After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

It was a seven or eight-year-old child. For the Northern Army soldiers with their simple values, they would never suspect a child.

But this time, the squad leader stopped in his tracks.

People tend to overestimate themselves, their self-proclaimed strengths, their harmless weaknesses, and their intermittently strong beliefs...

Sometimes it's truly difficult to judge whether fate shapes willpower or willpower transcends fate. But as ordinary people, we can only strive to cultivate noble qualities as time goes by.

It takes courage to confront a powerful force, especially when that powerful force points out a bright path for them.

The sergeant probably understood the Duke's intention: to let the commoners of the south observe the lives of the people in the north up close, and they would one day make the right choice.

But so many days have passed and not a single villager has come to surrender, which speaks volumes.

Why shouldn't we say things that are detrimental to unity? Because if one group unites, another group won't. It's like if one group rises up first, then the rest will have to enjoy the benefits.

Similarly, even when surrendering, the treatment of the first and the last to surrender is vastly different.

What do you mean you want to go down that path too? Ask them to take you along.

is it possible?

Things are different now. Even if you can return to the right path, they will still live a life of luxury overseas, acting as your masters and others' slaves.

So the squad leader was very frustrated. Since you treat us as bad guys, there must be some of you who want to surrender. Do you really think you can fight to the end?

The eagle-like gaze locked onto the child carrying a cloth bag in the distance. The child's shoes were covered in mud, indicating that he must have come from a small river three miles away.

After all, the soldiers did not restrict the villagers' personal freedom, nor did they care about the children who were always running around.

As the child ran quickly around a corner, the squad leader followed silently. He saw the child first look around before entering an ordinary house.

After carefully inspecting his weapons, his guilty look gradually turned the sergeant's gaze cold.

With a loud bang, the squad leader kicked open the door roughly. He had just drawn his long sword halfway out of his waist when he was so shocked by the scene before him that he was speechless.

In the dimly lit room, six or seven villagers lay half-reclined on low stools against the wall, their half-naked skin unusually red and radiating heat.

Their eyes darted around, their uncontrolled features contorted into a lewd expression. One of the villagers was holding a strange bottle of potion, gulping it down his throat with long, pleasant sounds.

"what!"

The child, who was tiptoeing and placing the bottles of medicine into the cupboard after opening the cloth bag, turned around and saw the person who had come. He turned pale with fright, dropped the medicine, and smashed it on the ground, spilling a clear liquid with a peculiar fragrance.

Almost instinctively, the child, disregarding his fear, immediately lay down on the ground and licked the liquid on the ground like a dog.

"What are you doing? What is that thing?!"

Enraged, the squad leader rushed over, grabbed the child, and saw that the child's eyes suddenly rolled back and his whole body was steaming. It seemed that he was itching and kept struggling to tear at his clothes, scratching bloody lines on his neck.

"Angel, hehe... I've become the goddess's angel..."

A chill ran from the soles of my feet straight to my brain. I saw that the child's tongue had been cut by shards of glass. He was spitting out blood in a frenzy, and his blurred pupils seemed to be filled with supreme bliss.

"I understand now, the squad leader understands everything. The more you escape reality, the more you indulge in fantasy, right?"

Nuns! Those damned nuns, how dare they!

The trembling squad leader threw the child to the ground, walked out of the door, glanced back at the hellish scene, and roared at the watchtower.

"Gather, everyone gather!"

The night wind is bleak; there's no need to ask why they fell into depravity.

Clusters of torches lit up the village, crackling and breaking the silence. The terrified villagers were driven to an open space, where soldiers, their hands gripping their swords and spears, were filled with murderous intent, their hearts burning with silent rage.

On the makeshift wooden platform, Kate held the small potion bottle in her hand, examined it carefully for a while, and then looked thoughtful.

Dane and Robert from the Special Forces were whispering to each other, and even the most knowledgeable adventurers couldn't discern the ingredients of the potion.

"Child, tell me, from whom did you get these things?"

Faced with the child who had regained consciousness and was trembling with fear, Erión knelt down and asked gently.

The child looked up, only to be met with countless warning gazes from below the stage. Kate, noticing this, suddenly smiled, her sinister face obscured by the firelight.

"The year I joined the army, the Duke personally led our training. At that time, Kuogu City was still a wasteland, and the lush grass was taller than a person."

Division Commander Kate's voice echoed across the open ground. After putting away the vial, he waved his hand lightly, and two soldiers immediately stepped forward and beheaded a drug addict.

The fountain-like waterfall condensed into a bloody mist, and the head rolled off the platform, falling into the crowd of villagers, where terrified gasps immediately filled the air.

Wiping the blood from her face, Kate continued to reminisce about the past.

"My family has followed the dukes for generations. Although it has declined in my generation, I have still learned a lot of military knowledge, so I was selected by the duke to be the captain."

"We were called the New Army at the time. We ate three full meals a day and had the best weapons. The first time we had a full meal, many of my soldiers were in tears."

"That year, the Northern Territory experienced many crises. We had to cultivate the land ourselves and buy grain from other places at high prices. So I asked the Duke whether we should reduce the rations of the people in order to ensure the fighting strength of the soldiers."

"But the Duke told me that the army belongs to the people, and if the army makes the people go hungry, it's like making their own parents go hungry! We can't get out of this predicament by force alone; without the people's help, there is no future for the Northern Territory!"

With a snap, a gleaming piece of metal severed the neck, and the head rolled to Kate's feet, where he kicked it off the stage with a look of disgust.

"The cataclysm in the royal city, the curse and the calamity of undeath swept across human territory. In order to save more people, the Northern Army stepped forward and defended the honor of mankind with courage and sacrifice."

"The people... but in this war, who is aiding and abetting the evildoers, who is blind to right and wrong, and who has sold their souls?!"

"Don't you really know this thing will harm you?!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Kate slammed the potion bottle down in front of the farmers. The strange aroma instantly attracted the greedy eyes of countless people, but they stopped in their tracks at the sight of the soldiers drawing their weapons.

"I'm giving you one last chance. Tell me where those people are, or else... you'll all be wiped out."