After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

Destruction continued to erupt on the ruins, but the raging winds could not stop that cry.

Amidst the wild laughter, the girl's figure reformed.

"The spiral of desire, the circle of rules, the boundary of natural selection, the thread woven with blood."

"The predetermined conditions have been met. With the newborn soul as a sacrifice, the power of the gods will be projected at this moment."

The royal city, the largest human settlement, has a large enough sample size for the young woman to gamble on whether anyone will give birth during this battle.

It seems she made the right bet.

Oswald's incredibly powerful attacks forced people to flee continuously, and also caused premature births in pregnant women.

That cry that echoed throughout the royal city was her judgment on Oswald.

A kilometer away, a newborn baby, only seconds old, was twisted into a pool of blood, staining a mother's bed red.

The system's warning rang in Oswald's mind. Countless pieces of evidence indicated that a soul that had just arrived in this world had vanished in the wind.

The barefoot girl opened her palms, and a power symbolizing the origin broke through the void and appeared in her hands.

It was an incredibly intricate spiral, seemingly encompassing the truths of the universe.

[Have you ever withstood a full-force attack from a god, host?]

(I think I know what you mean.)

[Get ready, it's coming!]

Before Tongzi finished speaking, hundreds of items lit up simultaneously in the space. It didn't even miss the chance to exchange items in the mall, and immediately selected an item after refreshing.

The Ring of Destiny: Accelerates your destiny, whether for good or bad. (Note: One use only)

Tongzi fell silent; this didn't seem to be any kind of defensive item.

With a slash aimed at Nicole, who was lying on the ground, Nicole, who was recovering, hurriedly used her bone hand to block. Oswald, who had knocked Nicole away, used the momentum to accelerate, and the blade in his hand instantly formed a sky-covering slash, rapidly cutting towards the spiral of desire in the girl's hand.

The all-knowing smile reappeared on the girl's face.

She let her body be torn apart by the wind blades, and pushed the spiral of desire outwards.

Blood and bits of flesh flew everywhere, and the dark red serrations rubbed against the spiral, creating dazzling sparks. Yet, the terrifying power contained within effortlessly pushed Oswald backward.

However, at the moment the spiral unfolded, the system suddenly pulled Oswald's soul into the space left by the first light, successfully taking over Oswald's body before the dazzling light bloomed.

As his eyes opened, hundreds of props shattered simultaneously...

There was no explosion, no energy release; it felt like a warm breeze caressing the whole body, or like endless whispers licking the ear.

Claude was the first to realize something was wrong. At that time, he was in a basement in the palace, trying to persuade the mages to join the battle and save the future of the royal city.

But mages don't care about the future of a city; they are inherently solitary beings. Furthermore, an old mage with a white beard warned Claude that those who join the Adventurers' Guild should never again be called mages.

We must make strict distinctions, just as we would between papal nuns and adventurer priests.

After saying this, the magicians went to the lowest level of the basement, leaving Claude outside.

Claude, fuming, was about to unleash a torrent of curses when magic circles lit up one after another in front of him, instantly filling the entire basement with shields.

If Claude hadn't recognized the defensive attributes on them, he would have thought these guys were planning to kill him to silence him.

"Fools, a bunch of selfish idiots who don't understand the bigger picture!"

Claude grumbled as he walked out, only to find that the royal city, along with the air, had been stained a strange pale purple.

In the distance, a massive double-helix beam of light spun in mid-air, its pulsating fragments constantly spewing out suspicious auras.

Claude quickly stuffed two filter devices into his nasal cavity. As the president of the Adventurers' Guild, he had quite a few good things at his disposal.

"What the hell is causing this curse?"

Claude walked along the corridor toward the palace walls, initially thinking he had triggered some kind of curse, until a naked man rolled out of the bushes, tore his trouser leg with a claw, and then began licking his thick leg hair with his nimble tongue.

Claude shuddered violently; the sticky tongue made his entire body's nerves twitch.

He looked down in disbelief. He recognized the crazed, naked man; he was Rigud, the captain of the B-rank adventurer team, Dawnblade.

"What are you doing? This is the royal palace!"

Kicking aside the tough guy he used to be, Claude ignored Rigood, who was licking his leg hair with his tongue and looking quite pleased with himself, and ran quickly toward the city wall.

Damn it, damn it, damn it! It's that damn curse again!

What is...

The scene on the city wall was appalling; the core members of the Adventurers' Guild and the Royal Guard were naked and entangled together, like intertwined snakes.

The world has gone mad. Suppressing his discomfort, Claude stepped through the viscous liquid, avoiding the white, churning bodies, and looked toward the center of the battlefield.

Nicole, with only half her body remaining, hung on the wall; Diana, with only her head left, burned and howled amidst the rubble; Tina, stripped of her clothes, transformed into a mad craftswoman; Paul, covered in wounds, roared and forced Tina back with his scorching sword, then dragged the unconscious Duke Oswald backward.

The only remaining conscious individuals on both sides simultaneously ceased fighting.

Paul led Oswald into a deep alley, and a black-haired girl hurriedly appeared, starting to collect her own units and pulling them one by one into a certain space.

The girl smiled coldly as she watched Paul carry Oswald away at breakneck speed.

Let him take him away. A mad duke is far more destructive to the territory than a dead one. And she only needs to wait for the northern territory to decay and collapse to achieve complete victory.

Another muffled thud came from afar, and the earth seemed to tremble slightly.

The ravaged city wall finally succumbed to its strain and collapsed heavily onto the ground, raising a thick cloud of dust.

Countless Central Army soldiers retreated into the city along the breach, an order Falkov had given long ago. Even if the city walls fell, they were determined to drag the Northern Army into a quagmire of street fighting.

But what happened inside the city was clearly beyond everyone's expectations.

This is hell, and this is heaven.

The Central Army soldiers, having inhaled the purple mist, quickly lost their minds and extended their evil claws to their comrades.

Amidst the chaos at the rear, Falkov continued to issue orders methodically.

"Retreat! Everyone retreat inside, don't block the gap!"

"The royal guards should all move up to the front lines to buy time for the main force to establish a defensive line!"

In this battle, Falkov witnessed firsthand the might of the Northern Army. However, under his policy of prioritizing the supply of money and provisions to the army, the Central Army also performed admirably.

At least a few months ago, Falkov absolutely did not believe that this peasant army could withstand such a fierce attack from the Northern Army.

There is still hope. Their final trump card, the Mage Guild, has not yet been used. As long as the scattered Northern Army is dragged into street fighting and their cavalry advantage is avoided, the mages will surely teach the enemy a profound lesson.

Wiping the blood off his face, Count Rondo rushed to find Commander Kate.

"Why haven't you launched a full-scale attack yet? The Duke is still inside!"

"It is precisely because His Excellency the Duke is inside that I cannot launch an attack." Kate sighed, signaling Earl Rondo not to be anxious.

Rondo gritted his teeth; it was that time of year again when the Union Army loved to see loyalty questioned.

"What do you mean, Kate?! Are you suggesting that Miss Luna take things to the next level?"

"I..." Kate was immediately at her wit's end. "We are both commanders of the Northern Army; we must remain cautious in critical moments!"

"The Charles family's capabilities are well-known. Now tell me, Commander Rondo, how long has it been since you last heard rumors of that family?"

The argument between the two immediately attracted the attention of the soldiers. Federico almost immediately led his heavy infantry to surround them. Jim, fearing that his division commander would suffer a loss, also quickly led his troops and silently stood behind Rondo.

"But if something happens to His Excellency the Duke, how will we take the blame?"

Finally, Rondo took a step back, planting his spear in the ground, his eyes bloodshot, clearly already anticipating the worst possible outcome.

"No one needs to take the blame. If His Majesty the Duke is defeated, our Second Division will fight to the last man to make the royal city pay for its blood debt!"

Kate's expression was equally grim; compared to Rondo, he understood better how much the Duke valued the lives of his soldiers.

The current situation is that the Duke has most likely failed to suppress the cursed avatar, the main force of the Central Army is still intact, and they have the advantage of terrain.

If... if they launch an attack, and we don't receive support from the Duke, but the enemy has the aid of the Cursed Avatar, then the entire Northern Territory will decline from its former glory because of this battle!

Yes, Kate did have his own selfish motives. Even without the Duke, there was still the young lady. He had to leave these battle-hardened veterans for the young lady in order to avenge the Duke...

But that doesn't mean Kate can't do anything.

"Federico!"

"Your subordinate is here!"

"Take your First Regiment, along with the Knights, and charge in! Find the Duke no matter what!"

"yes!"

Federico readily accepted the order. He knew this mission was extremely dangerous, but as a man who had been whipped three times by the Duke, he was willing to strip naked and jump into any danger he faced.

The knights, poised for battle, and the First Regiment launched a fierce assault on the breach in the city wall.

The battle intensified, and at times Federico even wondered if he was a jinx, as he actually encountered a group of naked men.

What kind of tactics... psychological warfare?

No, something's wrong! This is a curse!

As several disgusting naked men lunged at him, Federico immediately swung his warhammer, smashing their skulls and sending them flying.

Just then, Paul, covered in blood, rushed up to them carrying Oswald.

Federico was taken aback. "Commander Paul?"

"Three lashes!"

At this moment, Paul was no longer the gentle man he usually was. Sometimes he didn't know whether he should be grateful for his half-immortal body and the dragon's presence in his soul.

In short, his rationality was about to give way!

"Stop talking nonsense, retreat immediately! All Northern Army troops, retreat! Immediately notify Division Commander Kate to... to have Lady Elene head south to take command of the entire operation, quick!"