After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The cycle of life and death continues endlessly. The residents who collapsed and fled, the refugees who devoured their food, and the soldiers who held out until the last moment were all swallowed up by the molten, viscous corpses.

They dissolved into part of the Dead Sea, the city was destroyed, and pairs of skeletal hands stood up, like a field of blood-red flowers blooming.

Dale held his wife in his arms, and he saw the waves of death, but he didn't want to do anything.

This wretched world doesn't seem to intend to let the Eastern Territory off the hook.

"Dell, we need to get out of here quickly."

Barbara, who was barely clinging to life because of the holy water, slowly coughed up blood from her mouth. She stretched out her hand, as if trying to force herself to stand up.

But Dale took her hand and hugged her tightly.

"There's no need to run away, Barbara. I know you're scared, but we don't need to run away anymore. Wherever you go, I'll be with you..."

"You're an idiot, Dale, but I'm an idiot too, and so is that coward Frank."

She chuckled softly and nestled her head into Dale's warm embrace.

"I'm so tired, spend some more time with me, Dell."

Gazing at the desolate city, the thick stench of blood assaulted her nostrils. Isolde stood on the city wall, stretching lazily in the gentle breeze.

She was in a good mood because she had successfully completed a mission.

"Perhaps on the day the goddess descends, we too will die silently like this."

Lucas nearly choked to death while eating the burrito Isolde brought him. What does that mean? After boarding your pirate ship, the greatest reward the goddess can bestow is death?

"Don't overthink it, Lucas. Sometimes death really is a blessing."

"uh-huh."

Looking down at those strange bone hands, even with his strong mental fortitude, Lucas lost his appetite.

If the goddess wants to destroy the world, then let her destroy it. Whether it's a great flood or something else, this time there will be no gift called Noah's Ark.

The two heartthrobs, Thorne and Barbara, harbor far too many secrets. Even Lucas doesn't understand what it means for Isolde to throw Barbara's heart into the pool of corpses.

In any case, the tower's magic circle had stopped spewing out corpses.

"What's next? Go back to the capital?"

Isolde, dressed in a nun's habit, offered a strange prayer.

"I don't know, I'll wait for further instructions."

Now Lucas was certain that the goddess truly didn't care about the papacy, and perhaps even the goddess herself didn't know the specific prayer gestures.

……

"Keep up! Keep up! You are warriors, fill yourselves with courage!"

On the other side of the Eastern Territory, Luna, unaware that the wedding had turned into a zombie horde, was still enthusiastically causing trouble for Dale.

She led her new army into the city, where the local count had gathered all his troops in order to fight Luna to the death because of the notorious and wicked Northern army.

However, the nobles' private soldiers underestimated the fighting power of the Northern Army, especially Luna's personal guards, each of whom was an elite among elites.

They appeared in the most chaotic wars, carrying out the most brutal orders; years of fighting in the north and south had long since honed them to be incredibly sharp.

In just one round of fighting, a gap was torn in the city's defenses.

The adjutant and the female soldier worked in perfect harmony. They dismounted at the same time, each wielding a long sword and a shield, taking turns to cover the lives being taken.

The adjutant stepped back and pulled out a corpse that was gushing blood. He heard the young lady cheering and then glanced back curiously.

To be honest, it was quite unexpected for the adjutant that he could fight back against six wounded soldiers with dozens of spears.

He and his brothers were already doing their best to eliminate the most formidable enemies within the enemy ranks.

However, this is by no means the young lady's fault; it must be that Paul did not train the troops properly and betrayed the young lady's trust.

Paul, who was on the city wall, sneezed. He waved his hand, signaling the paladins to go and clear out the remaining enemies.

"My lord, it must be your wife missing you," the paladin standing next to Paul teased.

"yes."

Paul smiled faintly, not dwelling on the past, and focused his energy on the war.

The recruits had very little training time, so Paul could only let them grow in battle. Seeing the recruits set up a chaotic gun formation and take down the remaining enemies, Paul nodded in approval.

Not bad, at least they have the courage to actively fight the enemy.

"Continue the attack, and divide your forces to hold the street entrance."

After issuing a series of orders and occupying the streets near the city walls, Luna released the dwarf army and led the new recruits forward steadily.

The battlefield is a bit chaotic, but that's okay. Once Paul has dealt with the defenders on the city walls, we can launch an attack from another direction, and everything will be fine.

The dwarves' support greatly relieved the pressure on the lieutenant and his men. Street fighting is the most troublesome kind of battle. Although the enemy's combat strength is not high, their commander is very good at real-time deployment. Every time the personal guards advance, they are harassed from multiple directions.

The dwarves at the front quickly overturned the enemy formation with a burst of speed in a sprint. This group of heavily armored, tough guys practically charged into the forest of swords and spears, using brute force to break the enemy soldiers' weapons. Then, while ramming with the horns on their armor, they exaggeratedly spun their warhammers, which weighed more than ten kilograms each.

The nobles' private soldiers, who had almost never seen dwarves before, let alone fought them, quickly fell into panic due to the sudden increase in casualties.

They genuinely didn't know how to deal with the dwarves; these tin cans were more agile than they had imagined, and a seemingly light hammer could break a person's spine.

"For the Duke, for the Blood-Bride!"

Once the dwarves gained the upper hand, they immediately unleashed a war cry to crush the enemy's will to fight.

Meanwhile, the guards, whose combat duties had been reassigned, began to assist the dwarves in their attack, forming crossbow squads.

In mid-air, arrows flew back and forth, and more and more personal guards began to climb onto the rooftops to engage in a life-or-death struggle with the enemy's elite archers.

Luna, unaware that she had earned a strange nickname for her boasting, continued to guide the new recruits in battle.

"Block! Thrust! These are the simplest fighting techniques. Don't underestimate them; simplicity often represents strength."

Holding a long spear, Luna led the new recruits into a street to wipe out the enemy. With light steps, she patiently repeated the same set of movements to the recruits, and the enemies who fell to the tip of her spear piled up like a mountain.

The new recruits were shocked and moved. Not only did the highest-ranking officer come to the front line in person, but he also taught them how to fight effectively. This was a treatment they had never received in their lives.

The spear moved like the wind, and the seemingly ever-changing thrusting movements were gradually understood by the new recruits. The young lady's every step had a clear pause, which allowed her to thrust the spear more steadily and powerfully.

"Waaaaah!"

Upon reaching the designated position, Paul ordered his paladins to sound the horns. Luna's eyes lit up; this was the signal that Paul was about to launch a general offensive.

"Charge! Follow me, charge!"

Without time to explain further, Luna raised her spear high, her pose cute yet exuding murderous intent.

"Go go go! Capture nobles for bounties, kill counts for gold coins!"