After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

"Transmigrators are like the goddess of nature arbitrarily altering the natural environment; the goddess of life does not treat life as an independent entity. Being born is taken for granted, and you could have simply stood by and watched..."

Boom!

The air was compressed into a shrill whistle, and several spells clashed under the gloomy sky. The rampant energy grazed the heads of the people, splattering streaks of blood.

Numb, Lucas followed the army in the charge. The army's mages entangled the paladins, but the northern army's cavalry, with their high mobility, kept reaping lives with their arrows. Lucas had only charged halfway when the cavalry split into two groups and quickly widened the distance between them.

Before they could catch their breath, another dense rain of arrows came, spraying out a cloud of blood mist.

The Central Army's original plan was to launch a siege of Green Gorge City...

Instinctively raising his shield, Lucas gritted his teeth and forcefully wiped the sweat and blood from his face. Green Canyon, Green Canyon is still far away!

They fought on the grasslands, in the fields, and by the rivers, because the tyrant of the Northern Territory had already extended his tentacles into the Central District, bewitching the villagers and desecrating the human kingdom!

Lucas liked these propaganda slogans very much because most of the soldiers who believed them died.

The army advanced, bleeding profusely, and the cavalry attacks were endless. In addition to arrows, they also enjoyed burning down camps at night with some kind of oil.

However, the Central Army's retaliation was also fierce. All the villages that had formed militias and defenses to help the Northern Territories resist the royal army were massacred.

Like many soldiers, Lucas didn't even know when the massacre took place. When he did find out, he could only silently recount the filth.

Murder has become a matter of course; there are dead people everywhere, and people who won't live long.

Lucas wanted to retreat, but no one paid attention to his opinion. A commander of the Imperial Guard kept telling him: "Find another opportunity to kill Paladin Commander Paul."

From the commander's eyes, Lucas could tell he was serious; it wasn't some frivolous joke between military thugs. He genuinely believed Lucas could kill Paul…

Upon hearing the order to retreat, Lucas knew that the day's battle was over.

The Central Army now occupies four empty villages, establishing fortified camps there. Because of the previous logistical raid by cavalry, the Imperial Guard commanders have learned to be cautious and methodical.

In other words, the Central Army wanted to wear down the Northern Army on its territory in the Central Region.

There's no need to worry about military merits. The Northern Army can kill hundreds of people in a single attack, and so can they, including men, women, the old, and the young.

Every day brought good news, and every day was a triumphant advance, but Lucas and his men knew perfectly well that the army had been tied down.

The Northern Army cavalry did not pursue, and the paladins waited for the militiamen, who were old in equipment but heavily armored, to leave before quickly withdrawing from the battlefield.

Lucas arrived at the tent, glanced back at the corpses on the battlefield that had become food for vultures, and listened to the heart-wrenching screams around him, feeling a sense of disorientation.

"Don't be discouraged. Once the new knights join the battle, we will definitely be able to turn the tide."

Idsol, who had somehow become a medic, jogged over to bandage Lucas's wounds. She poured her homemade holy water onto Lucas's arm, which had been accidentally injured by magic, with a faint smile on her face.

Lucas was initially resistant, as he didn't think holy water was a good thing at first, but he got used to it later.

Who cares what she's pouring out? It's good enough if she can live another day.

Idsol was confident about the future, but Lucas didn't believe in the nonsense about a counterattack, and now he only had regrets.

At night, Lucas, whose nerves were weakened by the torment, jumped up and heard a clanging sound of assembly coming from outside the tent.

It was no surprise that the Northern army, relying on its cavalry advantage, had come to harass them again.

Lucas quickly donned his armor, drew his sword, and left the tent. He randomly joined a large group of soldiers and they headed to the gate to defend it.

But this time it seemed different. The battle at the gate was exceptionally fierce. Perhaps because the Northern Army had suffered a minor setback during the day, they directly conscripted a magician this time.

Several magic arrays unfolded in the night, and the relentless bombardment spells smashed the gates of the stronghold. The exploding orbs of light plowed a path through the blood mist, and the soldiers in front turned into ashes amidst their cries of agony.

What emerged from the dust was not cavalry, but a formidable troop of tall, heavily armored soldiers.

They held up iron shields that could cover their entire bodies, providing cover for the archers behind them as they advanced layer by layer. The arrows in the darkness were hidden yet deadly, whistling through flesh and blood, echoing with cries of agony.

Once again cursing the scouts' incompetence, Lucas, whose scalp had been pierced by an arrow, skillfully retreated. Luckily, his skull was strong, or he would have been done for.

His current camp, serving as a bridgehead for the attack, has a total of over 15,000 soldiers, all of whom are elite Imperial Guards, and is equipped with 50 mages.

On paper, their military strength is impressive, but in reality, even a Northern Territory army can come and trample on them.

Go ahead and beat them up. Lucas is used to it anyway. He's figured it out: local troops, the Imperial Guard, and the Royal Knights mixed together can't possibly obey a unified command.

After suffering a defeat, they have to divide their forces; after dividing their forces, they get beaten up; after getting beaten up, they blame their allies... If they could cooperate properly and launch an attack once, the Northern Army would have fled back to defend the city long ago. Why are they now engaged in chaotic battles in the open field every day?

The Central Army had no will to fight, but the Northern Army was like a man possessed, eager to devour them alive.

"We must retreat."

It was rare that Isolde and Lucas reached an agreement. She rushed over, poured a bottle of holy water on Lucas's head, and looked extremely solemn.

"The Northern Army is serious this time. Come with me, Lucas, a dangerous guy has arrived on the battlefield."

After quickly bandaging Lucas's wounds, Isolde led him away from the main force of the Imperial Guard that was still reinforcing the front lines. Before he could even feel the girl's warm hand, Lucas turned around sharply and saw a bloody light cruelly dismantling the Imperial Guard's battle formation.

As heavily armored soldiers pushed aside with their iron shields, limbs and weapons flew through the air. A woman with a neat red ponytail, dressed in a black dress and without any armor, stepped forward with a cold gaze. In an instant, her impenetrable blades could slice a head into eight pieces.

No Imperial Guard could stop her; her imposing figure remained unwavering, each step she took stirring up a storm of blood and carnage.

The fragments of the corpses paved the way for the Northern Lord, and the black bone blades fell, cleaving the Imperial Guards in two, armor and all.

Her calm footsteps became the most terrifying advance on the battlefield. Elite shield bearers surrounded her, and countless powerful warriors followed her. Her frenzied steps obeyed her will. The Northern Army moved in perfect unison, madly crushing all enemies in their path.

It seemed that the moment she appeared, the entire battlefield naturally began to revolve around her.

Indeed, just minutes later, Lucas witnessed the collapse of the camp. The Imperial Guards fled in terror from that red figure, crowding together to form a river of blood at her feet.

After the main battle was defeated, another shocking piece of news came: the Northern Army's cavalry had outflanked the Central Army's rear.