After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

October, the Elf Capital.

When disaster affects everyone, the so-called order and stability of a country are easily shattered.

The situation was worse than expected. If it weren't for the rapid response of the Northern Army's Third Division, the Elven Kingdom would probably have immediately descended into anarchy.

After entering the Elven Kingdom with the Sixth Regiment and two militia regiments, Catherine arranged for soldiers to take over the autumn harvest work for the elves, and quickly made contact with General Serfland, leading her elite cavalry south to take control of the situation in the Elven capital.

"Let us go! We need to leave this cursed land!"

"I knew it! I knew it! The spirits who return to their homeland will ultimately be punished by the gods!"

Most of those clamoring to escape were elves from overseas. Some of them had already escaped, while the rest were blocked back by Catherine.

Ignoring the elves' madness, Catherine gripped her riding whip and, like a grim reaper calling a roll, selected several troublemakers.

"Arrest them, Lucas, and hand them over to the nuns and doctors for anatomical studies."

"Yes."

Order was rebuilt through violence, with over a hundred heavily armored cavalrymen breaking elven trees and driving all the troublesome elves back with blows.

With the city gates closed again, the capital finally enjoyed a brief period of peace.

In a dark basement, Catherine found General Serfland, who looked haggard. After they introduced themselves, Serfland handed over the intelligence he had gathered to Catherine.

After quickly flipping through a few pages, Catherine couldn't help but rub her forehead and asked in confusion.

"Wind? What wind? Does it include the wind from a fan, and the wind you feel while running?"

It's too abstract. Before coming here, Catherine thought that this was another targeted plague spread by the Goddess Army. But now she's being told that the truth is that the elves have a chance of being killed by the wind.

"It's just naturally occurring wind... Lady Catherine, it's clear that we elves are suffering from a curse, a test of whether our entire race can continue to survive."

On October 8th, Catherine confirmed the intelligence submitted by Serfland and began to impose a city-wide curfew, prohibiting any elves from appearing in the outside environment.

After the Sixth Regiment arrived, Lucas handed the doctors' reports to Catherine.

The report was concise: no seed-like items were found inside the sprite, and no energy erosion was detected.

Catherine, a cigarette dangling from her lips, her eyebrows furrowed. "Damn it, could it really be a curse?"

"Sir, I have another piece of intelligence here, which was just sent by Garwin, the commander of the Third Division."

"Just read it to me." Catherine waved her hand, walked to the window, lit a cigarette, and took a deep breath to relieve her anxiety.

Lucas straightened his back, opened the letter, and reported: "Yes, Commander Garwin informed you that he has already conducted a thorough investigation of all the elves in the Eastern Territory and found that the members of the Mechanicus who underwent deep modifications have not been affected in any way."

"Cough, cough!"

Her face flushed red from the choking, Catherine stubbed out her cigarette with her fingers, quickly walked over, grabbed the letter, and began to read it carefully, word by word.

After a long pause, she relit her tobacco and stammered, "Lucas..."

"Sir, please give your orders."

"I think I haven't read enough books. Can we still adapt to this era?" Catherine sighed softly. She had heard about the Cult of the Machine God, but she didn't understand it at all!

What kind of bullshit principle is it to replace flesh and blood with machinery?

"I studied at World Tree Academy for two days, well, I dropped out," Lucas answered honestly. Despite his promising young appearance, he wasn't very well-educated.

"Why don't we contact the Holy Maiden and ask her to resolve this matter?"

Catherine shook her head. After all, the elves were just allies. If Saintess Janet were to be sacrificed in order to break the elves' curse, she would surely become a sinner in the Northern Territory.

"Let's do our best to write to Commander Garwin and ask him to transfer all the dwarves from the Eastern Territory. I want to build several large dungeons in the Elven Kingdom."

……

In a western town of the Elf Kingdom, the heroes and their companions were unaware that the Northern Army had already arrived in the capital.

They'd talked about everything they needed to talk about, expressed their positions, and reached a consensus on how to break the curse. Only Annie kept making sarcastic remarks.

"Even if you try your best to save the world, the goddess will still destroy the four races. Your efforts will not be rewarded with world peace. Your desperate efforts now will only benefit the goddess."

"Why don't we keep stalling for time and wait for Duke Oswald to return?"

Thorne, who had been digging the pit, stopped and stood at the bottom, several meters deep. He looked up and asked earnestly, "Duke Oswald, can you defeat the Goddess of Life with the power of immortality?"

Annie, sitting by the pit, was speechless for a moment. If Oswald became an immortal god, not only the goddess, but everyone would be doomed.

"Why do you keep thinking about him? You should know he's not him, and besides, Oswald already has two wives."

Lilith, who had just thrown all the killed wild animals and plants into the pit, looked worried; she really didn't want Annie to continue doing foolish things.

"Ha, that guy seemed really happy when he killed me... Hey, Sylvie, are people from your world all so cold-hearted?"

Sylvie, lying in the square basking in the sun, with a blade of grass in her mouth, slowly opened her eyes and replied with a smile, "In my world, love was the most luxurious thing. Not getting it was considered lucky, and getting it was considered hypocritical. Young people pretended to be deeply in love, while the older generation ended up deceiving themselves."

"By the way, cheating is very common in that world, little Yani. A large portion of people are raising other people's children, hahaha."

Listening to Sylvie talk about the culture and customs of another world was a rare moment of harmony for the hero's team. However, the more they learned, the more they felt that Oswald was an extremely dangerous person.

Continuing to work, Thorne climbed out of the pit and dusted off his clothes.

With the preliminary preparations complete, it's time to see what the savior goddess can do.

Isolde walked to the edge of the pit, and several magic circles lit up at her fingertips. The plants and animals at the bottom of the pit instantly disintegrated, turning into streams of red and black magic.

Holy water poured out, merging with magic to wash over the bottom of the pit, while life magic from the other hand continuously poured in, turning the gradually rising pool water dark green.

"Not enough, we need more flesh and blood," Isolde said, frowning.

"I'll go."

Diana tore through the void and disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye. A short while later, Diana, soaking wet, returned to the original spot. With a swift slash of her hand, a spatial rift opened up, spewing out a large amount of flesh and blood that poured into the deep pit.

Curious Thorne looked closely and discovered that it was a dismembered whale carcass.

The pool water was finally stained blackish-red. Isolde unleashed all her magic, and circles of magic circles were engraved around the edge of the soil. The moment this strange creation was formed, it erupted with surging spatial fluctuations, and finally stabilized in the brilliant light of the magic circles.

"The elves hide here, needing neither to eat nor breathe, and can escape the ravages of nature, at the cost of maintaining their devout faith in the goddess of life."