After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

Sophia launched the first attack. After analyzing the slime's characteristics, she waved her staff, and the magic circle she created spewed out bullet-like acidic liquid, sweeping towards the slime.

The dense green acid liquid connected into lines, instantly dissolving the slime's body. Its skin rapidly dried up, and wisps of black mist gushed out.

Breaking through the fog, Dane roared, his axe blade severing the tentacles with tremendous force. He then leaped into the air, raising his giant axe to deliver a devastating blow to the slime that was about to regenerate.

The highly elastic slime had no time to bounce back. Countless blood clots exploded, and John's holy spear, composed of countless golden rays, swept across the sky, precisely locking onto the blood clots in the air and disintegrating and annihilating them one by one.

Having regained its enormous size, the slime wriggled to heal its wounds, and its tentacles, as thick as tree trunks, lashed out at the group.

Medivh and Dane immediately moved to meet them in the front, constantly increasing their speed. The swords and axes in their hands flashed with a cold light as they quickly engaged the tentacles in combat, preventing the rear from being disturbed.

As the light and shadow danced, Charles the archer, as one of the elite members of the royal guard, naturally refused to be outdone.

With a loud shout, he stomped his leg, cracking the ground beneath his feet. His long brown hair fluttered in the wind, and the veins on his arms bulged. The bowstring was drawn like a full moon, and arrows shot out one after another, creating dazzling trails in the air.

Then came the much-anticipated battle between archers and the undead.

If the bone dragon still has bones to attack, then arrows that primarily deal piercing damage are practically ineffective against the elastic and undead-like body of the slime.

Not to mention that this is no ordinary slime. It is so large that it can even use arrows as small sticks to pierce its body. In no time, it completely absorbs the impact and dissolves rapidly inside the body.

With a loud bang, Dane, still lacking the ability to sustain combat, was severely lashed by the tentacles and sent flying dozens of meters away.

Green magic lit up, and under John's healing, Dane quickly regained his fighting strength. He looked at Medivh again, and the old man's sword moves were frequent, combined with the light blades constantly shooting out from his staff. He actually managed to stop the slime from advancing by himself.

Sophia ran around to the slime's side, activated her magic circle again, and spewed out acid, quickly splashing it onto the slime's body, dissolving it into a large amount of black mist.

Several tentacles attacked, but Dane leaped in front of Sophia and smashed the tentacles with an axe. The tentacles broke off one after another, spewing out a large amount of foul-smelling flesh and blood.

The archers had limited effectiveness. John glanced back at Oswald in the distance, and seeing that he wasn't making any moves, he simply sighed and stepped forward to unleash the Goddess's magic.

A dazzling golden light shone forth, and a holy spear several meters long shot out from mid-air, relentlessly blasting at the massive, mountain-like slime. The light spear, carrying the power of the goddess's magic, instantly disintegrated its flesh and blood, tearing apart its skin layer by layer, with billowing smoke billowing out.

After a fierce battle, the situation finally reached a stalemate. As the team members gradually found their rhythm, the slime's enormous body began to shrink rapidly.

It has not yet made any progress, and the outcome will depend on which side can continue to hold on.

Oswald sat on the fallen tree trunk, took out his pipe and watched the show silently, but his attention was soon drawn to the dazzling magical light inside the city walls.

What reached my ears was the intense fighting sounds of soldiers.

boom! boom! boom!

Another discordant, heavy sound rang out.

The mages gathered on the city wall were extremely busy. With expressions of fear, they took to the air one after another, continuously unleashing dazzling spells towards the city gate.

The city gate was bleeding... Oswald's hand holding the pipe paused, and as it shook, a broken bone protruded, followed by the heavy collapse of the city gate.

As the dust settled, a writhing, crawling mass of human flesh burst out of the royal city, running at incredible speed toward the slime.

The road looked as if it had been painted with a thick red ink, and on that blood-red ink were all sorts of bouncing and rolling human limbs.

They followed the human-body mixture, ignoring the frantic attempts of soldiers and mages to stop them, and embraced the slime.

With a thud, a lump of lively entrails slammed into Sofia's face. She turned around in alarm and found herself surrounded by a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood rushing towards her.

"Spatial confinement, unfold!"

The staff was plunged into the earth, and a ripple suddenly stretched the space. As the ripples moved, everything in front of us seemed to slow down. Finally, with the vibration of light, all the limbs and pieces of flesh were sealed in the imprisoned space.

Sophia gasped for breath, feeling nauseous from the dizziness caused by the rapid casting of the spell.

However, Dane was behind her, shielding her from the onslaught of tentacles, while John on the other side was less fortunate.

His old bones were almost shattered by the mixture of human bodies. If the archer Charles hadn't pulled him away and quickly moved him to a distance, the archbishop would probably have been swallowed up by the corpses.

The mages arrived in time to provide support. They blocked the city gates, and rows of magical lights shone, the surging spells cutting off the endless flow of corpses.

Black snow fell, and the city was now in chaos. People were horrified to discover that the corpses of the seriously ill patients who had been executed were struggling to break free from the walls and starting to move again.

Moreover, the symptoms of the infected were deteriorating rapidly. Every now and then, infected people would vomit blood on the street, then their bodies would twist and swell, and they would run wildly toward the city gate as if they had lost consciousness.

The soldiers maintaining order were overwhelmed and fell into pools of blood, but soon rose again, their bodies rapidly mutating, joining the bizarre revelry.

(I feel like I'm watching World War Z. Boss, are you sure this is a plague and not some kind of biohazard?)

[Immortality magic, isn't that amazing?]

Oswald silently took a drag of his cigarette. If his people became like that, his resolve would crumble...

On the city wall, Maria, Thorne, and the other two avoided the battle zone and reached the highest point.

Dressed in a pure white saintly robe, Maria's skirt swayed in the wind as she held the Star of Prayer, radiating a gentle golden light.

Inside and outside the city walls, it was like a painting of hell, yet she stood in the light, like the savior of this suffering land.

Nicole and Thorne were both stunned. They had discussed whether to use the Wishing Star at this moment, but Maria's holy face made them absolutely certain that this was the perfect time.

There is no more remarkable achievement than turning the tide and saving a collapsing edifice.

The mutations caused by this plague have led to the fall of the royal city; even a small team of powerful individuals outside the city is unable to quickly deal with the resulting calamity.

However, as long as Maria eliminates the plague at this crucial moment, all problems will be solved.

The dazzling light attracted the attention of many people inside and outside the city. Even Frank, who was standing in front of the palace, noticed the presence of the saintess and was momentarily surprised.

Maria took in the expectant gazes of the survivors and the faint smile on John's face as he looked up.

She missed the cold look in Oswald's eyes as he put away his pipe.

Holy light shone upon the earth, and she clutched the star of prayer to her chest, calling upon the goddess in her heart to hear her wishes.

Light illuminates the world; boundless magic pierces through the dark clouds, and hope arrives at this moment.

Oswald raised his eyes and sneered. Was it salvation or destruction...?

Before everyone's eyes, the light vanished with a deafening roar, plunging the world into darkness. Hope shattered, the wind still howled mournfully in the air. Releasing her filthy hand, Maria found her palm empty.

[Host, it's gone! The disappearance of the item only proves that this world has lost the goddess's power!]

Is that so? So there were no more prayers, and no more divine interference...

Oswald exhaled a puff of smoke, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably. In that instant, he thought of many things: from the bone club in the hands of primitive men that transformed into a spaceship before even hitting the ground, from the slaughter and sacrifice in the wilderness to the prohibition of supernatural beings after the founding of the nation.

From "I think, therefore I am" to "matter determines consciousness," from the CG scenes in adult films to seeing the world, oneself, and all living beings in reality.

God merely created races; this world still unfolds within the natural order of the universe. Nothing can dominate everything, and no being can transcend everything.

His mind was in turmoil, uncontrollably recalling all sorts of strange and bizarre things. Beneath his tyrannical smile, Elena slowly drew out her twin bone-toothed swords.

"The prayer failed?"

The four people on the city wall were bewildered. What had just happened? The goddess's magic had clearly appeared, so why did it suddenly disappear?

The wind howled, and they felt so confused that they didn't hear Archbishop John's urgent cries from afar.

John was the first to notice Oswald's strange behavior. He immediately activated the Goddess Magic, bursting forth from the ground with a beam of light and forcefully pulling down Oswald's levitating legs.

Elene completed her leap and accelerated, then exchanged a glance with Oswald before turning to stand in front of him.

John tried to stop her, but it was too late. Stepping on the Duke's supporting hand, Eleanor rose into the sky like a firework, her beautiful red hair appearing.

She leaped over the city wall almost instantly. In Maria's panicked gaze, along with Elene's cold and stern face, two flashes of cold light crossed paths.

She rolled over and landed lightly on the wall, wiping the blood off her blade.

The world seemed to fall silent at that moment. Thorne and Nicole's faces turned deathly pale, and their pupils trembled wildly.

With a thud, Maria's head slowly separated from her body, and she staggered and fell off the city wall, followed by two heavy thuds.

"Miss!"

Nicole felt a chill run down her spine. Then she heard a scream beside her. Wolf, who had stepped in front of her, suffered a ruptured chest cavity. The terrifying wind pressure knocked her to the ground, and blood gushed out all over her.

Thorne, reacting the fastest, drew his sword and narrowly avoided Elene's sudden attack. Nicole snapped out of her daze, quickly stood up, drew the spear from Wolf's back, gritted her teeth, and roared as she charged at Elene.

On the ground, Oswald, who had arrived a step too late at the city wall, was already caught in the endless magical bombardment of Archbishop John.

Maria's body fell to the ground, accompanied by John's painful cries. Oswald took the opportunity to break free from his entanglement, shattering dozens of light chains with a single sword strike, and vanished from the spot in the blink of an eye.

"Protect the hero!"

Realizing the sudden situation, Sophia immediately released the spatial confinement and activated flight magic on the spot. Slashes from space grazed past Oswald one after another, breaking the airflow and forcing Oswald to land again.

She looked anxious, calling out to the mages as she rapidly approached Oswald, her staff flashing brightly in her hand.

"The Guild Master's secret order: all mages in the Mage Guild must protect the hero at all costs! Repeat, protect the hero at all costs!"