After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

To ensure the speed of the march, Oswald only brought one thousand of his most elite cavalrymen from Kukul.

After all, to the immortal serpent, the fortified city that humans are so proud of is nothing more than a castle built by children with stones, which can be easily pushed and collapsed.

Without an entity of equal strength to stop the Undying Serpent, the strategy of establishing a defensive line and then gathering a large army to encircle and annihilate it is utterly unfeasible.

Oswald couldn't afford to gamble, nor dared to. In his worst-case scenario, he was certain that even if all one thousand cavalrymen were killed, they would have to escort him to the Undying Serpent.

However, no one expected the situation to turn out this way.

As the melodious bugle call reached his ears, Oswald's heart skipped a beat. On the battlefield, such a bugle call conveyed only one message: fight to the death.

Like riding on a runaway roller coaster, Oswald, with his powerful physique, weaved between the serpent's ribs, engaging in hand-to-hand combat with the endless stream of undead, traveling from the sky to the ground, skimming along the ground at high speed, and then spiraling back into the air.

Currently, neither he nor the Undying Python can defeat the other. It's just that Oswald is incredibly agile. Any other S-class would not be able to withstand the python's death roll, and would be smashed to pieces if they were not careful.

Oswald had killed countless undead around the giant serpent's magic crystal, but he was helpless against the incredibly sturdy crystal. In addition, with his wounds bleeding uncontrollably, he was gradually feeling his strength waning.

In the distance, the undead army marched toward the city like a torrent, with two cavalry units at the head and tail, advancing at high speed and fiercely cutting into the army.

The sounds of skeletons and hooves crashing together created a devastating roar.

Soldiers against soldiers, kings against kings!

"Keep accelerating, keep accelerating! Reach the cavalry ahead!"

Jenny had somehow become the commander of this cavalry. She had witnessed the fierce battle in the city and was determined to stop the undead army!

Sitting in the carriage moving at full speed, with a large cavalry force like sharp cones in front of her, Jenny looked around and saw that all around her were densely packed undead.

Her veil had been blown away by the wind, but Jenny gritted her teeth and endured the discomfort. Light gathered in her palm, and the goddess magic was activated. Several holy light spears were continuously released, becoming the most dazzling colors on the dark battlefield, and continuously eliminating the undead blocking her way.

"Left! Flank to the left and outflank them!"

The two cavalry units finally spotted each other. The adjutant signaled with flags, and the two forces converged in one direction, charging out swiftly, then accelerating and maneuvering, once again plunging into the undead army like sharp knives.

After the cavalry had assembled, the undead also reacted. Their main force marched towards the city, while the rest rushed forward, forming dense ranks to block the galloping warhorses. Undeterred by the prospect of being torn to pieces, they launched a frenzied attack on the warhorses.

After the warhorses fell, they swarmed around them and tore the cavalrymen to pieces with their sharp bones and teeth.

The death toll among the cavalry began to soar rapidly, but not a single person withdrew from the battle. The warhorses continued to accelerate, and the corpses of both sides began to pile up, with blood and bone splattering hundreds of meters away. The numbness of the undead and the courage of the humans were determined to be tested in this battle.

"Sister, continue with them!"

The blood-soaked adjutant gave a loud shout, and the hundreds of cavalrymen following him quickly dismounted and formed a spear formation like a city wall to block the undead's encirclement.

The remaining horses and cavalry regrouped, quickly disengaged from the battlefield, and once again broke through the weak points of the army, then chased after the undead army in parallel advance.

Jenny closed her eyes in anguish, knowing that the chances of those hundreds of cavalrymen surviving were slim to none.

The bugle call grew closer, its mournful sound like tears; in the overcast sky, vultures continued to circle.

The earth never stopped trembling. Oswald could already hear the sounds of soldiers fighting. His breathing was intermittent, and he once again spat out the blood that surged into his throat.

(Let's begin, just imagine there's a tumor in your body.)

Oswald swiftly removed all his armor and tore off his upper body clothing, revealing his extremely strong physique.

I'm so sorry I couldn't get you back, host.

(Come on, you've messed up this storyline, and you probably won't be able to explain it to your superiors.)

[Rest assured, our system offers lifetime employment.]

(Actually, I'm happy that you've always been there for me, even if you only bring me junk every time.)

[......]

(Come!)

Oswald accelerated again, dodging the undead that pounced on him, and leaped into the air to stand in front of the magic crystal.

The system immediately activates a one-time use item: Gluttony.

The item card activated, and a crooked crack appeared in his abdomen. Oswald could clearly feel his internal organs separating from his flesh.

Rings of sharp teeth grew rapidly, widening the gaps and surging outwards while wriggling and spitting out an incredibly black, viscous tongue.

Seeing this thing emerging from his stomach, even though he was somewhat prepared, Oswald still lost his mind.

But there was no time to back down now. With a thought, he immediately wrapped his long tongue around the floating magic crystal and pulled it hard into the gaping maw of his abdomen.

With a deafening roar, hundreds of sharp teeth slammed shut, swallowing the magic crystal whole. The maw vanished, but Oswald's body underwent a grotesque transformation the instant it was restored. Bones pierced through his body, turning him into a bloody mess.

With his body mangled and his last vestiges of consciousness exhausted, Oswald closed his eyes and plummeted straight down from the sky.

Almost simultaneously, after severing the connection between the magic crystal and the undead python, the red light in the python's eye sockets vanished, leaving it empty as if it were truly dead. Its enormous body seemed to have lost its power and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

With the final loud bang of the city, smoke and dust billowed into the sky. The exhausted scout shed two lines of tears and sounded the horn for an emergency assembly.

"Quickly!! Something's happened in the city!"

The cavalry charged forward like madmen, but the undead army suddenly changed targets and surged towards the cavalry.

The two sides clashed again, but this time the undead were the ones holding back.

The vultures finally stopped circling, and pairs of wings flew straight down to the battlefield, landing on the scattered corpses and feasting on them.

Upon noticing this, Jenny's eyes changed drastically. She was absolutely certain that the Undying Serpent had been destroyed, but the Duke's fate was still unknown.

"Don't engage them in battle, head straight into the city and find the Duke's whereabouts!"

She was truly panicked this time. What terrible idea had Elene come up with? If something happened to the Duke, the sky would really fall in the Northern Territory!

Inside the city, the scout struggled to drag Oswald away from the undead's pursuit. Fortunately, when the giant python fell, it crushed many of the undead that were attached to it, and the scout's excellent physical condition helped them avoid real danger.

Oswald's bone spurs had all dissipated, but even so, the scout couldn't help but shed tears upon seeing his broken body.

Countless bones were broken; the Duke was now limp, and with just one hug, the scout was covered in blood.

"Your Grace, please hold on a little longer, everyone will be here soon."

The scout struggled to drag the unconscious duke into a dilapidated house, and while crying, he quickly tore off strips of cloth from his clothes and hurriedly and anxiously bandaged Oswald's wounds.

Oswald's breath was very weak at the moment. The system tried to call out to his consciousness, but received no response. It could only use the recovery potions stored over the years on Oswald one by one.

These are things that other transmigrators wouldn't even look at, but these are all the things the system can collect. Thanks to this, it's still managing to keep Oswald alive.

The magic crystal lay quietly in Oswald's abdomen. The system discovered that the magic crystal was infiltrating Oswald's bones, but it was too late to do anything about it now.

The battle outside continued. The cavalrymen charged desperately to the city gate, only to find themselves attacked from both sides.

It turned out that most of the undead inside the city had been attracted by the larger number of creatures outside the city and had gathered together, just in time to run into the cavalry force that wanted to break into the city.

In just one encounter, seven or eight cavalrymen who were caught off guard were killed.

Jenny continued to cast her goddess magic, but there were too many enemies, and they were now surrounded, making it extremely difficult for them to advance any further.

"Heavily armored soldiers hold the line outside, while those still capable of fighting dismount and form a spear formation!"

"Protect the horses and wait for them to recover their strength before breaking through."

"Brothers, we have nowhere to retreat! Fight the enemy!"

As orders were issued one after another, perhaps the only thing that gave Janet solace was that these cavalrymen, handpicked and individually trained by Oswald, possessed an extremely strong fighting spirit.

They were supposed to be the core, building up the cavalry forces of the Northern Territory. Without them, the Northern Territory would not be able to recover for several years.

A forest of spears stood around Jenny, who was surrounded by soldiers. Further out on the periphery was the undead army, which had gone mad.

The city gate was already in sight; Jenny could even see the enormous skeleton of the immortal serpent inside the city, but they could not take another step forward.

Despair welled up inside her, and even though her magic was still abundant, Jenny couldn't reverse the tide of the battle.

They all misjudged the situation. Who could have imagined that there was such a large army of undead in the distance? They also had no choice but to misjudge, because they had to deal with the calamity as quickly as possible.

Otherwise, the number of people who would have sacrificed their lives in the entire Northern Territory would have been far more than just a mere thousand.

"Sister, did you hear that?" The boy guarding Janet suddenly stood up and looked around with a hint of joy.

"What did you hear?"

Jenny, who had just finished casting her spell, was slightly out of breath. All she could hear was the endless sound of fighting and a horn that never stopped ringing out.

Wait, the horn!

Jenny looked blankly into the city. The horn sound wasn't coming from the city walls, but from further away, and it was getting closer and closer to them!

By the way, these 20,000-plus undead were clearly sent to pursue the survivors. The fact that so many troops were dispatched can only mean that Count Rondo still has a considerable number of troops under his command.

The bugle call, wailing and clear, reached everyone's ears; it was the signal to launch the final assault.

"My lads, for the Duke, kill!"

"kill!!!"

Outside the encirclement, the thunderous roar of iron cavalry, accompanied by the shouts of thousands, revealed a one-eyed old general clad in heavy armor, wielding a broadsword, leading his army charging fearlessly into the undead army.

Closest to the veteran general were the 300-strong lance cavalrymen who had recently dismounted to hold off the undead.

Even in foot combat, even after a bloody battle, their speed was by no means slow, and their dense spears tore through the undead army's defenses with overwhelming force.

Besides the army, even farmers who could only carry simple weapons joined the battle, haphazardly smashing wooden sticks and shovels at the undead.

The horn of counterattack had been sounded, and everyone in the encirclement was invigorated. They immediately took up their guns, lined up in formation, and roared as they launched a counterattack without hesitation.