After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

On a distant hillside, Medivh, who was leading Thorne to observe the battlefield situation, gripped his staff tightly.

Why would God answer the prayer of a cursed being? What other secrets does the Duke of Oswald hold?

He found himself unable to understand the situation, or rather, he could no longer distinguish between justice and evil.

"Who will win between the two sides?"

Thorne also looked worried. If Maria won, people would continue to suffer; if the Duke of Oswald won, his good days would be over...

The world is changing so fast that he doesn't even know how to explain what's happening before his eyes.

Maria became a monster, and the Duke became a monster too. Which side was the divine miracle that descended from the sky meant to punish?

The soldiers stood closer, and they knew, of course, that God was responding to the prayers of the Blood-Clad Saintess; therefore, every one of them wore a look of worry and confusion.

Elena's clenched fists trembled uncontrollably. Such vibrant goddess magic—Duke, could His Majesty's immortal body withstand it?!

"It's here!"

A sharp-eyed soldier exclaimed in surprise. Everyone came to their senses and found that the white light that had enveloped the entire battlefield was dissipating, and the eerie figure of the Blood-Clad Saintess was emerging. She was still kneeling on the ground and slowly opened her eyes after completing her prayer.

Maria's shrill laughter, as she loosened and closed her hands, sent shivers down the spines of the soldiers. The Duke was nowhere to be seen on the battlefield.

"My lady!" Elena's eyes reddened, and she was about to rush over immediately, but Jenny hugged her tightly.

"Don't go, Elena! Do you want to become her puppet? Trust the Duke; he won't be defeated so easily!"

……

His vision was filled with pure white, the staff in his hand disappeared, and Oswald walked on an endless road, receiving no response to the system's calls.

He realized that he was in a space where he could not perceive the outside world; there was no air circulation and no sound transmission.

The overwhelming goddess magic relentlessly attacked his body, and every pore on his skin groaned incessantly.

He stopped in his tracks, and a large blue-green door appeared before him, with white clouds seemingly drifting lazily above it.

He recognized the map; it was the outline of his hometown.

Memories buried deep in his soul flooded his mind, and his past life seemed no longer distant. So he reached out and gently placed his hand on the door.

But the next moment, Oswald, who had noticed the special presence behind him, suddenly revealed a tyrannical smile.

He turned around, and the door behind him vanished in an instant.

The phantoms that permeated the white light gathered in mid-air and formed a huge, withered finger.

The finger reached out towards Oswald, seemingly slowly, but suddenly appeared in front of Oswald.

The next second, the natural wind that had been wrapped around his cold heart flowed into his palm and quickly condensed into a wind blade.

Oswald stepped forward, slashing with wind blades, cutting his fingers into several pieces before they vanished again into the white light.

He stopped walking, slowly raised his hand, and the last wisp of breeze dissipated with it.

The wind has left.

[Host!]

Oswald looked up abruptly and saw another finger pressed against his forehead.

Buzz!

An alarm sounded from his very soul. As Oswald was momentarily stunned, a profound force surged through his fingers, sending him flying.

The endless white light shattered, and a stinging pain shot through his eyes. Oswald's eyeballs were instantly melted into blood, and he was plunged into endless darkness.

[Host!]

Oswald slumped back into reality, the stench of blood filling his nostrils, the surrounding sounds echoing in his ears.

But he could see nothing anymore. Blood slid down from his empty eye sockets. After reconnecting to the system, Oswald raised his hand and released the magic of immortality almost without hesitation.

[Caution, directly in front of you]

The Blood-Clad Saintess was only momentarily surprised by Oswald's reappearance before she once again swung her arms behind her back and charged towards him.

One step, two steps...

Ripples spread across the sea of ​​blood beneath her feet—a deadly move Oswald had prepared for her long ago.

The Mountain and River Python, or the Undying Python, has been influencing Oswald ever since he devoured the Undying Python's magic crystal in that battle. Even his bones are changing in the direction of the Undying Python.

Therefore, after learning the system of immortal magic, Oswald focused all his attention on how to recreate the power of the Undying Serpent.

The Blood-Clad Saintess's gesture froze. The blood spikes collided with the magic unleashed by Oswald, causing the sea of ​​blood to surge. She paused, finally noticing the unusual nature of the ripples.

A dark shadow swept by, and the aura of death filled the air.

Boom!

The giant python formed by the corrupted chains burst out of the sea of ​​blood. Maria's body almost exploded the moment it was bitten. The python leaped from the sea into the air, carrying Maria hundreds of meters into the sky.

This scene shocked everyone present. They were relieved at the Duke's return, but the next second they saw the Duke summon the Undying Serpent. Before they could even rejoice, Oswald was severely affected by the goddess's magic and collapsed to the ground in a deep coma.

The mighty Undying Serpent reappeared on this land, making even the towering mountains seem dwarfed before it.

It hovered in mid-air like a high-speed, dislodged train, with countless chains in its mouth firmly pinning Maria's body.

Under the fierce biting, Maria was transformed into a blood mass countless times, but she could not break free at all. The arm on her back kept casting spells, causing the giant python to shake even more violently, and there were faint signs of it disintegrating.

"Oswald! Oswald!"

Maria's repeated resurrection caused her to scream madly in mid-air. Blood crawled up the giant python's body, staining its decaying surface crimson. The battle between the two sides had reached its most intense moment!

Countless streams of blood flowed into Maria's blood-stained clothes. She roared and slammed her hand down, causing the blood-stained clothes to completely engulf and envelop her. Finger-shaped, blood-red thorns grew rapidly and began to tear at the giant python from the opposite direction.

Seeing that she was about to break free of her restraints, the giant python increased its height again, then turned around and crashed heavily into the dried sea of ​​blood on the ground.

Boom!

The earth trembled uncontrollably, dust billowed dozens of meters high, and the battle continued. The giant python wrapped itself tightly around the blood-clad saintess, constantly rolling and unleashing its deathly entanglement.

Black and red intertwined, thorns and chains clashed on its massive body, which stretched for thousands of meters. Black mist and dust billowed, and immortality and goddess magic eroded each other. Everything that existed on both sides collapsed continuously in the brutal battle.

"Not enough..."

Jenny looked at Elene, who had already embraced the Duke and quickly left the battlefield, and the goddess magic in her hand burst forth with dazzling golden light.

The balance of the battle had not yet shifted. The Duke had indeed delivered a powerful blow, but to completely kill the Blood-Clad Saintess, who was composed of goddess magic and immortality magic, the giant python's efforts to deplete the goddess magic on the Saintess were not enough.

She nodded firmly to Elene. On the battlefield, the only one capable of depleting the Blood-Clad Saintess's immortality magic was...

"Let me go."

A hand gently patted Jenny's shoulder. Paul, who had somehow regained his senses, did not wait for their response and simply walked quietly into the battlefield.

The spirit's voice carried a wisp of chaotic electricity, sounding utterly devoid of emotion.

[A dragon slayer asked me to tell you this: use the Turbid Star to enhance your dash ability, suppress the Blazing Star's energy onto the blade, and find that feeling of repeatedly crushing the core, continuously unleashing your strongest power.]

Don't try to unleash your full power; integrate your ultimate skill into every move and technique.

(Yes, I understand.)

After explaining everything that needed to be explained, the dragon secretly sighed.

The senior once said it was a nobody, but now almost half of the systems in the system world are paying attention to the direction of this world.

Sigh, I shouldn't have agreed to join. Even though there was a temporary binding card, and the senior said the system was a lifetime employment system, the whole "gambling with a goddess" thing...

Is it because I'm not used to the system's identity yet? I always feel like these systems and hosts are crazy!

Back in reality, Paul stepped over the six-pointed star and instantly appeared inside the giant python's body.

He drew his sword, and intermittent red light shone on the blade. As he moved forward, the blade flickered more and more frequently, eventually releasing a surge of energy.

After dying once, he found his understanding of the world and himself becoming more and more profound, and the power within him seemed to be breaking through some kind of constraint.

Moreover, due to the physical mutation caused by the curse, he was fortunate in that he was freed from the toxins inside his body.

However, his physical condition is still not optimistic. Two magical forces are attacking and encroaching on his body, preventing him from exerting his full power.

The giant python made way for him, and guided by the heavy chains, Paul once again came before the Blood-Clad Saintess.

Maria's face was not even preserved; only the outline supporting her blood-stained clothes remained.

The thorns growing from the blood-stained clothes and the chains in the giant python's mouth were intertwined, shaking and struggling violently.

Paul raised his sword, and perhaps it was just his imagination, but he seemed to meet Maria's gaze once again.

"You've probably never loved anyone, Maria. God doesn't love people, so you can rightfully not love anyone either."

A blur flashed by, the red light on the blade carrying terrifying heat and energy, severing half of the Blood-Clad Saintess's head.

Blood vessels tangled within her skull, repairing the wounds. The collapse of the immortality magic caused the blood-soaked clothing on Maria's face to peel away like shattered shells. This time, her gaze towards Paul was filled only with profound fear.

"I can only respond to our past with my sword, Maria. If I hadn't lent you a helping hand back then, perhaps I wouldn't be drawing my sword today!"

"No! No! No!"

As the sword swung down once more, the crimson thorns suddenly erupted. Maria, disregarding everything else, used her last strength to unleash the thorns with barbed fingers, causing them to grow wildly and lunge at Paul, trying to devour his flesh and blood.

However, as the red light on the blade flashed one after another, the thorn bushes parted, and in Maria's horrified eyes, the first thing to give way was her back and arms.

The giant python's mouth slammed shut, Maria's body exploded again, her head flying high before being obliterated by an incredibly sharp slash in the blink of an eye.