After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The battle axe roared as it pierced through a chest; the demons' formidable fighting prowess unleashed a bloodbath on the battlefield.

The iron hooked up the soldiers who could only murmur. The ogres, who had been bathed in human blood from head to toe, let out a maniacal laugh. This was the first time they had encountered human soldiers who were so vulnerable.

An eternal enemy has appeared, yet the recruits have no means of retaliating. It's a complete and utter crushing defeat!

The over three-meter-tall ogre toyed with the spears as if playing with children, and cleaved the fighting soldiers in two with the battle axe in its hand.

Thick slurry mixed with various colored entrails was splattered on the recruits' faces.

The stench assaulted their nostrils, testing their courage. The demon soldiers, assembled in combat squads, unleashed arrows from their crossbows, and sharp iron halberds sliced ​​through the limp shafts, tearing out fresh entrails in chunks.

The massacre ritual begins; when the weak are ruthlessly trampled upon, even willpower cannot find a way for them to survive.

The swarming demon soldiers quickly broke through the elven army's defensive line, and the recruits' battle formation was on the verge of collapse amidst the slaughter.

"Damn it! Retreat..."

Serfland roared as he charged forward, cutting down enemies. The battlefield was now a muddy mess of blood, and even the war deer beneath him was covered in filth.

Painted in red and black, a distant green light pierced the long night, and the veteran demon soldiers' expressions changed drastically. The familiar bugle call, the oppressive speed...

"Northern Army! Pikemen!"

Two unique terms represent everything: centuries of eternal war have made the two sides more familiar with each other than family.

The elves were surprised to find that the once arrogant demon army had suddenly erupted into a commotion, and the commanders at all levels, after their initial shock, quickly regained their composure and began to maintain discipline.

The ancient horns responded, and as General Colin's orders were relayed, the demon cavalry retreated like a tide, regrouping and preparing for battle amidst a series of urgent shouts.

"We chose the wrong time, Colin." The curvaceous Vivian lifted her purple-skinned calves and gracefully mounted the horse.

"This elven army is very powerful. If we are caught in a pincer attack, the entire expeditionary force risks annihilation."

Colin nodded and gave a slight bow with a faint smile.

"No, my princess, this is the perfect time."

In the night wind, Colin's words came to an abrupt halt amidst the stench of decay. Vivian frowned, watching the approaching green cavalry in the distance. Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted, and the boiling river water spewed forth clusters of tightly linked undead legions, like ant balls.

The two princesses of the destroyed kingdom, Tina and Diana, emerged from the void one after the other.

The last force arrived on the battlefield. Diana first glanced at the Northern Army, which had split up to attack them, and then looked at the grim Demon Army. The veins at the corners of her eyes twitched visibly.

She created an opportunity for the demons—a once-in-a-lifetime chance to invade the human kingdoms if they heeded her advice and chose to attack the Eastern Territory.

Luna's northern army would have to return to reinforce, allowing the demons to wait in comfort and completely annihilate the northern army's main southern force and most of its cavalry.

As it turned out, they also came to the Elf Kingdom to join in the fun!

The hero's plan was nearing completion, so she didn't care whether the Northern Army would come to the Elf Kingdom to cause trouble. However, since the Black and Red Heart plan began, she hadn't received any further orders.

Remembering her loyal mission, Diana chose to activate the Daedric race ahead of schedule to weaken the Northern Army, so that her future plans could proceed smoothly.

However, a series of unexpected events forced Diana to return to the battlefield once again.

The ever-growing Oswald became an indelible shadow in her heart; even the great creator would feel apprehensive about beings like the system…

"Go, Tina, and stain the earth red with the blood of your people."

"As you command, Great Sage."

After bowing respectfully, Tina remained silent. Instead of sending troops to stop the Northern Army, she led the disintegrating undead army in a charge towards the location of the elves.

The three princesses and the heir have all found their respective targets.

Tina locked onto the elves, Diana locked onto Jenny, who was hiding behind the army and had developed strange powers, and Luna led the knights in an attack on the demon's position. Vivian, who was also among the heavy cavalry, decisively organized a counter-charge.

Tens of thousands of troops from various ethnic groups gathered on this small beach. The cavalrymen trampled through the night, and the emerald halo became the only light on the battlefield.

Without the slightest hesitation, seizing the opportunity created by the retreat of the demon cavalry, Serfran, having gathered the remaining troops, personally led the elven guard, piercing into the demon infantry formation like a sharp blade.

The second round of battle began, with the elves, as the hosts, taking the lead. Elves, who are good at boarding battles, are actually very good at being assault troops.

Taking advantage of the demon army's brief lapse in command, Serfland and his elite squad suddenly launched an attack, their precise swords piercing through the demons' defensive vulnerabilities.

The sounds of battle were incessant, but the only regret was that before Serfland could further expand its gains, the overseas elves clashed with the undead legions in their first battle.

It was these terrifying monsters that destroyed their homeland. The elves, clad in close-fitting and magnificent armor, angrily drew their swords and turned around, joining forces with the human recruits, whose casualties exceeded 40%, to launch a pincer attack on the undead.

Compared to the powerful demon army, the human recruits finally found something even weaker than themselves on the battlefield—the undead skeletons.

What makes the undead so terrifying is that they can attack relentlessly and never get tired.

In long-range attacks, only cumbersome catapults are effective, but against the undead who are almost immune to arrows, soldiers from any country have no choice but to risk close combat.

In the first ten minutes of the battle, the recruits were indeed able to hold their own against the undead. However, as time went on, the recruits, who had not yet learned how to conserve their energy, quickly fell into a disadvantageous position.

Even more terrifying was that the traitorous princess among the elves appeared for only a few seconds and, amidst the blooming flowers, plucked the heads off dozens of elven guards.

"Your general is truly a rare beauty."

Tina licked her lips, and the smile in her eyes terrified all the elves present. To them, her fellow overseas race, the traitor before them was indeed a monstrous enemy.

The curses that have occurred across the continent are constantly giving rise to these monsters.

"Hehe, the Queen never interfered with my marriage because she wanted him to become my sex slave."

"Shut up, you scoundrel!"

Unable to bear the humiliation of their beloved general, several elven guards charged forward with their spears, only to be instantly cut to pieces by the Flower in the Mirror.

Blood splattered as Tina landed, only to suddenly sense a destructive energy surge from behind her.

"Blazing Star!"