After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

"Go back and help! Go back and help!"

Colin hastily issued orders, for this battle had revealed an unacceptable fact to him—human soldiers had greater endurance than demons.

Both sides were traveling and engaged in fierce battles, but the demons only launched an attack on the elves first. There's no reason why their stamina would differ so much!

The demon soldiers were almost too weak to lift their weapons, yet the human soldiers were still able to keep charging.

What exactly is the problem? Could it be... that strange aura?

Colin clearly remembered that in the early stages of the battle, a bright green halo floated above the back of the heads of those human soldiers. Could it be that the halo reduced the physical exertion of the human soldiers?

boom!

Luna's rapid leaps on the battlefield left behind a sonic boom, causing unstable space to ripple with air currents, and the demon soldiers along the way were melted into piles of blood and bones.

Even Colin, who knew almost every member of the Charles family by heart, had never heard of such a bizarre move as the Wind-Eroding Strike.

"Infantry advance to form a defensive line, and withdraw all the mages."

Seeing Luna getting closer and closer to the mage's position, Colin could not sit idly by. The demon race was founded on mages, and as long as the mages were still alive, the army would have the strength to fight.

"Hold the line and wait until the enemy's mages become ineffective; that will be our chance to counterattack."

The fierce battle continued. Apart from Luna, who was still advancing, the flank light cavalry's offensive had slowed down. Although they had tied down a large number of troops for Luna's attack, their lack of proficiency in close combat prevented them from advancing any further.

As the swaying Lisa fell from mid-air, the demon infantry set up a solid position, their iron shields and halberds like stubborn reefs, blocking Luna's advance.

Colin, who was pondering how to assign offensive missions to the withdrawn mages, overlooked the First Regiment of the Second Division of the Northern Army stirring up trouble behind him.

"Damn it, how were the later battles fought? Why didn't they stop them!"

Vivian, whose severed limb had been barely reattached, was pale and weak. The accompanying physician used forbidden magic to heal her wounds. The granulation tissue at the wound site wriggled and joined together, leaving a deep engraving.

Vivian remounted her horse, knowing she couldn't afford to lose morale; only with her on the battlefield would the soldiers continue fighting.

The human infantrymen who were spraying blood mist from the rear quickly attracted her attention.

Those were the elite troops of the Northern Army, without a doubt.

"Your Highness, your hand..." the doctor stammered, as if he were talking about something difficult to say.

"I know how fragile it will be later, you don't need to remind me."

Vivian cast a cold glance at him, and the doctor immediately bowed and took his leave, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he turned around.

"Luna Charles, I will make you pay the price."

Vivian clenched her fist tightly, a sharp pain shooting through her entire arm. Her eyes blazed with fury as she saw a terrifying opponent growing rapidly.

However, what Vivian didn't know was that in the original storyline, Luna's future had always been a topic of great interest among game enthusiasts.

As a staunch Skip Party member, Oswald failed to notice the intelligence mentioned only briefly in the story.

(Luna, who had been imprisoned by the king, escaped from the capital not long after, but for some reason, King Frank ordered the news to be concealed.)

The main characters need the contrast of villains, and Luna clearly has the qualifications to be the mastermind behind the scenes. Just like the iconic symbol on a flag, one day she will bloom amidst the thorns.

The moment of test of will has arrived. Above the heavy rain, dark clouds roll in, making it impossible to distinguish between day and night.

All troops had been deployed to the battlefield, and the land, stained with blood, presented a desolate scene at dusk.

Just as in many matches, star players must step up and demonstrate their individual abilities in the final moments, Eryon and the Second Division's heavily armored soldiers and elite troops are still striving to break through the lines.

Luna and her personal guards, only 1,300 meters away, were also frantically attacking the demon's iron shield wall.

Colin was mobilizing his troops in real time and was already planning the next battle deployment. With more troops, he was confident that he could command his forces to wipe out the main force on the southern front of the Northern Territory.

A steady stream of information was being relayed to him by messengers. All Colin needed to do now was analyze which of the enemy's offensive spearheads could be broken to free up more troops.

But Princess Vivian, who had re-entered the battlefield, had already made the judgment for him.

At Vivian's urging, the newly set-up mage formation launched a magical bombardment towards Luna's location.

Almost simultaneously, Lisa's combined bombardment, like fireworks thrown by a demon, precisely struck the demon army blocking the way between the 2nd Division, 1st Regiment, and the light cavalry.

The explosion, accompanied by a shockwave, adorned the air with a dazzling array of colors.

Unable to hold on any longer, Lisa stopped attacking after a long time. The mages who saw this were even more excited, completely unaware of General Colin's increasingly stiff expression.

The magic circle was still spewing magic power, but Luna, who had been engulfed by the violent spells, had disappeared without a trace.

As a dense rain of arrows rained down, spraying blood everywhere, the magician's spell was hastily interrupted. Vivian quickly turned around and saw that the two northern armies had successfully joined forces, while Colin, leading his most elite guards, was already engaged in a fierce and brutal battle with a group of heavily armored soldiers.

The light cavalry, having received reinforcements, quickly demonstrated their strengths. With the strong protection of the 2nd Division and 1st Regiment, they were able to cover every target with their bows and arrows as they penetrated deep into the battlefield.

Their fingers, protected by leather sheaths, were covered in bruises and swollen beyond recognition, yet the light cavalrymen gritted their teeth and tried their best to keep each arrow steady despite the spasms and tremors in their arm muscles.

Luna spat out the blood in her mouth. Fortunately, the people surrounding her were agile and sturdy dwarven cavalry; otherwise, she couldn't imagine how devastating the losses would have been.

However, the dwarves were in a bad situation, with most of them suffering serious injuries or falling into a coma. This was only after Luna used her abilities to try her best to help them hold off the attack.

The rain wiped away the charred marks on the skin, and streaks of blood flowed out.

Luna saw an opportunity for victory, and she rallied her morale once again, preparing to launch the final assault.

"My proud warriors, the Northern Territory has been silent for too long, and the shadow of that defeat still hangs over our heads."

"The cruel demons have destroyed our homes countless times, but I assure you, this battle is only the beginning. One day, their cities will burn, their towers will crumble, and I will use their land and their blood to atone for our fallen warriors!"

"kill!"

The final roar swept across the entire battlefield. Colin, who was fighting on the front line and wanted to resist for a while longer, was shot down by a gun that pierced out of the shadows. Colin clutched his chest and fell off his horse along with his gun.

After struggling to catch his breath, he struggled to his feet, but when he saw the demon's scalp stuck tightly to the gun barrel, he suddenly felt dizzy.

"General!"

The demon guards protected Colin and quickly withdrew their defensive line. It was this retreat that triggered an avalanche-like rout, burying Colin's pride in the blood and mud.

The knights pressed down with a thunderous roar. At first, the demon army's lines had not yet collapsed, but instead swayed like a giant ship on the sea.

Until the hurricane named Luna completely erupted, the demon cavalrymen, who were thrown about, were turned into pieces of messy flesh and blood under the all-pervasive wind blades.

Luna embarked on her bloody path, the rose pattern on her dress particularly alluring. For the first time, she felt that she was in control of a war.

As the northern heirs breached the defenses, countless human knights poured through the gap, and the demons finally began their retreat.

They kept throwing out bait, trying to buy time to retreat, but Luna's terrifying killing speed turned the retreat into a rout.

After a fierce charge, the battlefields in the east and west finally merged. However, the heavily wounded Kate could no longer spare any more troops to stop the fleeing demon army.

That word sounds awful, but he still wanted to say it: He won the bet.

Meanwhile, on the eastern battlefield, the undead army was completely wiped out. The battle on Paul's side was too dangerous, so apart from learning that the battle was over, Kate did not receive any further information in time.

The demon infantry on the east became the last line of defense. After abandoning at least six thousand soldiers, the demon warships immediately set sail and fled hastily into the dark sea.

A massacre ensued; the war between humans and demons had no need for prisoners.

After venting her anger, the wails dissipated in the sea breeze. Luna stood on the beach, silent for a long time, and then planted her nicked sword into the sand.

Paul was carried to Luna, while Robert, who was a temporary team member, was still crying as if he had experienced a life-or-death separation.

Paul, on the stretcher, was covered in tattered wounds, with deep cuts that exposed bone. He managed a weak smile at Luna, which made her frown.

"How could you...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Paul raised a sword in his hand, and the peculiar metallic luster of the blade made Luna unable to look away.

"If it weren't for the metallic structure inside her body, cough cough."

Paul paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled with relief, "Congratulations first, Luna, we've won."