After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

When the 1st Division, led by Brenhal, arrived on the battlefield, they were met with a baffling melee.

The enemy had committed all their elite troops to the flanks, and for some reason, the young lady also chose to break through from the flanks. Even though flames were raging on the main battlefield, the devastation was not even a tenth as great as that of a heavy cavalry charge.

After patiently waiting for the soldiers of the First Division to form their battle formation, Brenhal did not immediately launch a general offensive. Instead, he quickly dispatched the First Regiment, which had the largest number of veteran soldiers, to support the flank of the battlefield.

The Second and Third Regiments lined up their guns and advanced in an orderly fashion to intervene in the main battlefield, freeing up the light cavalry.

No longer needing to fight the iron lumps, the light cavalry charged into the flank of the battlefield like lightning without saying a word, and a barrage of arrows whistled in as they rushed forward.

"You damn adventurer, you want to collect your bounty by killing me, huh?!"

Protected by her personal guards, Luna advanced swiftly forward. Each flash of her sword's cold light precisely grazed the enemy's blade, and the sharp whirlwind sliced ​​through the adventurers' bodies one by one.

Looking into the distance again, Paul was clearly entangled with some magician and probably wouldn't be able to return to help for the time being.

Wiping the bloodstains from her face, Luna took a deep breath and increased her speed again, using herself as the spearhead to forcefully charge into the Second Royal Knights' formation.

In the chaos of the battlefield, Lisa arrived just in time and immediately led her shield guards to block the adventurer legion. The frequent flashes of her staff neutralized all the adventurers' spells.

The remaining paladins seized the opportunity, and the entire team spun around like scythes, reaping the enemy forces and forcing them to retreat continuously.

The light cavalry joined the fray, their whistling arrows clashing and drowning out the royal knights' charge, constantly providing cover for the young lady's advance.

With the vigorous cooperation of the Northern Army, the Second Royal Knights' offensive was temporarily halted, and they gradually began to show signs of collapse.

But Luna Charles of the Northern Territory is right in front of us! Even if we wipe out the Royal Knights, it would be worth it as long as we can replace this sole heir of the Northern Territory!

Benjamin calmly observed the battlefield for a while. The defeat on the main battlefield was expected. The extremely well-organized gun formation of the Northern Army's 1st Division, coupled with the continuous throwing of Molotov cocktails, was indeed something that the Southern Army's shield guards could not withstand.

In just ten minutes, the Southern Army paid an extremely heavy price and kept requesting tactical guidance.

After a brief assessment of the combat strength, Benjamin realized that he was not the kind of general who would betray his allies. The previous series of attacks had unexpectedly caused the Southern Army to suffer a huge loss of nearly 20,000 soldiers, and the Southern Army was quite resentful about it.

If we don't give them a hand this time, we won't be able to fight the battles to come.

The military order was swiftly issued, and ten thousand imperial guards, armed with long spears forged from fine steel, immediately set out to support the main battlefield.

Having resolved the issues on the main battlefield, Benjamin then focused all his energy on the flanks.

The Northern Army's cavalry lived up to their reputation, and their own Royal Knights were repeatedly defeated.

Without the slightest hesitation, Benjamin deployed his last five thousand cavalrymen, along with five thousand elite Southern troops, to the flank of the battlefield.

At the same time, Benjamin also ordered the magicians not to be stingy with their magic and to suppress Luna Charles's advance!

The battlefield suddenly changed; a blinding magical light fell indiscriminately onto the battlefield, and the relentless bombardment spewed out thick blood mist.

The knights suffered a major blow. Amidst a dazzling surge of magic, even Luna accidentally fell from her horse. Her adjutant and female soldiers quickly stepped forward and stopped the enemy cavalry's counterattack.

"Now!"

Isolde, pulling a dazed Lucas, squeezed into the center of the battlefield, chanting incantations that transformed into beams of light that shot towards the fallen Luna.

The guards bravely tried to intercept the beam with their own bodies, but were reduced to countless fragments in the beam. Hearing the terrible screams, Lisa suddenly turned around, her staff forming layer upon layer of magic circles.

In the midst of the chaos, the two spotted each other, and the dense beams of light turned and burst forth, while Lisa's staff also unleashed countless layers of bombardment spells.

The violent collision of spells caused a terrifying spatial tremor amidst the explosion. Lisa's eyes were cold, and the wildly flashing light on her staff alternated between light and shadow in her eyes.

Even though she vaguely sensed the suppression, she did not retreat a step. Instead, she launched an even more ferocious attack, unleashing a torrent of spells that filled the sky.

Forced to focus on dealing with the heavy cavalry surrounding her, Isolde gritted her teeth and several beams of light swirled around her body, intercepting Lisa's multi-dimensional attacks.

Isolde had to admit that she had underestimated the magician opposite her. Such a petite body contained unfathomable magical power, and she could unleash spells at a rate of fifty times per minute.

The two were engulfed by a torrent of magic and bombardment. Blood slowly trickled from the corner of Isolde's mouth. She licked her lips and quietly turned to look at Lucas.

Having become familiar with each other, the two no longer needed to express themselves with words. Lucas gripped his sword tightly, nodded, and strode towards the young lady from the Northern Territory.

Luna, who had already stood up and was preparing to remount her horse with the help of her guards, sensed the movement of the wind.

She turned to meet the attack, deflecting Lucas's sudden strike with her sword and unleashing a fierce gust of wind that forced Lucas back.

Lucas, who had been thrown back several meters, landed heavily, staring at Luna's face in disbelief. His pupils trembled, and he felt that his brain had never experienced such a chaotic situation.

Is she a princess? Or a young lady?

Who is who?! The portrait in the king's room is clearly of her, so why has the queen suddenly become the young lady of the Northern Territory?

"Light cavalry, harass the enemy's main force! Throw out all your Molotov cocktails! Don't let their mages escape!"

Lucas, who had no reason to be stunned, quickly turned his horse around after mounting Luna and charged toward Isolde, who was surrounded.

Fortunately, a regiment of veterans from the 1st Division joined the battle, and with just one charge, they utterly repelled the enemy's counterattack.

Countless warhorses and cavalrymen were shattered by their long spears. Even when they clashed head-on with the elite Southern Army, a group of veteran soldiers gained the upper hand in the fierce battle of broadswords and long spears.

Their offensives came wave after wave, giving the enemy no time to breathe; each charge was an advance over mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

After years of honing their skills, their brilliance was finally revealed. No one could have imagined that these seemingly ordinary people, dressed only in the most basic armor, possessed such terrifying combat power.

The Northern Army Knights, having had a chance to rest, once again took on the heavy responsibility of attacking. The Royal Knights were nothing new to them; it was just another bloody battle!

The fighting on the flanks had clearly reached a fever pitch, but Benjamin could no longer send troops to provide support, because his old adversary, the Northern Army's 2nd Division, had completed its reorganization and was now fully committed to the main battlefield.

Clang!

To protect Isolde, Lucas had to confront Luna Charles, the cavalry commander of the Northern Army.

The adventurer legion followed closely behind, leaving the center of the battlefield to Lucas and Isolde, while the rest of them took the initiative to intercept the already enraged heavy cavalry and paladins.

The charge of the First Division's First Regiment and the Knights had already forced back the Second Royal Knights and the Southern Army. The surrounded adventurer legion could only put up a last-ditch fight.

Luna casually swung her sword a few times, but to her surprise, Lucas caught them all. Not only that, Luna could also feel that the sword in Lucas's hand was getting faster and faster.

Intrigued, Luna once again unleashed her bizarre swordsmanship.

As the wind rose, the blade sliced ​​through time, leaping past Lucas's horizontal sword interception. As the wind subsided, it seemed to swallow the trajectory of the blade's strike, and a large amount of blood gushed from Lucas's chest in an instant.

Hot drops of blood sprayed into the air, then suddenly accelerated as they fell. Only Luna noticed this familiar acceleration of time on the battlefield.

The world seemed to freeze for a second. Just before Lucas fell to the ground, Diana appeared on the battlefield, emerging from the void.

As Diana tossed Lucas and Isolde into a certain space, she turned and drew her sword. Beneath her cold, beautiful eyes, Luna unleashed a series of sharp and impenetrable slashes.