After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The veterans moved; this experienced wolf pack needed no words to communicate with each other.

Under the cover of smoke, amidst the billowing black smoke from the burning human bodies, one figure after another rapidly advanced toward the flank of the enemy's main force.

With visibility less than a meter in the thick fog, the veterans could only follow closely behind their comrades, enduring the discomfort in their respiratory tracts, and resolutely carrying out their missions in one unexpected encounter after another.

The scorching wind licked away the sweat from their faces, leaving behind streaks of black ash and red burns. Because the black fog was too chaotic, the veterans in the front row had no choice but to take off their clothes in unison. Anyone they touched who wasn't shirtless was stabbed through the body with a dagger, regardless of whether they were friend or foe.

More and more Imperial Guards, caught up in the chaos, stumbled upon the veteran regiment, and their agonizing screams drew Benjamin's attention.

But Benjamin couldn't care less about them, or rather, the war had progressed to this point that even he could no longer provide effective command.

The role of the personal guards became apparent; no matter when or where, they were the last troops the general could mobilize. However, Benjamin still needed his personal guards to protect the banner of the Central Guard.

Because once this flag falls, the future of the kingdom will be ruined in his hands.

The new army trained by Oswald put up a fierce resistance against the Imperial Guard, and the fighting power and will they displayed far exceeded Benjamin's understanding of the military.

On the chaotic battlefield, the two division commanders on the opposite side were fighting on the front line, and with Duke Oswald in the air like a storm, the battle cries of the Northern Army soldiers could no longer be described as madness.

After all, their monarch is right here...

"For the loyalty and glory of the Second Division!"

Upon noticing the veterans' movements, Division Commander Kate almost immediately understood their battle plan. He raised his sword high and led his heavily armored soldiers back into the inferno, launching a bloody counterattack.

Meanwhile, with the return of Diana's original soul, the pressure on Luna's shoulders eased considerably. Diana was, after all, a mage; even with her immense power and healing abilities, her clumsy swordsmanship posed no immediate threat.

Therefore, Luna ordered her soldiers not to pay attention to her battle; instead, they were to defeat the enemy on the flanks and use heavy cavalry as the spearhead to aid the main battlefront.

Luna felt a bit regretful and hesitated about whether to inform Lady Jane, as the young lady of the Northern Territory, she knew almost all the romantic interests of the core members of the Duke's mansion.

Paul is a gentleman, and perhaps because he can't forget Maria, he doesn't have any romantic feelings for her. Luna, on the other hand, is a little worried that Paul is seeing his brother a little too often at night.

On the surface, Reid is honest and kind, but in reality, he is cunning and ruthless. This ruthless man who climbed up from the bottom has missed the window of opportunity to find a good match. In other words, he can live very well on his own.

Then there's the strange entanglement between the elder brother and the two adults.

Lady Elene, needless to say, is a typical action-oriented person; her elder brother is a responsible person who would never consider anything—you are both my wings, and falling in love with two people would only make his conscience prick him.

So it's tough on Lady Janice... If Janice had helped in this decisive battle, Luna wouldn't be in such a passive position.

Or should I marry Lady Jane?

The stalemate needed to be broken. On the distant battlefield, Paul, impacted by the life magic, swallowed the metallic taste in his throat. The blazing sword light sliced ​​through the magic orb, causing a violent explosion behind him.

The binding magic was activated again in the next moment. Paul was unable to dodge in time and was frozen in place. Sophia lowered her staff in mid-air and instantly released an incredibly swift bombardment spell. The violent magic completely engulfed Paul.

The explosion was deafening, and the earth shook violently as space shattered. When the high plume of smoke cleared, Paul, covered in blood, knelt on one knee, barely managing to steady himself by gripping the hilt of his sword.

"Upright Paladin Commander, even the Goddess would feel sorry for such a model of virtue as you when you fall into depravity."

Sofia, confident of victory, floated over with a smile, hovering in mid-air, ready to deliver the final blow to Paul.

Paul frowned in confusion, seemingly talking to himself, "When did I become a role model?"

Sofia paused for a moment, then tilted her head, puzzled, and asked, "You mean...?"

With a snap, a lump of mud was suddenly thrown into the air by Paul. Sofia naturally just casually threw out a spell to defend against such a low-level trick.

However, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Paul on the ground had inexplicably covered his eyes with his arm.

Sophia Adam reacted immediately, but the spell had already struck the mud ball, revealing a spinning iron ball.

Boom! The iron ball disintegrated in mid-air, and as the fragments flew, a terrifying light, as bright as day, engulfed everything within a radius of a hundred meters.

"Ah! Ah!"

Hearing Sophia's cries of agony, Paul smiled involuntarily. He immediately activated the Six-Pointed Star, instantly dodging Sophia's barrage of attacks.

Do you even understand the prestige of the top squad in the North? In all these years of covering for Luna and Lisa, Paul has also learned a lot of underhanded tactics.

Surprisingly, it works quite well.

As the blinding light faded, Paul, who had precisely locked onto Sofia, unleashed a series of thrusts while sprinting. Taking advantage of Sofia raising her hand in the wrong direction, he stomped the ground and shot into the sky like a streak of light.

"Blazing Star, the Divine Word has fallen!"

The sword light flashed, and a three-thousand-foot-long red light fell in an instant. The air molecules released terrifying energy as they split, and the power transmitted by the bombardment caused the magic circles in Sophia's hands to shatter one after another.

Realizing something was terribly wrong, Sophia immediately deployed a magical shield, enveloping herself in a ball of light. Just as she was annihilated by the red light and knocked down from mid-air, Paul suddenly appeared and stabbed Sophia in the back with his sword.

The crimson light scorched his internal organs, and fragments of the shattered magical shield rained down like stars. Sophia gritted her teeth and activated a spell she only used when near death. Blood gushed from the air, transforming into beams of attack, carrying an icy chill that relentlessly corroded and peeled away Paul's flesh.

A red glow, fresh blood—the two severely injured individuals crashed into the grass.

The moment the various strange phenomena disappeared, there was a sharp crack. Sophia, who had struggled to get up, was violently struck by something hard, fracturing her leg bone and falling back to the ground.

The life magic stone within her body continuously repaired her flesh. When Sophia regained her sight, the first thing she saw was Paul, whose wounds were rapidly healing, and several decaying chains rising from the ground.

Both of these things shocked and puzzled her.

Sofia had nowhere to escape. The corrupted chains quickly broke and bound her limbs, and even her staff fell as her bones crumbled.

With the outcome decided, Paul returned her smile.

"Did you know? This spell was originally called Death Cage, and it belongs to the control magic category. However, the Duke remodeled it into a highly lethal spell, like... this."

Paul casually waved his hand, and an even thicker chain burst from the ground, tearing Sophia's body, which was bound in place, apart. Then, in the pool of blood, he lifted her head high and trembled as he crushed her unwilling head into a blood-and-white mixture of liquid.