After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

"Why not just evacuate them!"

"And what about you all? Don't you have even the slightest bit of faith in your hearts?"

Catherine, who had finally made contact with the command post, had just entered the royal city through the north gate when she found the field hospital in complete chaos.

The mist spread by the savior saint had not yet completely evaporated. Logically speaking, this addictive toxin, which would interfere with people's rationality and cause abnormalities in the human body, was nothing more than child's play in the face of Saint Jane's invulnerable aura of life.

Not to mention the soldiers who received the Duke's power; the immortal magic flowing through their bodies made them practically mutated representatives of authority.

"What are you all doing? Didn't you even read a single word of the intelligence the Special Forces were investigating?!"

The field hospital was in complete chaos, filled with crazed civilians. The soldiers, left with no other choice, had to pin them down one by one, tie them up with ropes, and then wait for the High Nun's further instructions.

However, Sister Arabella, who was manipulating the magic circle, didn't have time to deal with them for the time being. Catherine, who had arrived at the field hospital, was well aware of the dangers of the holy water, so she gave the order without hesitation.

"Those whose bodies have mutated shall all be executed! The remaining patients shall be sent outside the city, and I will consult with Commander Federico to bring them to the Iron Lake City Guild Sanctuary for faith-based healing."

"yes!"

Some things had to be done, and some infamy had to be borne by someone. The field hospital was already too busy caring for the wounded soldiers to have the energy to deal with these crazy addicts.

The soldiers acted swiftly and quickly cleared the patients out of the hospital. The doctors and nuns in the medical department breathed a sigh of relief and began to focus on treating the wounded.

Ordering the veterans of the Special Forces to restore discipline, Catherine looked around and nodded in satisfaction, while also noticing a strange, ill-fated couple in the corner.

I went over and glanced at the number. He was a new recruit from the Second Division, but the aura he exuded was that of a veteran who had fought for many years.

"Have we met somewhere before?"

Pinching her chin, Catherine pondered for a moment, then poked Monet, who was being held tightly by Lucas, with her finger. Monet's eyes were unfocused, and his fierce struggles were firmly locked in Lucas's strong arms.

If it weren't for her sharp eyes, Catherine wouldn't have noticed that Monet had been affected by the holy water.

Lucas looked up; his eyes were shattered, empty and numb. Catherine had seen many eyes like that, so she spoke immediately.

"Didn't you hear the order, soldier?! What are you doing, a grown man, hanging out with a sick person?"

"Quickly send her north to receive treatment. As for you... go to war! Do I need to explain to you that soldiers must go to the battlefield?"

The boisterous Catherine pulled out her belt, grabbed Monet, tied it around her waist, and threw her onto the stretcher the soldiers were carrying.

Before leaving, Catherine picked up the sword beside her and tossed it to Lucas, who had been staring at her.

After reorganizing the rear and rebuilding a team with members of the Special Forces as the backbone, Catherine immediately rushed to the front line to join Commander Kate.

After the war began, the special forces also had to obey the army's orders, even though she didn't understand the specifics yet.

"Have those disgusting guys shown up yet?" Catherine asked softly.

"If they don't want to defeat us on the front lines, are they planning to attack Ice City directly?" Kate was equally curious about this question.

If the Cursed Avatar intends to lead a small core group to wage war in the Northern Territory, then he is truly out of his mind. The thirteen-meter-tall Undead King is a veritable messenger of hell.

In other words, when we pray to the Duke for power, you will eventually receive a response from the goddess.

The two lit cigarettes, their eyes filled with worry, and Kate frequently turned back to look at the palace.

Catherine flicked away her cigarette ash. She had a feeling that her commander was somewhat absent-minded, but before she could ask, she saw Paul stop in the center of the battlefield, sword at the ready, and suddenly look up at the sky.

The dreamlike, extreme colors painted the blinding sun, and only when this huge slab of paint crashed down did Catherine realize that it was the glossy sheen of the locust army's exoskeletons, reflecting the sun's brilliance.

Enemy reinforcements arrived. Catherine had only drawn her sword halfway when Kate shoved her away. Catherine, who tumbled to the ground, stared wide-eyed at the sight of Paul running wildly and Kate, who had suddenly been cleaved in two.

The blood curtain that fell to the ground revealed the arrival of the cursed incarnation. Nicole slowly flapped her wings and got up, trying to wipe the blood off the tip of her gun, but her expression changed drastically in the next second.

Veins bulged on her forehead as she suddenly noticed the solidification of space, an incomprehensible force piercing every cell of her body.

The cleaved corpse of the Second Division Commander suddenly began to rotate, the mixture of internal organs and blood merging into an unknown liquid, the outflowing heart igniting with pitch-black flames, and the cold wind emanating from the corpse like a polar current.

The alarm blared in her head, and Nicole, who had precisely stepped into the trap, suddenly looked up, as if meeting the sorrowful eyes in the palace.

"Messenger who walks among men, I offer you the loyalty and death of saints. May your will judge the evil of the world, and may your destiny abolish the authority of all false gods."

"Listen to the prayers of the suffering, do not offer shelter from war and death, but hold high the candle in the darkness, and grant us the power to destroy our enemies!"

Silence. The world was silenced by the collapse.

As the high nun's prayers faded from the ears of every Northern Army soldier, Nicole panicked, realizing something was about to happen.

She hastily spread her insect wings, but the moment she broke through the spatial barrier and her toes left the ground, the raging flames of Commander Kate were crushed by a withered giant hand...

"Oh, Oswald?!"

Boom!

The gigantic hand, seemingly from hell, wielded a violent, immortal magic, and seized Nicole's entire body. Nicole's meridians instantly severed, and she gushed out a large amount of blood.

Lucas, who was immediately surrounded by a swarm of locusts upon arriving at the front lines, instinctively turned his head after noticing the unusual movement of the man-eating locusts, and then saw a scene that filled him with despair.

Nicole struggled desperately, a pointless struggle.

What terrifying power that was! What terrifying body that was! What had he become?!

Oswald's terrifying head slowly rose from the blood, dripping blood into his open mouth. The immortality eroded and devoured Nicole's life magic, while Oswald, with his empty eye sockets, also sent the increasingly dazed Nicole into his gaping maw.

"No! No!!!"

Like a wild beast devouring its prey, like Saturn devouring his son, a dynamic scene unfolded before Lucas's eyes. Countless locusts swarmed forward, only to wither away like fallen leaves in the black shockwave...

Crunch, crunch, the bone marrow was chewed up, and the flesh burst into a thick paste.

The world seems unreal.

There was no explosive battle as expected, no long-awaited reunion as imagined. Lucas knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face. He could only watch as the Undead King of the North executed his sister-like figure in the most primitive way.

Nicole, devoured bite by bite, lost her life and ended her life of being manipulated.

Suddenly disappearing, suddenly becoming a curse, suddenly appearing, and suddenly dying...

"Commander, Commander Kate!"

Lucas was not the only one who collapsed; the mournful cries gradually spread throughout the city, the war intensified, and when news of Commander Kate's death reached everyone's ears, the Union soldiers went mad.

Fury ignited their blood, and they charged at the enemy uncontrollably.

Catherine, still unable to accept the reality, clutched her scalp. Only after the great figure of the Lord of the North slowly dissipated did she stagger over step by step.

It was clean and tidy, but there was nothing there.

Paul's hand holding the sword trembled. He dared not open his mouth; it was a sorrow he could only swallow. Second Division Commander Kate, he had fulfilled all his promises to the young lady and also lived up to all the Duke's teachings.

Without a word, Paul turned around and charged into the battlefield once more, unleashing a torrent of red light...