After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The last wandering undead was smashed to pieces by the chains of corruption. As soon as the spell was lifted, the elves behind it scattered in disarray.

It seems they don't want to go with Oswald to save the capital.

Oswald stood alone on the high ground, where he saw a crimson glow reflected in the sky above the silent capital city in the middle of the boundless forest, giving him a strong sense of déjà vu.

Perhaps out of fear of the system, or perhaps for a deeper purpose, the goddess has not yet descended upon this world in her complete form.

Gods cannot shed blood, and the system is a formidable force in the outside world; who knows what strange items they might possess.

For example, the concept card that forcibly deducts one drop of health.

But the only cards the goddess has to deal with him are probably the Cursed Incarnation and the Hero Thorne.

After passing through the elven path in the forest, Oswald stood on the wooden bridge and paused to observe the capital city stained with blood before him.

The elves' architecture is very distinctive. The elven wood, unique to the elven kingdom, is harder than stone and will not decay even after thousands of years.

So the elves use wood to build their cities, and as time goes by, new branches grow from these woods, creating the effect of living in a layered forest.

The dim sunlight couldn't penetrate the clouds, blood dripped from the emerald green leaves, and purplish-pink mist drifted out of the city, converging into a scarlet hue under the dark clouds.

Stepping over the corpses of the elves, Oswald entered the dilapidated city gate.

The world of butter is still too dangerous. Along the way, there are countless elves lying naked, their lower bodies seemingly shattered, drooping with nauseating liquid.

There was no fear or despair in the eyes of those corpses, only a calm that was almost indifferent. Perhaps the hero had not given them enough pleasure.

Or perhaps Thorne's Holy Lance injected them with a large amount of tranquilizer?

Continuing onward, Oswald encountered no living elves, nor were there any undead in the city. The streets were quiet, with only the occasional whistle of the wind passing through.

Finally arriving at a magnificent palace, Oswald looked up and met the gaze of an elf who was sitting on the steps in a daze.

That white-haired thing... why is it another white-haired elf...?

The white-haired elf had a pair of captivating, dazed eyes, a slender figure, and wore casual clothes with a crown on her head, suggesting she was of extraordinary status.

The white-haired elf waved at him, "Hey, human over there, are you here for a visit?"

Oswald smiled. "Very well, I've run into a lunatic."

As he walked uphill, he looked around at his surroundings. "That's about it. I'm mainly here to find someone."

"A man? Most men are probably dead." The white-haired elf got up, patted the dust off his butt, and made a bouncy sound.

After scratching some parts of herself, she reached out to Oswald.

"Hello, I am a princess from the Elf Kingdom. You can call me the Seven Devourer, or Tina."

"Hello, Tina, I'm Oswald."

Suppressing his nausea, Oswald had just grasped her hand when the system alarms went off like crazy.

[WARNING! WARNING! Eighteen types of sexually transmitted diseases and seven high-risk viruses detected. Emergency disinfection mode activated!]

With a whoosh, white powder appeared out of nowhere and covered Oswald's entire arm, turning into a large amount of foam that washed his palm clean.

Oswald: ...

He'd had enough of these indecent elves.

"Do you know that human man who goes around raping and killing elves?" Oswald threw away the handkerchief he was using to wipe his hands and took the initiative to ask about Thorne.

Upon hearing this, Tina's eyes widened, and a dangerous expression suddenly appeared on her face. "Perhaps you're referring to the divine messenger?"

"Don't worry, we will take good care of him until he completes the mission entrusted to him by the goddess."

A sense of romance swirled between the two men, who were less than fifty centimeters apart. Oswald chuckled coldly; he certainly couldn't understand these unrestrained immortals.

"A divine messenger? Has your goddess told you that a man will appear before you?"

"No, the other divine messenger only told me that I must kill any creature that tries to approach the royal palace!"

Tina's aura changed abruptly. She placed her hand on the hilt of her sword, swiftly drew it, and thrust it at Oswald. However, Oswald was faster than her, deflecting Tina's attack with a lightning strike.

Tina rolled over to create distance, somewhat surprised by Oswald's reaction speed; this was definitely not an enemy that could be easily dealt with!

Oswald stood still, first glancing at the nick on the Spiritwind Sword, then fixing his serious gaze on the sword in Tina's hand.

It has a unique metallic luster and a texture similar to Diana's knife, except that her sword is more finely crafted and has no rough marks on the blade.

[How could that be? This system has the genuine Spirit Wind Sword.]

The system's shocked voice rang in Oswald's mind. In the system's eyes, the quality of the Spirit Wind Sword could absolutely crush the vast majority of weapons in this world.

It actually cracked open with just a touch?

[This is troublesome. It all depends on your skills and technique, host.]

Oswald nodded, took a step forward, and the two figures disappeared from the spot almost simultaneously, a series of explosive shocks suddenly shaking the earth.

The flower in the mirror spread through the void. As the sword champion of the Elf Kingdom a thousand years ago, Tina displayed extraordinary strength as soon as she made her move.

Even more bizarrely, seemingly enhanced in some way, she was able to perform all sorts of outrageous maneuvers in the air.

Amidst the tremors, the gale-force winds that tore through the clouds struck down countless illusory figures. With his extreme speed, Oswald swung his sword, detonating thunder and shattering the illusory, flowery scene before him.

Tina appeared in the white mist created by the sonic boom, her sword flashing with a sharp, unpredictable and graceful curve. To protect his weapon, Oswald had no choice but to temporarily avoid her attack.

Two figures leaped into the air once more, lightning storms engulfed the void, and the undying magic, like the shrieks of the dead, tore apart the complex sword light. Corruption chains, like waves, entangled and slammed Tina away, and countless houses were destroyed amidst the wailing of souls.

"Haha, you're actually a magician!"

Tina rose from the ruins, laughing wildly, a hint of madness in her eyes.

Just as he wiped the blood from his mouth, Oswald, who had been accelerating through layers of wind tunnels, instantly flashed in front of her and unleashed a sword strike powerful enough to annihilate time.

Clang!

A sharp metallic clang pierced the eardrums, and a sudden gust of wind swept through the entire capital. Tina, whose skin had been metallicized, was knocked back dozens of meters, but managed to barely block Oswald's attack.

Oswald landed lightly, stared at the broken Spirit Wind Sword in his hand, and sighed heavily.

"Do you think this sword is all the divine messenger has given me?"

Tina staggered out of the ruins, pushed aside the wooden wall that had pinned her down, and gave Oswald a look of extreme pride.

"I accepted the test and gained power! I also received... the most joyful love!"

Oswald gently placed the broken sword on the ground with a hint of regret. He didn't respond to Tina's words; he had too much information to deduce any conclusions for the time being.

But could this be the surprise the goddess had prepared?

This is so annoying! What kind of metal is that? It's incredibly hard, and it can even live inside my body...