After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

A heart-wrenching cry came from the horizon, and panic spread through the crowd.

Two mutated armies wreaked havoc and polluted the land, and even the dawn could not dispel the darkness on the battlefield.

The goddess's army was a group of monsters, and the goddess did not disappoint her title as the goddess of life. She transformed people into terrifying beasts that could rival the speed of warhorses through some means that were difficult for ordinary people to understand.

The Northern Army was already used to this; they were just monsters, weren't they? We'd fought them before, and wiped them out in organized units.

The Blood Hunter army also displayed an air of unwavering determination. "So what if they're soldiers enhanced by magic? Even the strongest ant is still an ant!"

Thus, at the very first moment of the clash between the two sides, when flames and blood engulfed the wall of corpses and burned fiercely, the enormous casualties caught everyone off guard.

The charge unleashed a sea of ​​blood, the slaughter churning up mountains of corpses. The speed and power of the soldiers on both sides exploded in layers, only to come to an abrupt halt with each fatal attack.

The Northern Army, basking in glory, far exceeded the Blood Hunter Legion's expectations in terms of combat strength.

Leaving behind a field of corpses, the Blood Hunter Legion quickly disengaged from the battle. The light cavalry, unwilling to let them escape easily, immediately launched a pursuit, raining down arrows that continuously reaped the lives of the Blood Hunters.

Reorganizing the first line of defense that had been broken up, Ereon led his army to catch up with the light cavalry and provide them with logistical support.

Fifteen minutes have passed, and the enemy is now in a weakened state, making it a good opportunity to launch a counterattack.

"Charge forward and crush them to the ground!"

The surging black mist bit into the rear of the Blood Hunters. Looking back at Ereon, who was even more monstrous than a monster, the nun, covered in sweat, gritted her teeth and injected the bottle of bright red potion into her own body.

As the sun rose, a thunderbolt struck the battlefield, instantly shattering the nun's body into a blood mist statue over six meters tall amidst the raging wind.

The battlefield was out of control, and so was the city.

Kate stood on the city wall, silently watching the residents rush out of the city gates and step into the battlefield that symbolized despair.

Bloodhunters, their eyes glowing red, charged at the scent, tearing apart fleeing civilians one by one.

Its sharp teeth tore off its neck, and a large amount of blood was swallowed into its body. The jungle on both sides of the road became the monster's favorite buffet.

The light cavalry, having been a step too slow, had no choice but to retreat and rejoin the main army, forming a battle formation before engaging the Blood Hunters who were recovering their strength.

The civilians, distrustful of the Northern army, fled from their sheepfolds into the wolves-infested plains like frightened lambs, believing they had escaped hell.

Kate's fingers stiffened and trembled. To calm himself, he could only turn his gaze to the other side of the battlefield.

"Hurry up and finish her off, kid! Yeah, beat her up!"

At the center of the battlefield, a dark halo teemed with boiling blood, and an endless aura of immortality pressed down on the Blood Mist Statue. The shockwaves generated by the collision of forces could even reverberate violently on the city walls.

Kate, focused on overseeing the battle, cheered incessantly until his binoculars were snatched away, at which point he noticed the silence around him.

The Second Division's logistical supplies arrived, along with the strange woman—Chu Guang.

"I think you need to explain, Commander Kate."

Wrapped in a white trench coat, with his long ponytail fluttering in the wind, Chu Guang, who was holding a foxtail grass in his mouth, cast a gaze at Kate as if the Duke himself were present, and then pulled out several letters of complaint from his pocket.

Kate swallowed hard. "It's a misunderstanding, Ms. Chuguang..."

"Really? Perhaps it's a coincidence, Kate. On my way here, I encountered three peasant rebel groups. How many soldiers do you think we'll need to fill all the outposts in the southern part of the Central District?"

Chu Guang's handsome eyebrows were slightly raised, his expression seemingly curious, yet also questioning.

Unable to face that magnificent face, Kate lowered his head. A few seconds later, he heard Chuguang's slow sigh.

"Keep pushing forward, speed up the attack, and don't give the enemy a chance to breathe."

Chu Guang brought six newly developed steam cannons to support the Second Division, with the aim of enhancing the Second Division's siege capabilities.

Next, Chuguang will have to go to the Eastern Territory to assist in investigating the whereabouts of the Mage Association.

There was no other way. Elene was pregnant, Oswald and Jenny had gone to Starfall City, and Luna and Paul's team needed to stay in Ice City. Among the high-ranking officials of the entire Northern Territory, was she the only one who could act alone?

As the Blood Mist Statue withered in the tide of the undead, the steam cannons revealed their power on the battlefield for the first time.

The alchemical bombs ignite the fury of corrosion, the steam modules spew out hot air and burst forth with green light. Each bomb launched into the air and the resulting explosion upon landing can often engulf all enemies within a radius of fifteen meters, instantly burning them to ashes.

The call to counterattack sounded amidst the steam. Kate was unaware of when Chuguang had left; she herself was a mysterious woman, rumored to be the incarnation of some ancient god…

Kate looked up and slowly breathed a sigh of relief. He had to thank Chuguang properly; if Chuguang hadn't helped him stop these letters, he really wouldn't know what to do.

If you think a government's performance is utter chaos, there's no need to doubt that it's a makeshift organization, because politics is a highly dangerous thing.

Leaving aside the few mentally ill individuals, you can find intelligent people in there who are even more mentally unstable than the mentally ill.

In fact, for the entire upper-level interest group, no matter which direction they go, everyone's struggle should always be restrained, and it's best if no one can get away with anything.

But there are too many honest people in the Northern Territory, especially the Catholic leaders, who can be considered the last remaining conscience of the Vatican. Looking around, they are all pure idealists.

The war in the southern central region turned into a mess, with heavy casualties among civilians on the opposing side. Someone absolutely needs to take responsibility afterward.

Although everyone's intentions were good, and their aim wasn't to kick someone when they're down—after all, to reflect on mistakes and learn from them—who can guarantee that His Highness the Duke's thoughts won't change as the reflection process progresses?

If the Duke believes that a force is influencing the Northern regime, that a force is going against his will, and that some people in the Northern Territory's upper echelons have lost their original intentions and embarked on a path he is extremely wary of...

At that time, these few ordinary letters could truly become the reins hanging around Kate's neck.

As the saying goes, some things are nothing on the scale, but once you put them on the scale, they weigh a ton.

The steam cannons proved their power, and the battle quickly came to an end. Kate, who had ordered the command to break camp, arrived at the battlefield immediately. The scorched earth was steaming with heat. Kate pounded on the cannon barrel, his eyes filled with emotion.

This is the new era; the advent of cannons will surely change the form of future warfare!

After understanding the power of these weapons of mass destruction, Kate quickly realized that in order to gain the initiative in future wars, she had to increase the speed of marching.

He doesn't need to occupy land; he wants to lead his troops in a rapid advance to annihilate the enemy's manpower!

"Erion! Immediately lead the light cavalry to the next city, eliminate surrounding threats, and attack the city directly once the cannons arrive!"

"Yes, sir!"