After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

[Host, witness a rising star! The transmigrator next door has completed ability fusion and successfully acquired the cannon mechanic in Chinese chess.]

(What does that mean?)

[Instantly kills any living being through objects, even air or skin, ignoring defenses and special effects; literally, the ability kills instantly upon activation.]

(Wow, what was his time-travel mission?)

[No question. His original work about traveling through worlds was a web novel, which had too many parts that couldn't pass censorship. The main characters were also more complex, so the actual storyline was much more complicated than yours.]

[The transmigrator acquired this ability primarily to ensure the male protagonist's child was his; he was still busy when the system left.]

(Damn it, don't bring this up while I'm working! I really want to know how the story unfolds!)

(However, does his ability eliminate a group at once, or can he only eliminate one at a time? If he can only eliminate one, then...)

[Idiot, why not just destroy the cell that's fused together?]

The system, having returned from its visit, resumed its daily sharing. Seeing that Oswald was indeed extremely busy, it shut its mouth and played soothing music in his mind.

The latest military report from Starfall City has arrived in Ice City. Although it was a great victory, Starfall City also suffered considerable losses, especially due to the new tactics developed by the enemy, which is giving Oswald a headache.

As it turns out, simply retreating and defending is not an option; sooner or later, the Northern Territory will have to settle things with the Demon Army in open battle.

Along with the military report came a letter from Count Camaro.

The letter stated that his daughter, Lisa, had already set off south and would report the details to Oswald in person.

Lisa… Oswald tapped the table, unable to recall the name for a moment.

Oh, right, the Earl does have a daughter who apparently died in a battle in her previous life. She's a marginal character with no information about her in the original work.

However, Count Camaro sending his daughter in person probably means he wants money...

Oswald is starting to worry about money again. The only cavalry he can rely on to generate immediate income has been missing for several days since they secretly infiltrated the Western Territory, and he doesn't know if they have succeeded.

It is often said that the three drivers of economic growth are consumption, investment, and exports, but Oswald believes that these are all long-term plans. In terms of short-term gains, plunder is undoubtedly the most effective.

Capital still needs initial accumulation. It won't make the common people suffer, but it will make the nobles in other places suffer. Anyway, the whole northern territory is eager to make progress, and everyone should help each other.

White clouds drift lazily by. At this moment, outside an unnamed town in the western region, a group of cavalrymen dressed as bandits are gathering on a hillside outside the city, holding their breath and observing the movements in the woods below.

The western territory has many low hills and vast land, but little rainfall and sparse vegetation compared to the northern territory, with only forests providing shelter.

Not long ago, a group of nobles escaped the city in a carriage. Judging from the tracks, they probably carried a lot of good stuff.

The cavalry did not make any rash moves. It was daytime, and it was not advisable to reveal their identities. Everyone had seen plenty of bandits, but a band of bandits with horses by their side was probably one of the most unique in the entire kingdom.

Anyone with a discerning eye could guess that this was an army from elsewhere taking advantage of the chaos.

"Sir, the number of undead does indeed exceed five thousand, but I haven't found any trace of bone dragons." The scout crept up and quietly reported the situation below.

"Don't be careless. The Duke already instructed us before we left that safety comes first." The adjutant focused his mind and decided to hold back for the time being.

Their investigation revealed that although the town in front of them was small, its walls were four meters high, and it also had an army of about a thousand men. If they defended the town, these undead might not be able to break through.

Before long, a large number of undead rushed out of the forest and marched towards the town.

Alarm bells rang loudly on the city walls, and before the undead could even get close, the guards began firing arrows in a chaotic manner.

"Are the soldiers of the Western Territory all idiots? Using bows and arrows against the undead!"

"Where are their superiors? Why isn't there anyone giving orders?"

The adjutant picked up his binoculars and, seeing the chaotic state of the guards, couldn't help but unleash a torrent of abuse.

Damn it, how dare these garrison soldiers call themselves soldiers? In terms of combat ability, they're not even worthy of carrying the shoes of the Northern Army!

However, these guards were even more ruthless than the cavalry had imagined. When a large number of undead, almost unharmed, surged into the city, before they could even form a human ladder, the guards dropped their weapons and fled in terror.

At the same time, the western city gates were opened wide, and countless soldiers fled the city first, followed by the loudly crying civilians. They seemed afraid of not attracting the attention of the undead, and soon they crowded the city gates.

"This is terrible..."

Seeing the undead rapidly advancing around the city towards the west gate, the cavalrymen all turned ashen-faced, and even the adjutant put down his binoculars, not daring to look at the horrific scene that lay ahead.

Even when facing tens of thousands of undead and undead serpents, Count Rondo was still able to fight and retreat, escorting the surviving civilians and preserving his remaining strength.

But these nobles and guards, they only care about their own safety and have no sense of responsibility or commitment!

The screams inside the city lasted for the entire afternoon. During this time, someone opened the city gates on the north and south sides, allowing some people to escape successfully. However, many more people ultimately perished in this man-made catastrophe.

As night fell, the town quickly emptied as the undead continued their westward pursuit. The cavalrymen silently mounted their horses, cautiously entered the city, and began to plunder its wealth.

After ensuring the town's safety, the adjutant ordered men to build a perimeter outside the town and sent messengers to inform Reid, the regimental commander, by fast horse.

This sudden undead calamity began in the Southern Territory, then spread to the Northern Territory, and is now erupting in the Western Territory as well.

Ironically, such a dangerous situation has not been taken seriously by either the Duke of the Western Territory or the King of the Royal City.

Perhaps Oswald's desperate gamble gave them unwarranted confidence...

Most of the town's buildings were well-preserved, as there had been no significant resistance, making it easy for the cavalry to loot them.

Even though the nobles had done everything they could to take away their accumulated wealth, the amount of money inside the cellars still dazzled the cavalrymen when they were broken open one by one.

"Sir, I've found the granary, and the grain inside..."

The adjutant slapped him on the head. "You ignorant fool, get the money moving first!"

The knights made more than a dozen trips back and forth throughout the night, until even their horses were panting from exhaustion, before they finally managed to empty the town of all its valuables.

Hiding in a mountain forest, these bandits lived a life of eating meat to their hearts' content, stuffing dried meat into their mouths for free.

The adjutant chewed on beef jerky, counted the money pouches over and over, and only grinned after confirming there were 153 pouches.

The Duke said that one-twentieth of this would belong to them, so based on tonight's harvest alone, each of them would receive more than forty silver coins.

In addition, they looted a large number of luxury goods, as well as food, weapons, leather, herbs and other items, which were piled up on the ground like a small mountain.

However, they also knew that after that, it would be much harder for them to plunder the wealth of an entire city.

The more commotion the undead cause, the faster the Western Knights will arrive. They must remain vigilant to avoid running into the Knights' guns.

After resting until the afternoon, the militia sent by Red finally arrived. They swaggered in front of the cavalry in their horse-drawn carriages.

The adjutant's forehead vein throbbed as he found the militia captain and rebuked him, "Aren't you afraid of being discovered with such a large commotion?"

The militia captain, still retaining the rustic charm of a peasant, bowed and scraped as he replied, "Sir, nobody cares. We hardly encountered anyone on our way here. The guards at the pass have all fled, and they're even begging our northern lord to take them in..."

Upon hearing this, the adjutant fell silent; he had indeed overestimated the quality of the Western Territory's garrison.

"Alright, you must deliver these items to Commander Red intact. And you must strictly adhere to discipline, understand?"

The militia captain nodded repeatedly, "I know, I know. We would never lie to the regimental commander. He treats us very well. He said that if we do a good job, he will give us priority in receiving food and weapons."

These guys are honest... The adjutant scratched his face awkwardly. The regular army's treatment was indeed better; the cavalrymen were given gold and silver.

After seeing off the militiamen who were transporting supplies, the bandits—no, the cavalry—continued their pursuit of the undead army.

For a long time afterward, they had to be the undead's lackeys.

Several days later, news of the undead outbreak in the Western Territory finally spread throughout the kingdom. It was said that half of the towns in the Western Territory were in chaos, and the undead army was advancing towards Twilight City, the capital of the Western Territory, without rest.

Frank was completely stunned when he heard the news.

The Northern Territory acted swiftly and decisively, even eliminating the Undying Serpent. The Southern Territory, also powerful, appeared to be unable to withstand the attack and requested reinforcements, but in reality, it had already blocked the Undying Clan's advance.

Everyone else is pretty strong, so why are they so weak in your Western territory?

Frank was both shocked and furious. He immediately issued a decree to the Duke of the Western Territory, who was still on vacation in the capital, ordering the Duke and his family to return immediately and begin mobilizing troops to quell the undead uprising.

Not long after leaving the city, the Duke sheepishly returned to the palace and begged Frank to send an army to escort him into Twilight City.

Frank?

Am I being too nice to you? There are only about five thousand undead in the entire western territory. Instead of sending troops to escort you, why don't I just help you wipe out the undead army?!

Frank gave the Duke a good scolding, but then he felt bad. What if something really happened to them? Wouldn't it be his fault then?

He calmed himself down and ordered five hundred guards to accompany the Duke to the Western Territory.