After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The moonlight was desolate, and her beautiful figure was reflected in the sea of ​​blood-red flowers.

The massive amount of magic drawn from his body went berserk. The wind calmed down in the dance, and the sea of ​​flowers expanded to Oswald's feet in an instant. His body was snapped in half, and emerald magic surged and exploded through his spine.

Oswald groaned as blood and flesh splattered across his back as if pierced through, and a magic stone rolled out.

"Your Majesty the Duke!"

Paul watched as Oswald slowly collapsed into a pool of blood, his pupils shattering. He trampled through the bone leaves and once again swung his sword to kill Maria.

The light blade pierced the night sky, and as the blood-stained clothes unfolded, it was swallowed up by the concentric ripples of blood.

"Blazing Star..."

Paul raised his longsword, only to find Maria suddenly stop dancing and turn around to give him a cold look.

With a snap, Maria deliberately thrust her chest through the blade, cupping the overflowing blood in her hands, and quickly closed the distance between the two.

"Recognize your place, and grovel at my feet."

She exhaled softly, and the blood in her hand was blown into a mist that seeped into Paul's seven orifices.

Paul's sword-drawing motion froze, his pupils trembled, and the blood mist that entered his body suddenly mutated, with streaks of blood spreading across his skin and climbing up his neck in an instant.

Paul's forehead veins bulged abnormally. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he gritted his teeth and regained the clarity of his eyes, forcibly maintaining his firm will.

This time, his gaze toward Maria held no trace of love or hate.

At this moment, he no longer felt lonely, only regretful that he could no longer continue with his companions.

I've just become a walking corpse, Your Grace... please send me on my way later!

The light and heat re-converged on the sea of ​​blood. After discovering that Paul could still move freely, the Blood-Clad Saintess quickly manipulated the blood blade to pierce his body. Paul strode forward, the way he gripped the hilt of the sword tightly finally made her expression change.

"You're wrong, Maria! No one abandoned anyone, no one chose anyone! We didn't come before you to gain anyone's approval!"

The sudden surge of high temperature steamed the sea of ​​blood, the gale swept up the black mist, and the light shone for the last time in Paul's hand.

"Blazing!"

The roars echoed the intertwined time, all fantasies and desires vanished in the agonizing heat, and three thousand feet of crimson light plunged into the sea of ​​blood. This was both the fall of the divine word and the fall of the holy knight.

Every atom in the space underwent fission reactions, and amidst endless bursts of fireworks, Maria's body rapidly disintegrated.

The blood and skin on her face peeled off, Maria twisted her hand and raised it, and a sea of ​​blood-red flowers surged into her body. On her petite back, countless arms emerged as if they were new, and strange gestures froze in the flames.

Elene, who was cleaning up the final battlefield in the distance, suddenly changed her expression. Before she could even draw her twin swords, the countless corpses beneath her feet vanished before her eyes, and the ground was instantly clean as before.

The aura of death surged amidst the distant fireworks, and the wailing of puppet-like souls swirled in the black mist…

Blood flowed again, and flesh and bone blossomed into magnificent flowers. As the final gesture was made, the mutation finally eroded Paul's entire body, and the suppressed bloodstains broke through the dam of his will, covering his resolute face.

With a clang, Maria spat out the longsword from her chest, and the charred wound healed in the blink of an eye. Paul fell with empty eyes, the curse about to be imprinted on his soul.

But time seemed to vanish in that instant.

[Dragon, come!]

The blood-clad saintess's hand, which was reaching for Paul, froze in mid-air. She suddenly sensed that some incomprehensible being was descending upon this world!

A dragon's roar exploded in her ears, and Maria quickly retreated. She saw a faint light sink into Paul's body, but it soon went silent.

What exactly is this...?

The arms on her back danced in unison. Maria stared solemnly at Paul's corpse, preparing to cautiously unleash her magic, when the immortality magic in the air vanished completely.

The battlefield was shrouded in silence. Maria turned her neck and looked at a dark purple light not far away.

"Oswald..."

Magic crystals formed and floated in Oswald's hollow abdomen. The thick, purplish-black bones were reassembled, and the undead magic finally took complete control of the powerful man's body. They cheered and slowly lifted his body up.

Purple eyes lit up in the darkness. Oswald opened his palm, and the sea of ​​blood beneath his feet instantly collapsed. Countless bones turned into dust and reassembled in his hand into a jet-black staff.

"Phase Two is a good thing."

[Host, you should say that transformation is the romance of men.]

(Stop with the jokes, please try to repair my body with some healing potion. Right now, most of my internal organs are either gone or exposed to the air...)

The staff struck the ground, and a chain shrouded in a corrupting aura burst forth, quickly binding Paul's body and gently pulling him to Oswald's back.

Throughout the entire process, Maria remained motionless. Only when their eyes met again did she ask with a cold expression, "What exactly are you?"

She could understand why Oswald's body was filled with undying magic but his soul remained untainted, because the continuous goddess magic helped Oswald suppress the undying magic.

But after the goddess of magic abandoned him, even if Oswald could condense magic crystals, his soul could never maintain such a high level of purity.

In addition, Oswald was also immune to the curse's corruption during the previous encounter...

"Answer me, what exactly are you?!"

The staff lit up, and Oswald maintained a calm gaze. A faint breeze lingered in his stopped heart; he had now become an undead through and through.

Corresponding to the light from the staff were Maria's increasingly bizarre hand gestures. Suddenly, the earth cracked open, and sections of chains as thick as millstones rose from the ground, crashing heavily towards Maria's body.

At the same time, blood surged from the cracks in the ground, transforming into countless spears that pierced towards Oswald.

Neither of them moved an inch; the pause in their gestures shook the space, shattering the flying chains. Oswald looked up, and the surging tide of blood exploded before him.

When everyone arrived at the edge of the battlefield, the hellish scene shocked them all at once.

Corruption chains covered the earth, crashing head-on into a sea of ​​blood and bones. Blood blossoms bloomed in the air, unleashing sharp magical attacks.

Death converged and surged here. Both sides were clearly no longer beings that could be classified as human. They raised their heads at the same time and saw the Duke calmly waving his staff, creating a corrupt barrier to block the blood-red light from the sky.

He turned around, his voice hoarse like never before.

"Rescue Paul and tell him I need his help."

Eleanor and Jenny were stunned. Looking at Paul, who was covered in blood on the ground, and the magic stone next to him, they instantly understood the Duke's purpose.

Maria, on the other side, noticed the fresh flesh and realized she couldn't keep going like this with Oswald, so she quickly took a step back, and several pairs of arms behind her clasped their hands together.

Ancient and obscure prayers resounded, and blood appeared in the sky, outlining the prototype of a huge magic circle.

Oswald strode forward, his cold gaze causing a tremor in the space. Maria was caught off guard and was struck, blood spurting from her body as dozens of her arms were severed.

The dim light continued to shine, and Maria stopped praying, suddenly fixing her gaze on the raised ground.

Ripples spread across the sea of ​​blood under the night sky. When Maria looked up again, she found that the Corruption Chains, Oswald's main means of attack, had vanished without a trace.

"The Immortal Mountains and Rivers".

The hoarse voice was swallowed by the terrifying scraping sound. Even Maria didn't know what was happening. A look of panic flashed across her face, and all she could hear was the screeching, dense sound of something heavy and hard tearing apart.

Beneath the sea of ​​blood, a massive black shadow streaked past at breakneck speed.

Silence. Everything suddenly returned to stillness.

The dim light grew stronger and stronger. Maria didn't know what was going to happen, and her body's subconscious retreat made her increasingly angry.

God gave her strength! God recognized her determination!

She was God's most devout worshipper from beginning to end, and she consistently followed the path God had shown her!

She had already reached the other side of success before time could be reversed; it was the fraudsters and betrayers who destroyed it all.

Then there's Oswald, this strange being, a being whose secrets even the goddess couldn't reveal!

A pair of hands clasped tightly together, blood mingling and mixing in their palms. Under the bleak moonlight, Maria knelt on the ground, her smile growing increasingly manic.

The clouds parted to both sides, and the crescent moon stretched into a full circle in the horrified gazes of the crowd. The moon and stars were like eyes, and across the sky, an invisible glass window was pushed open.

That pale eye trembled as it gazed upon a tiny being on the ground.

"Judgment in the name of God!"

Moonlight cascaded down like a waterfall as Janet, under the heavy protection of the soldiers, carefully used Eleanor's bone knife to cut into Paul's spine.

Paul's physical deformity was beyond their imagination. Fortunately, the bone knife was sharp enough that after cutting open the bones and inserting the magic stone, she quickly used healing magic to repair the wound.

The bloodstains on Paul's body gradually faded, and his breathing became regular again.

Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Jenny looked up and saw Elena and the others standing there, stunned.

As they looked, they saw the moonlight precisely casting a white glow across the land, covering the entire battlefield.

What immense power this was! The sea of ​​blood and the blood flowers vanished before everyone's eyes, along with the Duke's figure, all obscured by the white light.

At this moment, everyone held their breath, and the miracle brought about by the endless magic of the goddess was right before their eyes!

The wounds from the battle healed quickly, and even Paul, lying on the ground, regained his color in his face.

God finally brought down her judgment.