After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

A fierce battle erupted as Luna faced Lilith and Annie faced Diana. The four unleashed their abilities simultaneously, creating a scorching storm and freezing snowflakes, along with deathly sounds and a barrage of swords, spears, and arrows. In an instant, the earth cracked, mountains collapsed, and valleys dried up.

Thorne, drawing his sword but feeling utterly lost, had no idea how to handle the situation. Sylvie was still preparing for the Celestial Cult's ritual, and Isolde had long since withdrawn from the battlefield to observe coldly, so he could only raise his head, hoping to receive guidance from the Great Sage and the Great Mage.

But no one cared about the hero's dilemma. Valesa's staff flashed like a spotlight, continuously activating one magic circle after another. The Great Sage also pulled an ancient book from the void, looking ahead with a tense expression.

They couldn't concern themselves with the battle on the ground, because Oswald's presence had already locked onto the area.

Then, a crack appeared in space, and Thorne saw only darkness engulf the world before him, as if dark clouds had fallen to earth, casting down a deathly silence of vanished souls...

Silence, absolute silence, a world of soundlessness and blindness, awakened the deepest fears in the hearts of all living beings.

Thorne instinctively stepped back, and a rolling stone tripped him. A strange, sharp edge brushed past him, severing several strands of hair and piercing his bones with its chilling force.

It turns out that the battle is still ongoing, but it has already transcended his level.

Thorne stood up from the ground, touched the wound on his back, thought for a long time, and then forcefully tore open the scar.

As blood dripped down, four colorful rays of light burst forth from behind him, illuminating the bottomless darkness.

"Oswald!"

The Great Sage's roar echoed across the sky. The complexity of the battlefield far exceeded Thorne's imagination, because at this moment, not only were the three of them locked in fierce combat, but also countless powerful mages from all ages of humans and elves, who had been brought to life from ancient texts.

The dazzling spells and the immortal black mist destroyed the fixed patterns of space. The world struggled to recover, and the struggle was ugly, like shattered internal organs spinning in a centrifuge.

Wind and thunder gathered around Oswald. With a single command, the world changed color, and the magician he conjured instantly vanished amidst the tremors of nature's power. Meanwhile, the great magician Valesa's gravity magic circle continued to exert its power, restricting Oswald's movements with extreme pressure, and the lingering aftershocks crushed the earth again and again.

The battle on the ground was equally intense, but Diana, who could not use the laws of time on a large scale, was quickly defeated in her fight against Annie.

The iceberg crushed the sword formation, and Annie, who did not press her advantage, quickly escaped to assist Luna.

Lilith looked helpless. Annie's meddling made her feel somewhat constrained, and in the end, she was forced to retreat by Annie under the combined attack of the two.

Pressing down the ice crystals wrapped around her arm, Lilith pushed away Annie, who was wrapping her up with her own body, and fixed her gaze on the location of Sylvie.

Although it was unclear what abilities she could activate, Sylvie's expression spoke volumes; she was still not ready for the appropriate ritual.

Luna took a step and broke through the air, her sharp sword blade gathering a fierce wind. Before the terrifying shockwave even got close, it had already burned Sylvie's beautiful hair.

She gritted her teeth, and the speed at which the illusory image in her hand solidified slowed down. Just as she was hesitating whether to give up directly, an unexpected person broke into the battlefield.

With a sharp, metallic clang, desire struck out a mournful cry from the soul. Luna, feeling a sudden, inexplicable palpitation, turned and retreated dozens of meters to create distance.

Standing in front was an angel with two pairs of rainbow wings, but his light was not very holy, and Thorne's typical gentle face was not suitable for adding divinity.

"Hold Luna off for me, just three minutes." Sylvie's face lit up with joy. Sure enough, when the hero is in a critical moment, he needs some backup hidden energy.

Perhaps because Thorne's threshold was infinitely raised, the two chosen heroes were able to control the power of lust within their bodies very well at this moment.

Thorne, still retaining his rationality, nodded silently, drew his sword, and stepped forward, fixing his gaze on Luna.

Since everyone was an acquaintance, Annie didn't need to pretend to fight with Lilith. At this moment, the onlookers had already handed over the center of the battlefield to the human hero and the young lady of the Northern Territory.

In an instant, the serrated, dark red insect-infested sword and the longsword gleaming with a strange metallic luster collided fiercely, creating a massive storm that seemed to reverse the vacuum.

Luna showed no mercy in her fight against Thorne, partly due to the ominous power within him, and partly because she genuinely wanted to tear him to pieces.

"You bring disaster wherever you go, and are you still so stubbornly unrepentant?"

"I really want to do good this time! We're also trying to break the curse on the elves!" Thorne almost dropped his grip on the sword hilt. Luna, who had been accelerated by the wind tunnel, appeared and disappeared in an instant. As soon as they clashed, he was at a disadvantage.

"You should kill the goddess; she is the greatest curse!"

The eroding wind split open, and countless tiny particles burst out, silently passing through the gaps and burning bloody holes in Thorne's body.

Thorne gritted his teeth, not daring to be careless in the slightest. The pale blue streak was extremely difficult to track, and every move Luna made forced him to fight with all his might.

call out!

Luna appeared, her blade sweeping out a fan-shaped plasma shockwave. Within the shockwave's radius of over a hundred meters, Thorne's body instantly burst into flames. He roared and desperately swung his magnetized longsword, his four wings unleashing their full power, exploding with an equally potent lustful erosion.

Lilith, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, suddenly changed her expression. She almost instantly flashed in front of Thorne. At the same time, a solar storm gathered at the tip of Luna's sword. The extremely powerful storm pierced out in a straight line, tearing away and dissolving the air like the breath of a star.

The relentless bombardment left behind fleeting streaks of light, further plunging the already compressed environment into a vacuum. The impact tore apart everything in sight, and the scorching heatwave resembled a phantom of hell.

As the microscopic world unfolded, even though Lilith had bought herself some time, she was still too late. By the time she lunged at Thorne, the world had already shattered, and half of her body vanished almost instantly. The wound on the ground writhed with a deathly aura like black smoke.

Before Sylvie could even react, her body was destroyed by the terrifying storm, turning into a wisp of blood mist that drifted into the distance.

When the battle ended, Luna, panting heavily, plunged her sword into the sandy ground to steady herself. Annie rushed to her side to protect her, warily observing the actions of those around her.

However, apart from Isolde, who has always remained neutral, Diana was suppressed by the iceberg, Thorne was still spontaneously combusting, Lilith was slowly repairing her body, and Sylvie had disappeared without a trace.

Their battle ended in a rather tragic manner. Annie helped Luna up, a bitter smile playing on her lips.

Come to think of it, their brave team really did a good deed... but fortunes change, and now it's the Charles family's turn to destroy all their efforts.

Luna first glanced at the apocalyptic battle in the sky, then fixed her gaze on the attack path that stretched for tens of kilometers, leaving only burn marks.

Where Sylvie had just been standing, a phantom-like "piece of paper" was quietly floating, and then it was firmly grasped by a hand that passed through the psionic space.

Princess Tina appeared and carefully sensed the power within. Although it was not yet fully formed, it was already sufficient to handle the problems ahead.

So she raised her hand and made the Celestial Realm rise into the sky, rapidly unfolding and facing Oswald.