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Just as Lamaren was about to leave, Shen Lin called her back.

Under her curious gaze, Shen Lin handed her a letter from his pocket.

"If the worst happens, open this letter."

"Ramaren, Niezley will cooperate with you then."

Sensing the seriousness in the man's attitude, Lamaren nodded solemnly.

After receiving her response, Shen Lin smiled and didn't linger.

Ramallen's eyes were filled with complex emotions as she watched the man's departing figure.

She never expected that in just under a year, the Demon Queen's Court would be embroiled in another conflict.

The banshee's decision to recuperate in the valley was not her own, but rather the will of most of the banshees in the royal court.

What surprised Ramana was that, unusually, a division arose within the court, which was not usually interested in war, with voices advocating for war becoming exceptionally strong.

Almost all of these pro-war banshees had previously worked for the Sarkaz Democratic Union and in the construction of Kazdel.

They told Lamaren that in the short few months they had been involved in social practice, their feelings were unprecedented.

They were once amazed by the poverty of Kazdel, but now, thanks to their collective efforts, the lives of all Sarkaz are getting better and better, and they are genuinely proud of it.

Therefore, they are willing to continue contributing their efforts during Kazdel's time of crisis.

Furthermore, Shen Lin originally belonged to the female demon clan, and now the female demon royal court's behavior is increasingly leaning towards his will.

Thinking of this, Lamarle sighed softly in her heart. She didn't know whether the decision she made back then was good or bad.

……

The royal court representatives also left to lead their troops to the outer city. Theresis and Theresia accompanied Shen Lin to the top of Kazdel.

When he stood atop Kazdel and looked down, all the military council's troops had already assembled.

The ranks of Goliath, the ranks of Blood Demons, the ranks of Carrion Eaters, the ranks of Banshees... an endless array of armies, like a magnificent scroll painting, slowly unfolds across the vast land.

Power, blood, decay, and lamentation intertwine, as if the threads of fate are twisting darkness and despair into a single rope.

The entire military formation was filled with a strong sense of killing intent, as if the air itself was frozen by this aura. The oppressive force was like towering mountains, pressing heavily on every inch of the land.

Under the weight of this overwhelming momentum and powerful sense of oppression, Kazdel City seemed to shrink in size.

Seeing this, Theresa couldn't help but sigh softly.

"This is Kazdel's biggest formation since that battle. I never expected to see our unity again."

"Go say something, Shen Lin."

Shen Lin looked at Theresa, who nodded at him.

Therese had already explained everything about rewards and punishments, as well as all the requirements, to them. Now, Shen Lin, as their spiritual leader, needed to give them a final speech.

Looking at the pairs of eyes below the city that were directed at him, Shen Lin took a deep breath, and at that moment, complex emotions began to brew in his heart.

"Gentlemen, the land beneath our feet is called Kazdel, our home that we have always lived on."

Everyone listened intently, holding their breath. He paused, a gentle breeze lifting his trench coat slightly, and in the next instant, a spark seemed to ignite in his eyes.

"From ruins to bustling capital, we gave everything for our homeland."

"We had no intention of getting involved in any disputes; we only wanted to protect this land and build our home."

"Even so, the flames of war still relentlessly destroyed everything in Kazdel, and the blood of the Sarkaz people soaked our own homeland time and time again."

"And now, those enemies that once caused our downfall have returned."

"Do not lose the courage to move forward just because we were once the ones who were plundered and invaded."

"Success inherently involves persevering through failures without ever giving up."

"Go for revenge, go for conquest, then fall, get up again, and go for conquest again!!"

"I believe the Sarkaz will have a bright future!"

The gale whipped Kazdel's banners into a fluttering roar, and the uncontrollable fire raged once more across the wasteland.

His words, brimming with genuine emotion, moved countless Sarkaz people below the city, and flames gradually ignited in their eyes.

"At first we feared wild beasts, then we feared fire, and then we feared the people of the gods..."

"But we drove away the beasts, mastered the flames, and defeated the people of the gods with our indomitable will and blood."

"This is the purest and most primal courage, and the most precious gift left to us by our bloodline."

"If we were given another chance, we would still choose this path."

He stood atop the city wall, facing the howling wind, his fist placed on his chest, his posture upright like a pine tree standing proudly on a cliff.

Each word is like a heavy hammer, carrying the weight of history and the urgency of reality, crashing down with devastation.

"Death and decay have never left us. Wild grass burns on the ground, and the road built with blood will guide the Sarkaz toward the future."

"We will fight to the last breath. We will not compromise. Our struggle and bloodshed will not be in vain."

"We will do whatever it takes—"

"By rebuilding Kazdel into a beautiful homeland, we will bring happiness to the Sarkaz people for a new era!!"

The man's resounding voice echoed over Kazdel, conveying an unquestionable confidence that gave everyone immense assurance, like a ray of dawn that instantly pierced through the smoke and gloom that filled the air above the army.

Their eyes seemed to be ignited by the setting sun, and deep within their pupils, blazing flames leaped wildly, like a wildfire threatening to burn the chaotic world before them to ashes.

The once wandering soul instantly found a place to rest, and surging passion surged in its chest.

That was the resolute determination to refuse to be reduced to an ant in the face of fate, the unwavering commitment to the land beneath one's feet, and the burning passion ignited by hope and aspiration.

"For victory!!"

A roar erupted from the very front of the formation, belonging to a one-eyed veteran vanguard. A hideous scar on his face swelled red with the shout, and the blazing light in his remaining eye seemed to pierce through the chaotic sky.

This shout was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up a thousand waves.

It was as if a volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years had suddenly awakened, and the pent-up energy that had been stored up for so long erupted instantly. The sound waves rolled in with overwhelming force, like a raging tide, trying to crush all obstacles in the world.

Immediately afterwards, a wave of sound erupted like a volcanic eruption, rolling in.

"For victory!!"

"For victory!!"

Their cracked lips trembled violently, each word squeezed from the depths of his gunpowder-filled chest, carrying a rough, metallic quality, as if accompanied by rolling thunder.

All the Sarkaz troops raised their arms and shouted repeatedly, each shout higher than the last, echoing across the wilderness.

The shouts rose and fell, converging into a powerful force. Even the Sarkaz banner was stirred by the surging sound, fluttering like a ferocious beast about to pounce on its prey, roaring in encouragement.

With a pleasant sound, Shen Lin heard the long-awaited task notification from the system.

[Ding! The system has detected that the host has come into contact with the event "Grand Vision," triggering a special side quest.]

[Special Side Quest: Remnants of a Restored Kingdom]

[Mission Requirement: Create a homeland that is accepted by all Sarkaz.]

[Task Time Limit: No time limit.]

[Quest Reward: A Brand New Pocket Watch (Mysterious Item)]

This land was once the home of your civilization. You were invaded, and your home was almost completely destroyed. But after a long period of poverty and hardship, you are about to rise again on this land.

Note: Special side quests are not mandatory to complete, but completing them will significantly improve your final simulation score.

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Then I realized that many big shots thought it was over, cough cough, but actually this is just the beginning (feeling guilty).

Chapter Thirty-Five: You Are Free

Emengard felt like he was about to collapse.

I thought it was just a small task, but I ended up doing a huge job.

She had only been working for a few days when she received a notification that the Elector of Letania was already at the city gates. Her expression immediately froze, as she was initially happy to learn a secret.

She set up numerous arrays at all the Sarkaz civilian evacuation points arranged by the Sarkaz Democratic Union. Fortunately, she had enough materials and the Originium Altar provided a continuous boost; otherwise, she would have collapsed to the ground.

Moreover, there's no time to worry about the factory anymore, but given its remote location, the chances of it being discovered aren't very high.

Just as Emengard was wondering where else she could get help, a series of hurried footsteps caught her attention.

A little girl struggled to squeeze through the crowd; her hair was disheveled and her clothes were covered in dust, clearly indicating that she had just been running away.

"Sister, you've worked so hard, these flowers are for you..."

"As beautiful as you!"

The little Goliath girl blinked her bright eyes, and her tender voice, like the clearest birdsong in spring, instantly pierced through the gloom of impending war.

Emengard paused, then leaned down slightly, extending her long, pale fingers to gently pick up the bouquet of flowers.

To outsiders, it was nothing more than an ordinary wildflower that could be seen everywhere by the roadside. To her, as a lich, it was something "useless" that transcended the material realm. It could neither be transformed into a source of power nor become a weapon to defend against external enemies.

However, the moment her fingertips touched the soft petals, it was as if a glimmer of light silently penetrated her long-dormant heart.

A warm current, like a gentle stream breaking through the ice in spring, slowly surged in my heart, dispelling the chill and fatigue around me.

Emengard carefully accepted the flowers the little girl offered him.

"Thank you, child, this is the most wonderful gift I have ever received."

Looking at the little girl's pure smile, Emengard was also moved. Her voice was as gentle as a breeze brushing against the strings of a harp, full of doting and tenderness, drifting gently over this land that had survived the catastrophe.

After watching the little girl leave, her scarlet eyes gazed into the distance where only the last rays of the setting sun lingered—the place where the Sarkaz army had gathered.

She hadn't expected the Sarkaz to be able to assemble such a massive force again. How long had it been since the Sarkaz had united for a common purpose like this?

Emengard was unaware that for liches, the passage of time was not a measure of their lives.

but……

Over the years of development in Letania, she was very aware of how much Letania's strength had changed compared to the past.

Syracuse originally belonged to Letania, and was once the capital of Letania. Its separation had an indelible impact on Letania.

The missing most important component of the Golden Law's symphony creates a huge flaw in Letania's formation and national structure.

Her teacher, Fremont, and the Witch King together perfected the nearly impossible task, and the Golden Melody was restored.

Thus, Letania once again enjoyed its glory and recognized Syracuse's secession.

The perfection of the Golden Melody was a breakthrough in knowledge, an innovation in culture, and a vision for the future. It was something that would have been remembered in history and passed down through the ages.

Now, the Golden Melody, perfected by the teacher and his close friend the Witch King, will appear on this battlefield in another form, bringing bloodshed and despair to the Sarkaz.

The lich's knowledge was originally intended to revitalize the culture of this land, preventing the legacy of their ancestors from becoming dust in history.

But the knowledge that the liches were once so proud of, and their enthusiasm for sharing it, will now become a disaster for these innocent Sarkaz people.

The knowledge of liches knows no borders, but the liches themselves do.

Thinking of the helpless and distressed eyes of those Sarkaz people, and the flowers offered by the little girl, still exuding a warm feeling, these seem like a redeeming hand reaching out from the darkness.

She gently closed her eyes, knowing that this battle would cost countless Sarkaz warriors, and the Banshee's lament would once again echo across the land of Kazdel.

She felt she had to do more, and she would use all the knowledge she had acquired in her life to reduce the casualties among these innocent Sarkaz people.

At this moment, a subtle tactile sensation tugged at her nerves along the threads of life.

After saying goodbye to Shen Lin, she left him a knot made of "threads," a unique way for liches to communicate.

As long as the other party pulls on that knot, Emengard will receive a response.

Emengard knew that Shen Lin was looking for her, and disregarding the wear and tear on the small cube, she immediately sped towards Kazdel.