After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

"All troops, attack!"

"For the Duke!"

Soldiers wielding spears stood defiantly in front of the sea of ​​fire, blocking the path of the monsters that had mutated from humans, determined to drive all the monsters that broke through the flames into hell.

The gunfire erupted with power, and the frenzied monsters suffered an even fiercer counterattack from the soldiers.

They have not completely shed their human appearance, they do retain their rationality, and they have not lost their memories of the past, but something came into this world and has been humanity's mortal enemy since its birth.

Amidst the sea of ​​fire, Oswald stepped forward, deflecting the monstrous lustful sword. Taking advantage of the monster's unsteady stance, he swung his sword upwards, cleanly cleaving the monster from its belly to its head.

Blood flowed and bloomed like flowers, and all the monsters around looked terrified.

The wind moved with him, and countless wind blades flashed past at lightning speed, revealing their tracks in the plasma. The street became Oswald's chopping board, but today he only had time to cook a large pot of food. Most of the monsters were chopped into pieces of mangled flesh by the wind blades before they could even get close to him.

Following closely behind the valiant Duke, the soldiers, brimming with fighting spirit, charged swiftly after the fire subsided, while the archers began to precisely harvest their prey.

Like a hungry wolf plunging into a flock of sheep, Oswald stood atop a high pile of corpses, surrounded by dozens of large monsters fighting to the death.

They discovered with despair that their prized physical bodies were utterly insignificant in the face of this man who exuded an aura of immortality.

The ground shook in waves, and the falling monsters paved a path for Oswald. He slid down from the pile of corpses, patted the soldiers charging towards him, and continued to stride forward, gripping his longsword dripping with thick blood.

The Northern Army, whose combat power had been drastically increased due to the arrival of Janice, followed closely by the unstoppable Oswald and crushed the monster army in less than fifteen minutes.

Without even wiping the blood off her body, Jenny quickly rallied the swordsmen and shieldmen on both sides, using them as the spearhead of the attack as she rushed to the next battlefield...

Inside the royal city, the battle between humans and monsters was also raging in another direction.

Facing that colossal monster, four meters tall, once again, Ereon took a deep breath, his gaze resolute. He then swiftly raised his spear to intercept a heavily armored soldier who had been knocked away, the sweeping cold iron spearhead interrupting the monster's subsequent movements.

Their eyes met, and the monster looked down at them with eyes full of mockery, its laughter making all its tentacles tremble.

Humanity remains as weak as ever, ultimately not a creation accepted by the gods, riddled with flaws from top to bottom.

Raising his battle axe high, the monster's seemingly casual slash was so fast it became a blur, forcing Erian to step forward and block it with his spear.

boom!

The heavy impact left Erión dazed, his bones creaking under the strain. The force dissipated by the bending of his joints was transmitted to the ground, and the stone slab beneath Erión's feet shattered.

Fortunately, the elven wood produced in the Elven Kingdom was quite sturdy, and Erión, having taken the hit, immediately sheathed his gun and turned. He narrowly dodged the tentacle that grazed his chin, and his gun clashed repeatedly with the battle axe.

Parry, parry! And parry again!

Even with his arms aching and numb, Aerion had to grit his teeth and persevere on the chaotic battlefield, seeking an opportunity to counterattack.

Lady Elene has already held off enough enemies. If she can't get back on her feet, the heavy armored soldiers on their side will pay an unimaginable price.

"Humans, accept reality, your era is over!"

The monster, with its grotesque, twisted face and a hoarse, slimy voice, wielded a long-handled battle axe with one hand, further increasing the speed of its strikes, swiftly unleashing countless interwoven bursts of fire.

As the layers of air surged, Erión, whose stamina was gradually waning, was forced to retreat, deliberately luring the enemy deeper into his territory. Just as the monster pressed its advantage, Erión suddenly stopped parrying and instead rolled away to dodge the battle axe's strike.

Just as the axe was pulled from the broken stone slab, both of the monster's arms were hit by crossbow bolts, and a Molotov cocktail with lit strips of cloth struck the monster squarely in the face.

Boom!

A burst of flames engulfed the monster's entire upper body, and the frenzied creature let out a chilling roar. It wildly swung its battle axe, and the moment its other hand touched its face, it tore off a large chunk of corroded flesh.

With a shimmering halo behind him, Ereon seized the opportunity, leaping forward and thrusting his gun into the monster's head with pinpoint accuracy, shoving out all the red and white brain matter.

"Thanks, bro."

The giant monster fell heavily to the ground, and Erión, who also fell to the ground, picked up his spear in a disheveled state, turned around and smiled at the two heavily armored soldiers who had come to his aid in time.

The heavily armored soldier smiled in response, "Can you still fight, kid? There's another one over there."

"I……"

With his arms trembling as he struggled to support his knees, Erian gritted his teeth again, only to find that amidst the frequent flashes of the halo, an inexplicable power suddenly surged within his body.

What's even stranger is that, in addition to the original emerald green, a small number of soldiers' halos have begun to show an extreme black. This is the first time that Eryon has discovered that black can also emit light.

"What kind of power is this?"

"Whatever, let's use it first."

Unlike Eryon's caution, two heavily armored soldiers came to his side without saying a word and formed a temporary combat squad.

Protecting the exhausted Ereon behind him, slinging their crossbows over their shoulders and picking up their two-handed broadswords, the two charged into the monster horde one after the other, roaring as they unleashed the strange power within their bodies.

As their pupils gradually darkened and shone, a black mist erupted from their bodies, instantly boosting their speed and power to their peak.

Two killing gods wielded broadswords that spewed up black mist, and a chilling aura of immortality swept across the battlefield. With just a single ordinary attack, they destroyed all of the dozen or so monsters in front of them. Terrifying black shockwaves ripped out patches of blood, and when they landed, only the skeletons of the monsters remained.

"Your Grace is supreme; this is Your Grace's power!"

Overjoyed, the heavily armored soldiers burst into laughter, declaring, "Let's see who dares to say prayer is useless now! Soldiers who didn't receive the power should all go to the dark room to reflect on their mistakes!"

On the other side, Elena, who was fighting bravely in the midst of a heavy encirclement, using high-speed combos to kill all the invading enemies, looked at the battle line where the situation had suddenly reversed and couldn't help but show a puzzled expression.

With her back turned, she sliced ​​the monster's weapon and arm into countless pieces. A black shockwave swept past Elene's flank, like the roar of a demon from hell, peeling away large sections of the monster's skin and flesh, leaving behind a pool of blood and floating bones.

"Is that so?"

Elena twitched her eye. Others might not know, but how could she not? The guilds that were popular in the military were all created by Jenny. Even the title of "Hellbringer" was a religious trick she made up on the spot when she was stationed in the southern commercial district.

Elena could understand the emerald halo the soldiers had received, since Jane had mastered a lot of life magic and often used spells to enhance soldiers over a large area; she simply considered it another form of enhancement spell.

The enemy goddess apostles have also used it, so it's nothing special.

But the situation is completely different now, because this is the Duke's 100% pure immortal magic. Although immortal magic and life magic are from the same source, they are mutually exclusive. It is impossible for a life spell to be equipped with immortal magic.