Save the simulator and make Sarkaz great again!

The military police rudely interrupted him.

"You wouldn't want your property and life to be confiscated by those Sarkaz, would you?"

The tourist lowered his head, his fingers gently plucking the strings, producing a piercing, tooth-grinding note.

Is this... really okay?

"Your Excellency Albert, we have news! We have news from Victoria!"

"Their army has applied to enter Letania. We only need to hold out for two more days, and they will be able to reinforce Vaser territory!"

"Good! Good! Good!"

Upon hearing the diplomatic envoy's report, even Albert was greatly encouraged and exclaimed "Good!" three times in a row.

Back when the Gallo-Corsican army invaded the territory of Vasser, it didn't happen this quickly!

Reinforcements can arrive in just two days. Do you think those demons can cause any trouble?

Albert stood atop the tower, his hands behind his back, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's.

One of the subordinates spoke cautiously.

“Your Excellency Albert… I’ve heard that the Sarkaz have a very troublesome flying machine that can carry high-yield bombs.”

"How should we respond if they bomb from high altitude?"

Albert chuckled softly, his tone brimming with undisguised confidence.

Did you think I would be unprepared?

"Do you see those formations engraved on the tower? They are not only the core of our sonic magic, but also our best defense."

“I designed these concealment formations myself. As long as the Sarkaz aircraft don’t get close to the tower, they won’t be able to pinpoint our exact location from the air. In other words, if they can’t even find their target, how can they bomb it?”

"But if they get close to the tower, our spells can destroy them instantly before they can react!"

The subordinate suddenly realized what was happening and showed admiration on his face.

"Your Excellency is truly insightful! With you here, the Sarkaz are nothing to fear!"

They were just waiting for those Sarkaz to barge in like reckless fools, only to get themselves bloodied and battered.

……

Above the sky, a deafening roar shattered the silence like thunder. Countless aircraft streaked across the sky, their silver-gray fuselages gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

They streaked across the sky at astonishing speed, their tails drawing out white trails that cut the azure sky into fragments like sharp swords.

A massive blast of air swept down, instantly flattening the wheat field. The golden ears of wheat undulated like waves before collapsing to the ground, as if surrendering to this irresistible force.

In the field, a farmer straightened up, his hoe hanging limply in his hand. His face was weathered, but his eyes were frozen in that moment.

He looked up at the sky, his pupils reflecting the roaring steel "feathered beasts" as they swept past, his eardrums tingling from the deafening noise.

His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

The scene before him was beyond his understanding of his many years of farming life, as if it came from another world.

Before he could react, the earth began to tremble. On the distant horizon, rows of tanks slowly appeared like behemoths. Their tracks rolled over the ground with a dull thud, each step seeming to tear the earth apart.

The steel hull reflected the blinding sunlight, and the cannons stood tall like the scythe of death, surging in like a torrent, boundless and seemingly about to devour the entire world.

The wheat field was reduced to dust by the tank tracks, the golden ears of wheat mingling with the soil, indistinguishable from one another. The farmer stood still, the earth beneath his feet trembling with each advance of the tank.

His eyes were filled with shock and bewilderment, as if at this moment he saw the ultimate power of humanity and his own insignificant existence.

The torrent of steel continued forward, fighter jets still roared in the sky, and the whole world seemed to be nothing but endless roaring and trembling.

Inside the system space, the sleeping little ball of light was suddenly awakened by a notification sound.

[Ding! It has been detected that the favorability of the main target, Theresa, has increased by 5.]

[Main target Theresa's affection level: 90/100. Current relationship: Admiration.]

[90?!]

The small ball of light flickered, bobbing up and down, its voice filled with shock.

[Host, what on earth did you do?! While I was sleeping, you raised my favorability rating to Admiration?!]

[Wait, host, where are you?]

After the small ball of light wandered around the system space for a while, it slowly looked at Shen Lin's cursor on the entire Terra map.

【Huh? We've already arrived in Letania from Laterano...】

[The legendary land of poetry and song, ah. Although the host has been here before, the experience wasn't very good...]

Hmm... let me look for it first...

However, there don't seem to be any other romanceable targets here at this time... If they're too small, it'll be a crime.

[Speaking of which, the host's movement speed is quite fast now. Are you perhaps traveling on some kind of sightseeing vehicle?]

The small ball of light swayed gently in the air twice, as if it remembered that this service was not currently available in Letania.

Never mind, that's not important!

[However, since the host already has a target for romance, let's focus on that one for now!]

It's said that some of Letania's towers are open to the public, while others, though not open to the public, are still great spots for taking photos!

[It seems the host's journey is nearing its end in Brussels. There are so many fun things to do in that city!]

[I'll just generate a travel itinerary for you, marking all the towers. Just follow this route and you can visit every single one, creating a truly romantic atmosphere!]

We must win this one!!

Chapter 106 Targeting the Enemy Line, Tearing a Gap

The moonlight, like a soft veil, drifted down from the sky, illuminating the soldiers' languid figures. They leaned against the city wall in twos and threes, grass roots dangling from their mouths, their eyes filled with disdain and ease.

After Albert delivered several speeches, the soldiers, who were initially filled with panic, gradually calmed down.

"I heard that the Sarkaz are almost here?"

A young soldier yawned and casually patted his comrade next to him.

"Yeah, but so what?"

"Our reinforcements will arrive in another day. The combined forces of Victoria and Letania—do those demon bastards dare to touch them? They're probably already scared out of their wits and ready to run back to Kazdel with their tails between their legs!"

"At most, he'll say a few harsh words before he leaves."

"Haha, you're right!"

The surrounding soldiers burst into laughter, as if victory was already within their grasp.

After all, who would care about a group of enemies who are about to be crushed by the coalition forces?

In the past, allied forces were at most a few dukes and electors who intervened in a war with their private armies, but the scale of this allied force is unprecedented.

The war has only just begun, yet its scale is already comparable to the last Four Emperors' War!

That was a war that deserves to be remembered in history!

Even the once arrogant Corsica was eventually subdued.

These Sarkaz had absolutely no idea they were about to face a complete Victoria and a complete Letania!

However, just as they were chatting and laughing, a few faint roars could be heard from the city not far away.

"What's the noise?"

A patrolling military policeman frowned and looked back at the brightly lit city.

"There's no noise at all. Stop making such a fuss. It can't be that the demons have broken in, can it?"

Another soldier waved his hand dismissively.

"Even if those demons are powerful..."

"Can they grow wings and fly right in?"

Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the tranquility of the night.

"what--!!"

The sound seemed to come from the depths of hell, carrying endless pain and despair. Immediately afterward, countless dark figures suddenly surged out of the city, rushing towards their defenses like a tidal wave.

"what is that?!"

The soldiers stared wide-eyed in horror as the dark figures drew closer.

As they drew closer, they finally saw the true faces of those shadowy figures—a group of people covered in blood and with ferocious expressions.

Their eyes were empty and lifeless, and blood dripped from the corners of their mouths. These people, who were once private soldiers and even nobles, had now become mindless monsters.

"Isn't that...that's Earl Hilton?"

A soldier recognized a monster approaching them by its clothing, and his eyes widened in terror.

The count, like the monsters around him, was covered in blood, and half of his face was covered with wriggling tentacles.

Seemingly following instructions, they charged towards the defensive line formed by the soldiers without hesitation!

"Ugh—Help!"

"Ah!! Your Excellency, don't bite me! Not there!!"

The scene was chaotic.

……

"My lord, something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened!!"

A nobleman rushed into Albert's room.

"Those Sarkaz have used some unknown means to turn our soldiers and nobles into monsters, and they are wreaking havoc throughout the city!"

Albert, who was reading the report, was immediately shocked and stopped what he was doing.

Unlike those ignorant nobles, he knew more or less about the Sarkaz royal court.

A term immediately popped into his mind—Blood Demon's Kin!

He knew perfectly well that these guys were just bait, and that killing them using conventional methods might lead him into their trap.

Because these guys can instantly descend to a designated area through blood.

If a great lord were to appear in the inner city, the damage he would cause would be immeasurable!

"Activate the tower immediately! We must obliterate those demons' remains as quickly as possible!!"

With Albert's command, the towers of Bruces were instantly activated.

The runes on the surface of several towers began to shimmer with dazzling light, as if countless stars were lighting up the night sky.

A strange energy fluctuation permeated the air, as if the entire city was shrouded in an invisible barrier.

"Activate the music spell!"

Albert's voice was amplified throughout the city via the tower's loudspeakers.

On the street, the soldiers, who had been prepared, quickly sprang into action. Holding various musical instruments, they stood in concentric circles around the tower, their expressions solemn.

"Everyone, prepare to play!"

A commander shouted, and the soldiers simultaneously began to play their instruments.

The melodious tune instantly echoed in the night sky, as if countless notes had transformed into tangible energy, spreading in all directions.

The runes on the tower flashed more intensely in sync with the rhythm of the music, as if the entire city was enveloped by an invisible sound barrier.

Those relatives who had been frantically rushing towards the city suddenly slowed down the moment they came into contact with the sound waves.

"Great! It works!"

"Pull harder! Let's keep pulling!"

A soldier shouted excitedly.

The creatures' movements became stiff, as if bound by some force. Their roars grew low, and the red light in their eyes gradually dimmed.

Albert stood atop the tower, coldly observing everything. With a flick of his finger, the runes on the tower flashed once more, and the intensity of the sound waves surged dramatically.