After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

Jenny walked briskly, muttering someone's name, and jogged down the stairs from the city wall.

Some are happy, some are sad. With the issuance of the combat order, a storm of low pressure is brewing in the operations room of the 1st Regiment of the 2nd Division.

Federico slammed the document onto the sand table less than three seconds after he picked it up, knocking over several small iron flags.

The three battalion commanders' brows twitched violently, and they instinctively straightened their bodies, as Federico's thunderous roar rang in their ears.

"Why are the men from their Third Division being given the lead in the attack? This is outrageous!"

"When I was fighting alongside my division commander in countless battles, the 3rd Division was still stuck in the fields, wielding pickaxes! Trying to steal the main attack from me? Don't even mention a regimental commander; even if Division Commander Garwin came, he wouldn't have the ability!"

The battalion commander and staff officers were keeping their eyes and noses closed, it was just the regimental commander's usual venting. If he really looked down on the Third Division, he would have gone to the Duke for a hearing long ago.

Moreover, the safety of the royal city is of paramount importance, and the commander could not possibly be unaware of this.

Federico was furious, while Erian sat in the corner, wiping his newly acquired spear and sulking to himself.

The regimental staff officer couldn't understand Ai's thoughts. "We really can't go to the front line, but you and the heavy infantry are still in the elite squad. What are you fussing about?"

Having failed to stop Lady Jenny last night, Erian, who had been anxiously waiting all night, sensed something different in the silence.

As expected, even the wise and powerful Duke couldn't resist the allure of beauty.

He had let down Lady Elene, who had so carefully nurtured him. That was a position of utmost trust; he was supposed to be the last line of defense...

As the chaos in the First Regiment of the Second Division came to an end, the next morning, as the sun broke through the fog, the gates of the palace were flung open.

More than 10,000 soldiers marched in perfect unison onto the battlefield, a battlefield destined to be filled with bloodshed.

The rubble in the ruins trembled uncontrollably, and the corpses that had been atop the Papal Tower fell as they decayed. Before the elite army of humanity, small-scale raids had lost their meaning.

The monsters responsible for scouting the front lines were not alarmed by the humans' open advance and quickly relayed information back to the rear.

Relying on several reinforced and renovated houses, the monster guards of the first line of defense could already hear the sound of their armor rubbing together. They peered out with their murky eyes. As the fog gradually dissipated, what came towards them was a mighty army with emerald halos above their heads and a sudden change in their aura.

The new commander of the garrison was a four-meter-tall lustful monster with two long tentacles on its chest that could reach the ground, leaving behind two snail-like trails of slime.

It pushed aside a small monster by the window, snatched the telescope from the monster, and saw that in the green expanse, the dark aura unique to the undead flashed by.

As if noticing its spying, Oswald raised his hand, and a terrifying burst of air pierced through the entire space, shattering the lenses on the telescope.

"The immortal enemy! He's come out of that castle!"

The lustful monster hurriedly dropped the binoculars, inwardly blaming his despicable subordinates for their incompetence in missing such important information.

The physical mutations led to the corruption and depravity of its soul, but the fear of its biological instincts was something it could never overcome.

The wind, imbued with the magic of immortality, returned to Oswald's grasp, and he had already pinpointed the monster distribution at the outpost ahead.

Elena stood with her knife drawn. "Your Grace, should I lead a team to eliminate them?"

"No need. Let the soldiers conserve their energy. Our fierce battle has not yet begun."

He pulled out a platinum staff from the void, and magic circles, powered by immortal magic, spread out in a series of patterns on the street. On the third breath after the soldiers stopped, a dense barrage of piercing spells unleashed the shrieks of the vengeful ghosts.

On the fifth breath, the soldiers continued their advance toward the fortress, which had been breached with several large holes and was now collapsing and squeezing out black and red blood.

The lingering immortal magic on the tracks only slowly dissipated at this moment, blowing onto the soldiers' faces and raising goosebumps.

The precise magical strikes met with no resistance from the soldiers. As they passed the ruins, a huge monster wriggled out from the bricks and tiles, and its long tentacles were stepped on by the expressionless Elene.

She didn't even bother to lower her head. The heavily injured monster had just struggled to launch a counterattack when Elena sliced ​​off its head with a single stroke.

Although she was the commander of the vanguard, Elena couldn't shake her worrisome nature. After cautiously observing her surroundings, she stood silently on the pile of ruins for a while, watching the unharmed central army. Only after confirming that Jenny hadn't fallen behind did she hurry to catch up with the team ahead.

In the past, the Northern Army's plans for attacking the capital city mostly focused on breaching the city walls and raiding the palace. However, in practice, they still had to advance gradually, like nibbling away, through the complex streets and alleys.

"Your Grace, monster armies are attacking from both the left and right flanks, numbering no less than twenty thousand!"

The scouts brought back the news on time. Oswald nodded upon hearing this, and after surveying the surroundings for a while, he ordered: "The heavy infantry will stay behind to hold them off. The entire army will turn around, eliminate the enemy on the left first, and then turn back to wipe out the enemy on the right."

There are different ways to fight with 10,000 men. Rashly dividing the troops would only increase the risk. Oswald's idea was simple: the Northern Army would advance along the wide road. Even if there was an encirclement ahead, he could lead his 10,000 elite troops to quickly tear a gap in the enemy's defenses.

"Archers forward, prepare Molotov cocktails; spearmen behind; swordsmen and shieldmen on both flanks; march swiftly, keep close to the Duke!"

After Jenny finished outlining the tactics, since there were no carriages in the royal city, she had to walk with the soldiers. Oswald, knowing her situation, came to her without a word, lifted her up by the waist with one arm, and replaced his staff with the Insect Evil Longsword in his other hand.

Sitting steadily on the Duke's arm, Jenny, who was rushing forward at high speed, felt that something was amiss.

No, how did she become a burden?!

This wasn't the camaraderie she had imagined!

At the crossroads ahead, a massive army of monsters from three different directions, led by a dozen lustful monsters, converged into a torrent.

The archers did not fire their arrows, and when the two sides were only a kilometer apart, the troops under Jenny's command once again changed positions.

The archers, who suddenly knelt down on one knee, didn't have time to adjust their slightly chaotic formation. They uniformly took a Molotov cocktail from their waists, placed it in front of them, and then quickly loaded their crossbows.

At the same time, the spearmen behind them, led by their commanders at all levels, quickly formed ranks.

"put!"

Without the Duke's or Jane's orders, the crossbowmen formed by the light cavalry can spontaneously determine the optimal attack distance.

The first rank of crossbow bolts were launched into the air. Without waiting for the kill, the crossbowmen got up and threw the lit Molotov cocktails into the sea of ​​monsters. They immediately turned their backs to the raging fire and retreated quickly until they disappeared into the gunfire.

"put!"

The second and third ranks of soldiers launched wave after wave of attacks, a rain of arrows obscuring the sky, and corrosive fire igniting most of the street. The monsters within the flames roared, and the enormous monster at the forefront, its body charred black, had already charged to the front lines.

The archers in the last row fired their bolts straight into the flesh of the giant monsters. They didn't even have time to exclaim before they hurriedly retreated to avoid the terrifying charge of the enemy's chariots.

A sudden gust of wind arose, and Oswald, who stood with his sword drawn, walked quickly past them with a cold gaze.