After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

Late at night, Thorne opened his eyes and carefully sat up straight on the edge of the bed.

He couldn't sleep, and he couldn't possibly sleep. He wanted to say how absurd it all was!

But Maria genuinely harbored no murderous intent towards him. It's just... who could fall in love with a monster who wears a blood-stained dress and obsessively demands the utmost attention from others?

Her hands were icy cold, like a cold-blooded animal; her distorted perception controlled the minds of a large group of people, and she even forced him to admit that they were his future supporters.

The world has probably gone mad. Why does everyone believe that they can use love to dispel a curse?

What's the point of coming here and putting on an act with monsters every day?

The metallic smell of blood lingers in his nostrils—oh wait, that's Maria's medicinal soup for treating patients; everyone who drinks it will get better…

Thorne calmly went mad in his own mind, while outside the window, dark shadows flashed by.

here we go again……

Thorne scratched his groin to adjust the trajectory, completely ignoring the group of suicidal guys outside.

Why can't Mr. Medivh keep an eye on things outside? Why do some people always think they're better than the Great Wizard, or do they feel their unique talent has finally found a use?

News of the curse's outbreak eventually spread within high society circles.

Some say this is the end of humanity, and that a million people must be killed to appease the goddess's wrath.

Some believe that the curse was caused by the king's immoral conduct, and that the king was forced to abdicate.

The most outrageous were those so-called strongmen who felt their glorious day was about to arrive. Teams rushed to Redwood Village, intending to kill the Blood-Clad Saintess and achieve fame and fortune in one fell swoop.

Snap! Half a head floated past Thorne's window, and the stench of blood in the air intensified.

It seems this batch of goods isn't very good; even Maria doesn't seem interested in turning them into puppets.

Thorne sighed. After careful consideration, he concluded that there were only two candidates to deal with the Blood-Clad Saintess.

One is the old man Medivh, who eventually discovers that even heroes cannot change the curse; the other is Duke Oswald, who seems to know more than anyone else and is equally powerful.

Besides that, he also had to worry about Lilith and the others. Old Master Medivh had already told him that Princess Diana and Miss Nicole, who were already under house arrest, as well as Miss Annie and Lilith, would soon be taken to the capital for strict surveillance.

For at least a long time, he won't need to pursue their grand ambitions...

Outside the window, clusters of torches lit up. Thorne came to his senses and saw Maria floating in the air, waving her hand to open the window and coming to his side.

"Thorne, you should protect me. Aren't you the hero? How can a hero watch his beloved girl be in danger?"

You can kill an A-rank adventurer with a single blow, crushing me is child's play for you, and you still need protection? I'm the one who needs protection!

"I'm sorry, I'll definitely come to your side immediately next time."

Silently watching his bed splattered with foul-smelling blood, Thorne, uttering words against his will, inexplicably thought of a certain kind of play. No, what kind of love is this? Did we start off on the wrong foot?

He looked up and glanced at Maria's lovely face, slender figure, and white little feet. Suddenly, a certain part of him began to throb, then subsided amidst the flowing blood on her skirt.

Forget it, if you could really save the world by having sex, how absurd would this world seem to others? Could it be that the legendary hero's ultimate move is—the Holy Lance Baptism?

Maria watched his subtle movements and smiled slightly. "It's a promise, you have to protect me next time."

"Of course, for my beloved..."

Boom!!!

The magic power accumulated by the penetrating spell instantly annihilated the entire house. As the smoke cleared, Thorne sat on the bed, staring blankly at the empty house, exhaling the smoke from his mouth.

Maria in front of him unfolded a blood shield, but her face suddenly turned cold.

After Lisa signaled the start of the battle from the distant forest, she quickly changed direction to avoid being targeted by the Blood-Clad Saintess.

The earth began to shake. Maria ignored Thorne and turned to the street. In the blink of an eye, the iron cavalry broke through the wall of her followers, and the high-speed charging cavalry pierced into the village like a giant iron spear.

"These damn things..."

Two bone claws, taller than a person, appeared behind Maria. The veins on her neck bulged. Just as she charged toward the cavalry, an incredibly sharp slash suddenly appeared beside her.

A gale began to howl, and Maria swung her bone hand to intercept it, only to be surprised to find that her sturdy bone hand was cleaved in two. The afterimage in front of her, amplified by extreme speed, quickly changed direction, and another slash appeared above her head.

"Oswald!"

When the other bone hand was also cut open, Maria finally saw who it was. She roared and countless blood spikes burst from her blood-stained clothes as she chased after Oswald's phantom.

Oswald, however, did not flinch. Wind blades condensed around him and collided with the blood spikes.

He had originally planned to take care of the hero as well, but the figure in the shadows forced him to abandon his plan to consider the hero as an enemy.

Amidst the clash of wind and blood, Oswald crouched down, coldly gazing at the wind tunnel formed between him and Maria, his sword held horizontally.

In a flash, a flash of light streaked past. It must be said that Maria's reborn body was incredibly sturdy. Oswald slashed his sword into Maria's neck, but failed to cut it off.

The power of the Spirit Wind Sword was revealed; chunks of rotten flesh, torn apart by the wind, burst open Maria's body, and countless drops of blood sprayed onto Oswald's body.

"Heh heh, just accept my control!"

Maria revealed a sinister smile, and strands of blood suddenly turned into a blood mist and entered Oswald's body.

But her smile quickly faded, because Oswald was unaffected and instead drew his sword swiftly, thrusting it straight at her chin and ruthlessly severing her tongue.

Oswald accelerated with each step, forcing Maria back. The wind blades and blood spikes clashed between them once more, the flashing wind and dark blood creating a symphony of slaughter.

When Oswald drew his sword again, rolled to the ground, and spat out a mouthful of blood, Maria remained unhurried, wiping away her injuries with a wave of her hand.

Her tongue grew out like octopus tentacles, intertwined for a while, and then returned to its original state.

A series of cold laughs rang out in the wind.

"Your fate is sealed. Don't make any more ridiculous struggles, Oswald. Look at yourself now. Even the goddess's magic has abandoned you."

Before she could finish speaking, a dazzling fireball suddenly blazed up behind her. Her head snapped back to reality, and she looked at Paul's resolute face with a puzzled expression.

"Blazing Star, the Divine Word has fallen!"

……

Thorne stood quietly, watching the battle between the cavalry and their followers. He couldn't help but sigh, "Are these the Northern Territory Long-lance Cavalry that they spoke of, the ones who fought alongside the demon elites to kill me in my previous life?"

Their fighting power is just too formidable!

The cavalrymen stood close together, their lances held high, and a single charge could send waves of blood gushing through the crowd.

Thorne had witnessed the exceptional physical abilities of those followers who had been enhanced by Maria; he could simply pick any of them and assemble an elite force.

However, the followers did not hold out for long against the well-equipped, well-coordinated, and fiercely skilled Northern cavalry, and their formation crumbled one after another.

This was still under the advantageous condition that they could continue fighting despite their physical injuries!

Meanwhile, the battle between Duke Oswald and the Blood-Clad Saintess was also extremely fierce. Thorne wanted to say that he had finally found relief, but the next second, a dangerous gaze was fixed on him.

With a swift slash of the twin blades, heads flew high amidst the rushing blood.

Standing amidst the pool of blood formed by corpses, Elena vanished almost the instant she spotted Thorne.

Thorne was terrified and ran backward, but a beam of light suddenly emerged from the ground and wrapped around his ankle.

Thorne's heart skipped a beat as the light from the distant magic circle suddenly shone brightly.

Boom! A powerful bombardment spell swept through the night, the deafening roar echoing through the valley. Thorne saw the ball of light rushing towards him like a torrent. He gritted his teeth and could only raise his sword to defend himself, only to find that the ball of light was so large that it could swallow him whole!

The staff touched the ground, and at the crucial moment a rapid chanting rang out, and the ball of light vanished into thin air in the blink of an eye.

Medivh suddenly appeared beside Thorne, drawing his sword to block Eleanor's attack. Sparks flew as he took a step back in surprise.

"So you must be that maid."

Medivh raised his hand to look at the nick on the sword, and said in an approving tone, "Perhaps you should change your profession."

"You flatter me, sir."

Even Elene had to show respect to the Archmage. Since the Archmage wanted to protect Thorne, she shouldn't take any further action.

She sheathed her twin swords, waved her hand, and Jenny, who had been hiding in the shadows, stepped out.

"I will not interfere too much in your personal feud, but the hero is involved in many secrets. Now that I am here, I cannot allow the hero to die."

After Medivh finished speaking, he nodded slightly, and Eleanor and Jenny immediately returned the greeting respectfully.

Medivh was not surprised at all by Duke Oswald's sudden attack on the Bloodstained Saintess with his cavalry. Intelligence from the royal city had slowed down considerably, and the Duke had probably already made many arrangements in response to the plague.

Regardless of the circumstances, the Central District and the Northern Territory were now on the same front.

If the Duke is well-prepared to deal with the curse and can ensure that he is not controlled by it, then it would be the most appropriate outcome for the Duke to deal with the Blood-Clad Saintess in time.

Now is not the time to consider how much damage the Duke's plans will cause to the Central District. If the curse and plague are not resolved, not only the kingdom, but all of humanity will be at risk of annihilation.

Thinking of this, Medivh looked up at the healthy-looking cavalrymen and realized that the Northern Territory had probably developed an antidote to the plague.

"What an outstanding and formidable young man," Medivh thought to himself.

"Come with me, hero."

As the smoke cleared and he stepped across the scorching ground, in the instant the blood-clad saintess's body began to writhe and recover, Oswald flashed in and once again swung his sword at her neck.

The bone hand reappeared, blocking his attack with a clang.

"Your strength and speed are both weakening. What's going on, Duke?"

The six-pointed star shattered, and Paul, moving like a ghost, pierced Maria's heart with his sword.

Maria coughed up blood, half of her face recovered as the blood filled the area, and she turned to Paul with an innocent and lovely smile.

"Brother Paul, how could you possibly bear to hurt me?" A smirk spread across her face, her smile gradually turning manic. "Too bad, you can't hurt me anymore!"

Another bony hand appeared in mid-air and slapped down from above. Paul quickly dodged and reversed his sword move, causing countless rays of light to burst forth and stir up black mist on the bony hand.

Swallowing the blood from his throat, Oswald sliced ​​through the bone hand with his sword, stepped forward and thrust, unleashing countless wind blades.

Maria waved her blood-stained robe to block, but Oswald took a deep breath and leaped forward. At the same time, the Spirit Wind Sword in his hand suddenly squeezed out a sharp whistle, and the suppressed wind power was suddenly released the moment it was slashed.

The sound of lightning and thunder reached her ears, and Maria's expression finally changed, but the white light that seemed to erase everything had already obscured her vision.

The tiny body and blood-stained clothes disintegrated in the fierce wind. The white mist spun at high speed, creating another powerful airburst within it. Blood, mixed with the red mist, rippled outwards.

Oswald stepped back a few paces, barely managing to support his swaying body with his sword.

Sure enough, the invisible magical channel he had built had not dissipated, and the immortality magic was still being continuously absorbed into his body.

Just as he and the system had predicted, eliminating the Blood-Clad Saintess was an extremely difficult task.

On the distant battlefield, the flesh and blood of the followers seemed to be summoned, shooting towards the white mist. Upon seeing this, Paul immediately unleashed his light blade, attempting to annihilate all that flesh and blood.

Oswald raised his hand, stirring up a strong wind that dispersed the dark and ambiguous mist. In a bizarre flowerbed filled with blood-red petals and fleshy flesh, with bones serving as leaves, Maria's body, with a touch of girlish innocence and playfulness, slowly regenerated within the flowers.

She stood up, lifted her skirt, and danced barefoot.

It was only then that Oswald discovered that the immortal magic he was absorbing was beginning to contain some pure goddess magic.

Oswald felt a sharp, crushing pain in his lower back. He knew that if he didn't stop absorbing the Blood-Clad Saintess's magic now, the Philosopher's Stone inside his body would explode within minutes.

For Oswald, the goddess's magic was now the most fatal curse, a curse he could not lose.

The priestess's dance continuously enhanced Maria's goddess magic. During the process of her body's reconstruction, she noticed Oswald's subtle actions and immediately found a way to deal with them.

She twirled her blood-red skirt, her face full of mocking laughter.

"I will make you die a miserable death, Oswald. Today is the day the goddess judges you."