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"Sigh... Do we have to destroy all of Letania to complete the mission?"

Seeing the [Cruel Tyrant] buff still active on the panel, Shen Lin sighed softly.

We can't let those guys get away with this. How are they going to pay back all the losses they've caused over this long period of time?

What? Are their assets enough?

Their assets are ours if we win; that doesn't count!

The result of this battle was the capture of many electors and the severing of most of Letania's armed forces. All that is needed now is to send troops to reclaim their territories one by one.

The only one left now is the Witch King, who has always remained hidden.

Theresa walked to Shen Lin's side, her jewel-like eyes gazing at the distant tower.

"Further ahead lies the last region of Letania, the location of that Witch King."

"Shen Lin, how do we plan to fight?"

After looting the place, Shen Lin was in a great mood and gave Theresa a bright smile.

"how to spell?"

"Who cares about this or that?"

"We can just keep running over it."

Chapter 116 Reckless

The three army groups, like three torrents, marched mightily toward the capital of Letania.

The dust kicked up by the high-speed warships obscured half the sky.

The soldiers were in high spirits, singing Ursus military songs as if victory was within their grasp.

This is three army groups, which together can destroy 1.5 duchies. Taking over a large region in a short time would be a piece of cake.

"I've heard that's the richest city in Letania, with enough wealth to last us a lifetime!"

"What are those Sarkaz barbarians? If they dare to come, we'll crush them to pieces!"

"According to intelligence, the Sarkaz's main force is still cleaning up the mess, so we are definitely the fastest."

"After I make this money, I'm going back to my hometown to get married!"

Amidst the soldiers' hopeful fantasies, Ursus's high-speed warships arrived on the outskirts of Letania's capital.

Steel tracks rolled over the scorched earth, raising a cloud of ash.

Ilov Petrovich stood on the flagship's deck, gazing at the once-glorious city in the distance.

Now, it is shrouded in an eerie silence.

As a seasoned commander, he did not rush to issue orders, but instead dispatched an advance force to scout ahead.

After assembling, Ursus's vanguard flooded the streets of Trilintelme like a tidal wave, and as soon as they landed, they began knocking on doors from house to house.

"Open the door quickly!! The warmth has arrived!!"

"Open the door! I know you're hiding inside!!"

"Where is everyone? There's no one here."

"Ha! Those Leitanians are fast; they've already vanished in no time."

"I knew it! No wonder those Sarkaz were so silent when we attacked them! They're all cowards!"

"What a pity. If we had gone south sooner, most of Letania would have been ours."

They had already planned their route—the treasury, the noble district, the sorcerer's academy—each location marked on the officers' maps, waiting to be looted.

"Faster! Faster!"

A commander urged them on loudly.

While all the soldiers were engrossed in the pleasure of looting, no one noticed that black snowflakes had begun to fall.

At first, there were only a few scattered flakes, but they quickly turned into a massive black blizzard.

The recruits curiously reached out to catch the snowflakes, only to find that they didn't melt at all, but instead piled up on the ground like ashes.

"strangeness……"

"what is that?"

It was as black as ink, but it didn't melt when it landed in my palm. Instead, it writhed slightly like some kind of living thing.

The entire street suddenly began to twist.

At the same time, black fog rose from the city streets, buildings deformed as if being kneaded by an invisible hand, and the ground undulated like waves.

The soldiers were horrified to discover that their bodies were becoming transparent.

"Retreat! Retreat immediately!"

"A nation!! This is a nation!!"

A seasoned veteran, his eyes wide with disbelief, shouted at the top of his lungs.

But it was too late.

The space began to collapse.

One by one, Ursus soldiers disappeared, not from death, but from being completely erased from the world.

There was no resistance, no ambush, not even a single corpse.

The entire city seemed to have been completely wiped out by some force, leaving only broken buildings and... black snow.

Ursus's vanguard was completely wiped out.

By the time the message reached the command post, the battle report in Ilov's hand had been crumpled into a deformed shape.

His face was terribly gloomy, and the staff officers remained silent, not daring to utter a sound.

"completely annihilated?"

"Not even a single survivor was left?"

The adjutant swallowed hard.

"Yes...yes, General."

"The last images transmitted back showed that the entire vanguard was swallowed up by some kind of black substance... and then, there was no more sound."

Ilov was silent for a moment, then suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"very good."

"Since this city is so strange, there's no need to test it any further."

"Order the artillery to launch a saturation bombardment and level the place!"

The massive, steel-clad Ursus artillery array slowly adjusted its angle, its dark muzzles aimed at the distant city.

"Fire!"

The deafening roar of artillery tore through the sky as dozens of shells traced deadly arcs as they hurtled toward the eerie city.

However—this seemed to have triggered some taboo.

The previously silent tower suddenly burst forth with dazzling light!

An invisible barrier unfolded, and all the shells froze in mid-air, as if frozen by some force.

"Light...the tower is glowing!"

An artilleryman stared blankly at the tower that had suddenly burst into brilliant light in the distance.

The next moment, terrifying Originium Arts fluctuations swept across the entire battlefield.

The earth trembled, the air twisted, and countless chains of light burst forth from the tower, sweeping across Ursus's army like lashes of judgment.

The high-speed warships were easily torn apart, and the Empire's aircraft exploded into fireballs in the air. The soldiers didn't even have time to scream before they were vaporized by pure energy.

Ilov watched helplessly as his troops vanished in the light.

His high-speed warship hurriedly fled the battlefield, while he stared blankly at the tower, fear finally appearing in his eyes.

"It's the Witch King!! He's not dead!!"

……

The Sarkaz army continued its advance, crushing Letania's last line of defense and heading towards Letania's capital, where the Witch King now resided.

The villages and towns along the way had long heard of the formidable reputation of this iron torrent—the surprise attack on Syracuse, the defeat of Lateran, and the hanging of the Elector.

No one dared to resist, and no one even dared to look directly at their flag.

However, to the surprise of the Sarkaz warriors, these Letanians seemed to have... gone a little overboard with their preparations.

Logically, the residents here should have either already fled or closed their doors and windows, trembling as they await their fate.

But the situation before them was completely different—several simply dressed old men stood at the village entrance, with respectful smiles on their faces, and even held up a simple banner with a few scribbles written crookedly on it.

Although he was on an airship, Shen Lin still managed to make out the words on it.

Welcome, Sarkaz liberators!

"...?"

Before Shen Lin could react, a group of Letanians dressed in Sarkaz-style coarse cloth stood in formation, holding replicas of Sarkaz battle flags and shouting:

"Long live Sarkaz! Long live the Demon King!"

"Sir! We are law-abiding citizens! We have absolutely no intention of resisting!"

Even more outrageous, they somehow acquired several sets of crude Sarkaz armor, wore them, and tried to blend into the army.

The Sarkaz warriors behind them exchanged glances, some of them muttering under their breath:

"When did they learn Sarkaz...?"

"To be honest, they speak more standardly than I do."

Even more strangely, the village children also ran over, holding rough bread and fruit in their hands, shouting in their childish voices.

"Sir...sir...eat!"

Therese, who was leading the ground troops, finally couldn't hold back any longer and grabbed the leading citizen.

"What exactly are you guys doing?"

The citizen was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he stammered his answer.

"Reporting, sir!"

“We heard that… the Sarkaz hate Letanians who wear gold and silver, so… we all changed into coarse cloth clothes!”

"You see, we really don't have any aristocratic airs! We are all good citizens! Good citizens indeed!"

On the airship

"..."

Even though Shen Lin's expression had become quite strange, he and Theresa exchanged a glance, and finally just shook their heads slightly.

"Ignore them and keep moving forward."

He was in a hurry to remove that buff, otherwise he would be losing money every day!

After receiving the order, Theresis looked at the group of Leitanians who were trembling and desperately trying to prove that they were harmless, and suddenly found it a little funny.

He released his grip, patted the citizen on the shoulder, and gave him a bright smile:

"Great, keep it up."

"Yes, yes! Take care, sir! Please come again, sir..."

The Sarkaz army continued its advance, leaving behind a group of relieved Letanians, and...

A brand new legend—

"As long as you can speak Sarkaz and call us 'sir, we are law-abiding citizens,' you can live!"

……