After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The vast fields are covered in lush green grass in June.

Clumps of tiny wildflowers, like stars in the sky, bloomed freely under the blazing sun, surrounding the rotting corpse and swarming flies.

Blood dripped onto the petals, the blood flow soaked the roots, and the scout, riddled with arrows, coughed up blood from the wound on his neck, his mouth opening and closing as he murmured death. In his dazed eyes, the surging iron cavalry trampled across the fields of life.

A lone warhorse, caught between the two armies, reared up restlessly, but the fallen scout was no longer able to give clear orders.

The two armies assembled, with 50,000 against 30,000. The Imperial Guard, which had a numerical advantage, was the first to riot.

Nearly ten thousand cavalrymen formed a dark cloud that blotted out the sky. Banners of the legions fluttered in the wind, and the hoofbeats of the horses shook the earth, stirring the wildly beating hearts of the Imperial Guards.

As the light cavalry moved to the left, the torrent to the north suddenly parted, revealing tall warriors in heavy armor and shields. Their synchronized steps resembled those of a massive fortress, embodying the will of the monarch.

The maid who destroyed everything, the crimson frost that symbolized desolation, stood before the legion, her raging warhorse reined in by the iron-shield guards.

The army immediately halted.

Eight hundred meters away, the seemingly endless Central Army sounded its mournful bugle call, forming a shield wall and setting up a forest of guns, slowly but resolutely launching its attack.

Boom! Boom! Footsteps collided with the armor.

Boom! Boom! The Imperial Guards roared out short battle cries.

The cavalrymen were impatient, their horses parched with hunger, but Eleanor, her ponytail neatly tied, simply smiled, pointed her whip at the Imperial Guard, and said, "Paul, if you can break through them in thirty minutes, we win."

Paul shook his head. The best of the entire Northern Army is gathered here; why would it take thirty minutes?

Rondo, positioned in the center of the army, ordered the war drums to be sounded, and a series of military orders were issued in an orderly manner.

With banners fluttering, Federico's heavily armored troops advanced to meet the enemy, while the light cavalry, at the sound of a whistle, rushed towards the left flank of the central army like a whistle.

One hundred meters, two hundred meters, every step squeezed out sweat, rapid breathing mixed with the roar of battle in their throats, the Imperial Guards were ordered to ignore the cavalry, but they were all watching the cavalry's roar with tension.

As they drew closer, the enemy forces before them were no longer black phantoms. The knights of the Northern Army remained on standby, silent as a heavy, black spear.

Anger flowed through Federico's blood. Under his leadership, two thousand heavily armored soldiers, seemingly oblivious to the fifty thousand-strong army, marched into the ranks at a steady pace.

The iron rain then fell.

"ah!!!"

What arrogance and madness! Under the terrifying pressure, the Imperial Guards launched a hasty attack. Several sharp spears pierced Federico's heavy armor, which covered his entire body. Federico swayed and raised the giant axe in his hand.

With a muffled clang, Federico cleaved through the shield, and to the astonishment of the enemy, mechanically beheaded another Imperial Guard.

Forward, hack and slash; forward, hack and slash!

Blood was flowing, and anger was burning! Two thousand heavily armored soldiers single-handedly halted the advance of an army of fifty thousand, while simultaneously destroying the Imperial Guard's shield wall with highly efficient firepower.

Countless spears tried to push them back with brute force, but the heavily armored soldiers did not retreat or waver. They cut through the forest of spears like clearing weeds, willingly offering their steel bodies to the enemy's jaws.

Flesh and blood were torn off and thrown to the ground, and panic spread among the Imperial Guards. At the same time, the light cavalry's attack arrived as expected, and the rain of arrows reflected the dazzling sunlight. The Imperial Guards on the left fell in droves.

Focused on the battlefield situation, Rondo ordered the main force to attack. Eleanor, Lisa, and the Shield Guards quietly joined the battle, followed closely by the Fourth Regiment and the crossbowmen, who formed their most proficient attack formations.

Elena's mission was singular: to tear apart the vanguard of the Imperial Guard, and for the legion to freely assemble combat units, like peeling an onion, intercepting and ambushing layer by layer!

The battle on the plains never ceased. The heavily armored soldiers who had held off the Imperial Guards withdrew from the pools of blood and quickly handed over the line to the Shield Guards. The Shield Guards, holding shields in one hand and drawing sharp longswords in the other, strode into the forest of spears.

The Imperial Guards were clearly relieved to no longer have to fight those heavily armored monsters. The Shield Guards focused on defense, but lacked offensive power.

But Luna formed the Shield Guard for only one reason: to cover and coordinate with Lisa's actions.

The petite Lisa was completely obscured by the giants, and even the shield guards around her had to be very careful to avoid knocking over their delicate damage dealers.

As soon as the front line made contact, rows of blood spurted out. Lisa wiped her staff, and after the team came to a complete stop, she began to chant a complex spell.

In mid-air, a massive magic circle blocked the ripples in space, and the bizarre scene drew countless terrified gazes.

Where are they? Where are the enemy mages?!

Taking advantage of the panic, the shield guards rushed forward, smashing their shields down on the trembling Imperial Guards, stepping on their chests while slicing off their bloody heads.

The commanders of the Central Army quickly issued orders to avoid the magical attack, but the army could not be easily mobilized. The spell, which required a minute and a half to cast, had already completed all the preliminary preparations.

hum!hum!

As Lisa uttered the last syllable, all her magic was suddenly drained by her staff. A burst of intense light poured down from the magic circle, a wave of extremely high frequency and terrifying impact that swept fiercely toward the center of the Imperial Guard.

As the first wave struck, the skin and flesh of the Imperial Guards tore apart; as the second wave struck, a thick cloud of blood mist instantly rose across the entire battlefield.

The third and fourth waves, even bones could not escape, converged into a shrill death song amidst the trembling earth and the high red dust, instantly wiping out the lives of thousands.

The center of the enemy lines became a sticky mess of flesh and blood, and the commander of the Northern Legion finally broke out of the lines, unleashing a red phantom.

"Following the master!"

The Imperial Guards couldn't understand why the Shield Guards were all crowding towards their location, but the Shield Guards simply smashed through the still terrified corpses, their brute force sending them flying into pieces of mangled flesh.

Elene killed faster and faster, and the shield guards became more and more frenzied. They followed the bright red flag closely, smashing together all sorts of disgusting bloody chunks of flesh and trampling out an attack path nearly three hundred meters long.

The 4th Regiment's spearmen proactively widened the passage to both sides. During the attack, they continuously formed combat groups with shield guards and archers, and with extremely stable coordination, they began to cover the already collapsed vanguard of the Imperial Guard.

The battlefield was in complete chaos. The enemy's center was a desolate wasteland with blood and flesh floating everywhere, and the enemy's front lines were being relentlessly slaughtered by large numbers of combat teams.

Count Rondo stared intently at the passageway, or rather, his gaze was fixed solely on Lady Elene.

Her high-speed and fierce slashes left the carnage behind her. Rondo clenched his fists nervously, watching Elena gracefully cut through the enemy lines.

As she slid dozens of meters through the sea of ​​blood, deftly scattering blood droplets from her blade, and stood proudly in the no-man's-land, Rondo clenched his fist and gave the final order to attack.

The attack route has been opened! The Knights are launching a full-scale assault!

Paul drew his sword, followed by five thousand heavily armored knights who had been waiting for a long time.

Amidst the thunderous roar of war drums, this jet-black heavy spear need not have its power diminished by the outer iron armor; in a rapid assault, it will pierce straight into the enemy's heart and then tear the enemy's body apart.