After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

"Giant insect!"

The mountains resembled the sea, and the cruise ship broke through the waves in the darkness, with a mixture of red and white substances converging on its hard shell.

The undead and human knights scattered in mid-air all fell into a coma or died under this terrifying impact.

Bones shattered against the armor with a clattering sound, the knights circled and tightened their defenses, and the undead behemoth launched a sudden attack, its feet stomping on the ground, causing shattered rocks to tumble down amidst the violent shaking.

In just one encounter, more than two hundred knights lost their lives.

A direct confrontation is not a wise choice. The reason why a calamity is a calamity is that numerical superiority is meaningless in the face of a calamity.

"So, did you find the magic crystal core?"

"Sir, nothing was found."

"Damn it, let's retreat!"

The knights scattered, dismounted, and formed battle formations to fiercely fight against the undead that charged at them again.

The warhorses galloped towards the mountaintop, the hail of spears slowly receding, the rugged road slowing their pace, and more and more undead gathering before them.

The knight, his weapon crushed, drew his longsword and, relying on the protection of his heavy armor, charged swiftly into the enemy ranks, letting out a final roar.

Without needing any sentimental words, the comrades' faces showed pain; they knew that these brothers would never come back.

"Born free, fearless of death!"

The swords sliced ​​through bone after bone, and a five-person squad unleashed astonishing combat power, suppressing the undead race, which outnumbered them by hundreds of times.

An incredibly fierce battle raged on the wildly dancing blades, the night trembled with courage, a massive head cast a shadow, and the entire battlefield fell silent.

They stepped forward, and the sound of a body being torn apart echoed through the air...

The iron ball thrown into the sky burst into the brightest daylight, illuminating the dwarven scouts who were lurking in the shadows.

The sudden change in the battle left the dwarves bewildered, but the signals emitted by the light foreshadowed an escalation of the fight.

On the other side of the valley, Luna, who had already arrived at the forward command post, lay on the ground, listening intently to the muffled and noisy sounds of battle not far away.

Robert, standing to the side, gripped a broadsword and tried to calm his tense breathing.

"Can you be quiet for once?" Luna glared at him. This old guy is supposed to be an S-rank adventurer, but his mental fortitude is worse than that of an ordinary soldier.

Robert quickly covered his mouth, finding it hard to believe, but the one lying on the ground was now one of the few remaining rulers of humanity.

Brushing the dust off the ground, Luna stood up and saw the bright light shining on the opposite mountain peak.

This is a sign that a powerful enemy has emerged.

According to the plan, the 2nd and 3rd Regiments of the 3rd Division would set up defenses in the eastern part of the valley, while Paul and the Knights Division would ambush in the western part of the valley.

Once the undead army enters the valley, Luna will lead the main force of the Second Division to rush down and cut them off. This is a chain-like overall strategic concept of launching attacks from the center and from both sides.

An unimplemented plan is always a good plan, because how things develop depends on the force of change.

Luna spent a long time trying to figure it out before she realized that the elves were running away.

Without any warning, the mountain elves abandoned their defenses. More than half an hour later, some undead finally appeared on the ridge and began to pursue the mountain elves heading east.

"What does 'ran away' mean?"

Luna was so angry she laughed, and the elven princess Tina on the other side was also so angry she laughed.

Do her kind of creatures think that they can escape safely just because humans are standing in their way?

"Truly... utterly devoid of any spirit of dedication."

Tina brandished her sword, and the 40,000-strong undead army and 20,000-strong elven rebels behind her immediately sprang into action, surging into the forest in pursuit.

After the knights, who had been fighting and retreating, met up at the mountaintop, they quickly mounted their horses and withdrew back to the valley. The two undead legions, one led by Tina and the other by the undead giant insects, sandwiched Luna's second division in the middle.

Ignoring the abstract elves, Luna was immediately confronted by the undead swarming down the hillside like a flood. She quickly sent Teemo to warn the Third Division's troops, while she returned to command to report the situation.

Kate didn't show any expression after listening. He had already completed the overall plan, so everyone turned their attention to Jenny.

The fact that the giant insects were actively pursuing the human forces was also a dangerous sign; at least no one could guarantee that the goddess wasn't watching their every move.

"Gentlemen, we are already the most elite force of mankind. We cannot and should not escape this war."

Jenny's gentle yet firm words resonated in everyone's hearts.

"Everyone get ready. The entire Second Division will be deployed to the western battlefield."

Having said that, Jenny took her holy staff, slung her short sword at her waist, and walked out of the command post.

As the mountain breeze blew at night, Jenny would occasionally be startled by the passage of time, the scene of going to the Earl's territory with the Duke and defeating the undead giant serpent still vivid in her mind.

That was the beginning of the Duke's becoming an undead, and it was after that that Janet finally found someone she could serve for the rest of her life.

A true leader is one who faces the most dangerous enemies, defeats the most formidable foes, commands the loyalty of the faithful, and instills fear in the deceitful.

And now, she wants to become that kind of person.

As the holy staff touched the ground, an extremely complex magic circle was instantly released, and an extremely powerful life force swept across the hillside, turning the entire forest green.

The divinely gifted spirit in the distance turned around in astonishment, and Paul, who was rushing to provide assistance, also reflected a strange scene of green and black in his pupils.

The soldiers of the Second Division felt an unprecedented power; they seemed to have become a unified whole, and a verdant halo slowly appeared on their backs.

The undead giant worm halfway up the mountain stopped, its body steaming with black mist under the light. Its scarlet eyes met Jenny's silent gaze, and only the howling wind roared in the empty valley.

"Northern Army, attack!!"

With a shout from Luna, the Second Division, which had been preparing for battle for a long time, charged down the valley, and the giant insect responded with a deafening roar.

A wave of death erupted, and two massive armies, carrying halos and black mist, accelerated dramatically as they clashed bloodily in the small river at the center of the valley.

The ground shook violently, and even Luna fell from her horse in the first clash. Her personal guards screamed as their skulls were torn apart, but the young lady rose to continue the attack.

"Son of the North, follow me forward!"

Luna discarded her broken sword, took a heavy spear bearing a rose banner, and boldly stormed into the impenetrable Forest of Death.

White bones lay scattered, and military trains charged into battle. This was the Second Division's battle of revenge, an end in which neither flesh nor the immortal could escape. The piled-up bones blocked the river in just a few minutes, staining the earth red.

The chaotic battle was brought under control, and the appearance of heavily armored soldiers sounded the horn for a counterattack. The steel-clad warriors trampled over the cobblestones, and the undead that frantically pounced on them were crushed one by one.

Like an advancing city wall, the heavy infantrymen's short hammers shattered the road, sending bone fragments flying everywhere and embedding themselves in the skin of the soldiers behind them, the cracking sound of bones breaking echoing incessantly.