green corrosive fuel finally revealed its most terrifying aspect.

Upon contact with the fire source, a silent green light engulfed everything, followed by a deafening roar. Rumbling flames surged with shockwaves, igniting a corner of the Holy Knights' Order.

Before it could even utter a sound, this highly toxic and corrosive fuel released terrifying heat the moment it began its chemical reaction.

The warhorses and soldiers were instantly vaporized, their skin, fat, muscles, bones, and internal organs exposed to the firelight layer by layer.

Interesting fact: when humans are burned in a fire, the only thing left after the fire is often just the flesh around their abdomen.

Feeling the scorching heat of the air, before the surviving royal knights could react, Paul's sword, also bursting with intense heat, charged into the army's ranks from the side.

The Northern Army didn't care whether the fire was extinguished or not; even in the worst conditions, they would still hold on tightly to the enemy's neck!

"All troops, listen to my command: block the Central Army's reinforcements and delay their arrival on the battlefield as much as possible."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

At Jenny's command, five thousand light cavalrymen quickly assembled, and the soldiers took down their bows and arrows from their backs and swept south like a whirlwind.

At this moment on the battlefield, the Royal Knights were blocked by fire to the west and south, the Holy Knights had completed the blockade to the east, and the knights in the north were also gathering in a roundabout way, like a heavy hammer smashing into this tempering of iron and fire.

Warhorses leaped amidst waves of blood, and the brutal battle resumed. As the most elite forces in human combat, the battles between knightly orders were often closer to the most fundamental form of combat.

After the charge came to a halt, the cavalrymen almost immediately engaged in close combat, their weapons whistling as they smashed down on the enemy's heads.

These tin cans are equipped with the best gear; ordinary soldiers who see them on the battlefield would probably not feel any desire to fight.

But compared to the previous evenly matched battles, the addition of the paladins undoubtedly sealed the fate of the royal knights.

The paladins numbered only six hundred, but these magic-wielding swordsmen, proficient in magic, could easily shatter heavy armor. In the face of magic, armor always seemed to have many holes.

The battle quickly turned into a one-sided massacre, especially with Paul, an S-class combat unit, leading the paladins in a valiant charge that resulted in massive casualties through sheer slaughter.

The Northern Knights were as frenzied as ever. These gentlemen, who secretly wept at night, seemed to have molten lava accumulating in their chests, spewing out endless rage.

The battlefield at this point could no longer be described simply as bloody; broken weapons and shattered armor became the best iron felt for beating flesh and blood.

Internal organs could burst out from who knows where, limbs could be torn apart at any time, warhorses neighed mournfully beneath layers of piled-up corpses, and heads rolled wildly in the chaos.

Covered in blood, Paul charged through the cavalry formation, carrying a noble head, his armor devoid of any golden gleam, shattering the last vestige of the royal knight's pride.

The battle escalated into the worst nightmare. The royal knights fled in panic, trying to escape the battlefield by rushing into the flames. Some were thrown to the ground by their terrified warhorses, while others set themselves ablaze, falling like meteors...

Braving the relentless barrage of arrows, the Imperial Guards gritted their teeth and endured the casualties.

Ignoring the harassment from the Northern Army's light cavalry, they quickened their pace toward the battlefield, only to encounter Royal Knights who were burned beyond recognition but recklessly charged into their allies' formations, fleeing in terror.

Their support came too late; of the royal knights who survived, only a fraction remained, totaling no more than five hundred.

Seeing this, the light cavalry quickly retreated. There would be many more opportunities to harass the Central Army in the future. Without the support of the heavy cavalry, the Central Army was no different from a sitting duck in their eyes.

Besides, the Commander-in-Chief has a bad temper, and who knows who spread the rumor that the Holy Maiden is both beautiful and gentle, and that having such a commander is their blessing.

Where is the gentleness? Please tell me.

After the raid concluded and the strategic objectives were achieved, the three forces immediately assembled to clean up the battlefield, removing a large amount of armor and weapons, and capturing nearly two thousand warhorses.

Without the Royal Knights, a powerful heavy cavalry force, the Central Army, relying solely on the mediocre cavalry of local forces, was utterly unable to withstand the Northern Army's cavalry attacks on the main battlefield.

Whether it was the harassment by light cavalry or the digging of enemy lines by heavy cavalry, it was enough to give the Central Army a headache for a long time.

From the beginning, Jenny did not intend to wage a defensive war in Green Gorge City. Firstly, the construction plan for the military fortress in Green Gorge City was still underway; secondly, the vast plains would allow the Northern Cavalry to better utilize their advantages.

Furthermore, the rural areas surrounding Green Gorge City have already been incorporated into the Northern Territory's administration. In the future, this area will become the main battleground for both sides.

"The Knights will return to Ironlake City to rest and regroup. The light cavalry will remain under Paul's command to continue harassing operations in this area and launch repeated attacks on the Central Army. I will have Division Commander Kate coordinate with your operations."

Upon arriving at a small village, after arranging the next steps, Jenny instructed, "Remember, our goal is not to repel the enemy, but to do everything possible to cripple their manpower."

"The enemy's retreat is not the end. As soon as they retreat, we must pounce on them immediately, sending them as far as possible! Kill as many as there are!"

Jenny's emotionless words drifted in the wind, and the light cavalrymen under the night sky all shivered.

They must have been deceived before they came. This is no benevolent saintess; she is clearly an iron-blooded marshal!

Jenny's carriage left with the Knights. Before parting, Paul did not try to comfort the active volcano, but instead joked.

"Remember to inquire about Lady Elene's rest schedule. When it comes to loving beauty, you're still not as good as her."

Upon hearing this, Jenny quickly touched her face, and after realizing what had happened, she couldn't help but glare at Paul.

Paul laughed heartily, waved goodbye, and left.

The night was still long. After the battle, Paul ordered his cavalry to camp where they were, while he went alone to a stream and silently washed the blood off his body.

After the Duke disappeared, Janet was not the only one who couldn't sleep.

Paul considered himself lucky. He met the Northern Territories when he was most lonely and helpless, and was inexplicably rescued by the Northern Territories cavalry when he was on the verge of death.

The friendly atmosphere in the Northern Territory largely stems from the charm of the Duke of Oswald himself.

He was a really strange person, and every time he met me, he always had a half-smile on his face.

Paul liked to go to the Duke's room before going to bed at night to discuss things with him. No matter what problems they encountered, the Duke always seemed to have a solution.

The icy stream washed away the grime from Paul's face. The dark water reflected no image. He thought that after helping Luna defeat the Central Army, he should go find the Duke.

Although the Duke always said that no one is indispensable, Paul had a premonition that if things continued like this, many people would not be able to hold on...