After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

Tina, unaware that the Great Sage had been seriously injured and forced to retreat, was still struggling to hold on in Paul's arms.

To be fair, the difference in strength between the two is not significant, and Tina even had a clear advantage in the fight due to her unique weapon.

But the undead legions that once dominated the continent finally faced the vengeful flames of the Second Division. Tina had thought the Third Division of the Northern Territory was invincible, but she hadn't expected their Second Division to be even more formidable.

With 15,000 men and a clear division of labor, and a variety of complex tactics, this highly efficient killing machine, once deployed on the plains, unleashed a sustained and powerful fighting force through its continuous, rotating attacks.

The undead are, after all, products without intelligence. Simply issuing some basic commands would not give them any advantage whatsoever against the strongest human infantry field division.

The successive collapses of the battle lines also forced Tina to divert her attention to fighting some powerful enemies within the human army.

Rain washed away the bloodstains, making the battlefield even muddier. Robert wielded his broadsword with ferocious speed, smashing all the undead around him, and a skull flew into the distance like a golf ball.

Seeking another opportunity to launch a surprise attack, Robert changed his strategy this time. He no longer focused on causing casualties, but instead used the momentum of his broadsword to continuously increase his speed with his footwork, and then suddenly leaped towards Tina in the center of the battlefield.

Tina, who was entangled with Paul, quickly retreated and swung her hand to unleash a phantom blade that sent Robert flying. Before she could do anything else, the red light containing terrifying power brushed past her again.

The explosion of the fission swallowed the sounds around him, but Robert, who had gotten back up, was not discouraged. This was a good opportunity to fight a powerful enemy, especially with the Holy Knight Commander protecting him.

The swordsmanship used by the local elf princess is very ancient. Like humans, she chose her nimble fingers as the anchor point to continuously stimulate her abilities.

Therefore, the princess's complicated and inefficient swordsmanship was mostly used to confuse her opponents. Her one-handed sword was often used to lure the enemy into a feint attack, while her other hand, which moved with her, concealed the real killing move.

If you want to defeat her, you either need to destroy the area in front of you or figure out the trajectory of the Mirror Flower Sword. There is no other way.

Even with a powerful ace like Paul, they couldn't gain a decisive advantage in the short term.

However, Robert wasn't the only one who came to support Paul.

Nearly two hundred elite soldiers of the Second Division, stationed on the periphery, quickly launched another attack. They formed various squads and broke through from multiple directions, with attacks coming one after another like a tidal wave.

Arrows pierced the air, and sharp blades cut through shadows. The soldiers' goal was not to surround Tina, but to force her to attack everyone within the territory.

It was this simple harassment tactic that made Tina unable to cope. These two hundred human soldiers, not to mention anything else, were all extremely strong in terms of individual combat skills. They were also a special squad that Commander Kate had formed by using the cursed incarnations as hypothetical enemies.

They were unafraid of sacrifice, and each of them had a unique way of attacking, especially the young soldier who wielded a long spear, who could find a weakness in her attack almost every time he made a move.

Tina flashed forward, and Paul also broke through the illusion. The sword moves released by Zhuoxing were hidden in the night. The sparks released by the clash, along with the spatial tremors, exploded in a series on the vast ground.

After resting, the heavily armored soldiers launched another charge. Their thick shoulder armor crashed into the undead wave, and their wielding warhammers quickly dismantled a layer of the undead's defenses.

Black rocks crashed against white water as they charged forward fearlessly. Encouraged by their actions, the spearmen behind them roared as they cut through the battlefield. The undead along the way were gradually reduced to dust beneath the soldiers' feet under the saturation of their group attacks.

In this massive melee, the undead army, which initiated it, is about to become the first to be eliminated.

In contrast to the advantages gained by the humans, the elven allies performed very poorly, because they faced another nightmare on this land—the demons.

Immortality and power are two extremely tempting topics.

Other races have also dreamed of achieving omniscience and omnipotence through immortality, but the Forerunner Elves delivered a truly astonishing answer.

A century of self-discipline in seeking knowledge, a millennium of indulgence in pleasure, and ten thousand years of withered bones in a tomb...

The overseas elves did solve these problems to some extent, but five hundred years was still too long. When humans and demons were peacefully buried a hundred years later, the overseas elves were only just reaching their youth.

Most living beings don't have any special talents; in other words, the calculus they learn at fourteen is what many people spend their entire lives learning...

In general, the demon soldiers in their twenties are no different from the overseas elves in their two hundred years of age. In fact, the demons are even better at large-scale warfare than the elves.

Endless arrows crisscrossed in the air. The elves dodged in panic, while the demons remained unmoved, unfazed by the constant barrage of arrows they unleashed. Even as their comrades fell, they continued their attack.

War is not a personal performance; life is also a resource.

Under the powerful offensive of the demon infantry, the elves were forced to retreat and began to move towards the Second Division of the Northern Army. The demon infantry freed up by this retreat immediately split into two groups: one group continued to pursue the elves, while the other group headed to the western battlefield.

Paul frowned when he saw this, while Serfland, who had stepped back, said nothing and sighed softly.

They have done their best and recognized the gap between themselves and other races.

"Erion, take your men and the heavy infantry to assist the elves. Leave this to me."

Paul, having given a brief order, continued his attack on Tina. Erian immediately obeyed, taking his gun and heading towards the elves' location.

The halo behind them had disappeared, which was extremely bad news for the soldiers. Ereon didn't know what difficulties the cavalry on the western front had encountered, but as long as the young lady was still on the battlefield, he had to give everything for the victory of the war.

The rain soaked Luna's military uniform, and the roses embroidered on the hem looked somewhat haggard.

Through repeated reforms and refinements, they regained the ability to fight against the elite demons in open field battles. However, Luna felt that her efforts were far from enough compared to the transformed soldiers.

She brushed aside the strands of hair that were obscuring her vision, and a drop of rain fell from her eyelashes.

Luna, who had returned to the front lines, did not speak. Instead, she drew her sword with a clang. The bloodstains on the blade were washed away by the rain. With the salty scent of the sea brought by the hurricane, the cavalrymen who had gathered around Luna followed her in a charge.

War is a continuation of politics, and also a battleground for survival.

The longsword in Luna's hand hummed, and pale blue patterns gradually appeared.

There is no compromise on the battlefield, only giving it our all, because we... cannot afford to lose.

The knights' roars echoed in the rain, and the demon cavalry surged forward like dark clouds pressing down on the city. Warhorses trampled through the mud, and a speck of filth brushed against Luna's face. The ever-present wind carried with it the breath and heartbeat of the enemy soldiers.

The world flashed by, and the erased time caused Luna to suddenly disappear from her horse. Vivian, who was launching a charge, was startled, and the wind blowing through her body felt like cold needles piercing her.

A chilling instinct suddenly rose within him. Before he could rein in his horse, his neck twisted violently with a sickening sound, and a line of blood ran down his cheek where he had been slashed.

Luna appeared as if suddenly beside her. The warhorse was still galloping. Luna, half-crouching on the horse, gently shook the pale blue blade of her sword, and the corpse of a demon soldier slid off.

Her eyes sparkled, and the voice that came from Luna's mouth was softer than the whisper of the wind.

"The erosion of the wind."