Save the simulator and make Sarkaz great again!

Seriously, I'll definitely have to ask him for overtime pay from now on!

……

The afterglow of the setting sun, like a thin veil, gently draped over the walls of Kazdel, giving this dilapidated and simple city a colorful glow.

Theresa looked at the man beside her, her face filled with a complex expression. As if she had thought of something, she sighed softly.

“Before you came here, Theresis and I had already tried our best to persuade them to accept your battle plan.”

"We believe in your proposed solution, but... I'm very sorry..."

The girl's apologetic tone seemed genuine, and Shen Lin simply shook his head slightly. Looking at the lingering shadows left by the setting sun, Shen Lin let out a soft sigh.

"That's no longer important... What we need has never been how to do it, but how to do it together."

“We’ve come this far from the hardest part, Theresa.”

"The shapeshifter told me that the Letanian fleet is about to cross the border between Kazdel and Letania."

"After sunset, it won't be long before we can see them on the horizon."

"We still have some time left."

Now, only Shen Lin and Theresa remain in the vast city, and they are heading towards the most "magnificent" building in Kazdel City.

It was a colossal steel beast that seemed to have risen from the wasteland of the apocalypse. It stood proudly in the shape of a huge cylinder, its body wrapped in iron blocks of various shapes, mottled and rusted, like a layer of broken armor full of vicissitudes.

Through the cracks, one could glimpse the flickering flames, like the menacing fangs of a lurking beast occasionally revealed, radiating a chilling heat.

Even standing atop the towering city wall and gazing into the distance, the billowing black smoke and dust remained strikingly visible.

As if he had thought of something, Shen Lin turned around and looked back at the city wall where he had just been standing.

Although it is called a city wall, it is actually just a high platform made of so-called huge pipes, and the intricate jungle of Originium spikes can take the lives of those who fall at any time.

It is said that smugglers and vagrants familiar with the terrain can travel through the dark underground, peering out from the tunnels and drainage pipes of mines and factories, and moving from one corner of the city to another.

There are no city walls here to withstand an attack, nor are there any defensive cannons to frighten the enemy.

Kazdel is less of a city and more of a giant mobile platform.

Its only value at present is that it is very large and can move.

This is also why Shen Lin evacuated all the residents from Kazdel, as there was no effective shelter available for them there.

"What's wrong, Shen Lin?"

Sensing the somewhat nervous and curious gaze of Theresa beside him, Shen Lin looked away and gave her a gentle expression.

"I just wanted to see this city one more time."

"The city of Kazdel gives me the feeling of an extreme tragic beauty, a winter blizzard, which, however long it lasts, will eventually dissipate in the long summer."

“Every Sarkaz living here supports the crumbling Kazdel as if they are protecting their dream homeland.”

Theresa nodded slightly, following Shen Lin's gaze to the city walls still bearing the scars of war and natural disasters. As if recalling the past years of Kazdel, she murmured.

"Yes, this city has endured too much blood and tears, but even though it is scarred, the flame of hope has never been extinguished."

"According to the Cyclops' prophecy, this city will be destroyed thousands of times and rebuilt thousands of times."

Upon hearing this, Shen Lin thought of his own plan. He opened his mouth slightly as if to say something, but after thinking about it, he only let out a soft laugh.

Speechless all the way.

Before long, they arrived at the huge, towering furnace.

Before them now stood the heart of Kazdel—a colossal furnace of dead souls.

Looking up at this furnace, one can clearly feel the awe it contains.

It lies dormant here like a primordial beast, exhaling a scorching heat. The metallic luster flickers under the firelight, as if telling the story of the past glory and vicissitudes of this ancient land.

This furnace is unlike any ordinary forging fire in the world. The firewood it consumes is the aggregate of resentment from countless deceased souls, those wandering, restless dead spirits.

Their souls were torn apart and tempered in the raging flames, their consciousnesses churning and splitting wildly under the high temperature, and then helplessly merging again in the endless scorching heat...

Like an endless lament for the soul, a desperate melody resounds amidst the flames.

Each leaping flame resembled a vengeful spirit howling mournfully; the twisted shapes of the flames were like souls trapped in an infernal hell, struggling and writhing in vain.

The air around them was permeated with a bone-chilling cold, overflowing with sorrow, as if even the wind was weeping and wailing here, saddened by the tragic sacrifice of these souls.

Even before Shen Lin reached the front, he could feel the almost tangible, soaring resentment, and his gaze sharpened slightly.

"So many souls, fueled by suffering..."

"Have they always been like this?"

Theresa seemed unable to bear the sight of the horrific scene before her, and she gently closed her eyes.

"It has always been like this..."

She could clearly feel the resentment and grievances churning within this enormous furnace, and as the flames burned, cries of agony, like the shrieks of souls, echoed in her ears.

A massive shadow loomed beside the furnace, like a phantom emerging from a crack in the abyss, its body shrouded in scorching mist, its tattered clothes fluttering in the heat.

It hovered around the flames, its mournful cries intertwining with the roar of the fire, creating a chilling symphony.

“I have stayed on every inch of Kazdel’s land, and I remember every cry of despair in Kazdel.”

“I want to do something for Kazdel…”

"So I tore off a part of myself to use as fuel to ignite this furnace."

"I believe this fire can protect them from natural disasters, and I believe it can warn the invaders!!"

Hahahaha—

With a burst of almost manic laughter, the dead soul that had not been integrated into the multitude of souls floated above the two of them.

Why have you set foot here?

This first undead spirit possessed qualifications no less than any of the rulers of the royal court. It had witnessed the most glorious era of Kazdel, when Tikkaz was the true master of this land.

However, with a sudden change, the gods stepped into their homeland, the wheels of war rolled on, and the former prosperity vanished like smoke, leaving only this devastated land and countless suffering souls.

It felt resentment, rage, and madness over this.

Its existence is solely to help all Sarkaz survive the winter, and then let the flames of revenge ignite the lands of the invaders.

To this end, it did not hesitate to throw its own kind, including itself, into the huge furnace before it, and their hatred provided a continuous source of energy for the entire Sarkaz race.

Illuminated by the flames, its enormous shadow was cast on the ground, resembling an ominous dark cloud, giving people a sense of oppression and fear.

Shen Lin did not feel the immense pressure that would suffocate any Sarkaz. He gently raised his head, his eyes revealing determination and resolve.

"The enemies who caused our downfall in the past have now set foot on Kazdel again..."

Upon hearing just the first sentence, the entire furnace instantly boiled over, and the originally orange-red flames leaped several meters up, with tongues of fire dancing wildly.

They seemed to be infused with a violent force, shooting straight into the sky. The black smoke and dust surged and billowed like raging waves of ink.

Resentment, like a black miasma, silently permeated the air; rage, like a thunderbolt, erupted into a boiling explosion; killing intent, like a icy blade, revealed its sharpness...

All sorts of emotions transformed into a torrent of spirit that swept across this vast area, and in an instant, it was as if a cold, gust of wind had swept by.

Even on Theresa's gentle yet resolute face, all color drained away, revealing a brief but chilling paleness.

"What do you need me to do?"

There were no questions, no planned inquiries, just a simple question that revealed the dead soul's stance.

Shen Lin and Theresa exchanged a glance, and she nodded at him.

"As a Sarkaz, I pay the highest respect to every devotee here."

"In the past, those invaders destroyed our happiness and trampled on our dignity, and now they have once again broken into our homeland..."

At this point, Shen Lin took a deep breath.

The moment the man spoke again, not only the enormous dead spirit floating in the air, but even the flames spitting out from the entire furnace paused.

"They are all greedy beasts, a bunch of immoral bastards, they have made us like this, they have taken everything from us!"

"Even the moral decay of the entire Kazdel has perpetuated our suffering and kept the flames of this furnace burning to this day!!"

"Gentlemen, this situation is about to change. We will turn these invaders into ashes of Kazdel!"

"The turning point for the Sarkaz nation will begin from this moment of our unity. Only in this way can we achieve victory, and we will surely achieve victory!!"

"We need revenge on them, we need them to pay the price, we need your strength!!"

"Let this brief moment of burning be the last time, let those who caused us to fall to this state feel this pain!!"

"This is our home. Those idiots don't understand the true meaning of the sins they committed, but they will soon."

"We will be free from suffering, we will be reborn!"

"I hereby promise that the Soul Forge will be permanently decommissioned after this war, and you will be free!!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, the furnace seemed to be awakened like a primordial beast, instantly breaking free from its shackles.

The flames, like a raging torrent, boiled and surged in an instant. The scorching waves crashed wildly against the furnace walls, and each leaping flame was like an enraged fire serpent, stretching and twisting wantonly, spewing out heat waves that could burn everything.

Theresa stared blankly at everything before her, her eyes reflecting the flickering, raging flames within the furnace, flames that seemed to ignite even the soul.

The flames in the furnace boiled at that moment.

PS: Hiss

(?o?o)?? I've noticed that the closer we get to war, the longer I sit for, but don't worry, it won't affect the updates!

Actually, the author really wants to update a few more chapters for this great author!!

(>○<) But because once an author finishes writing, they like to read it over and over again several times, correcting typos and adding descriptions to ensure a good reading experience for the readers...

In short, the author will continue to work hard!

And then!! Thank you so much for your support, everyone! Hehe!!

Chapter Thirty-Six: Three Bad News

As the last rays of the setting sun faded, Kazdel, as if its last ray of light had been drained, slowly sank once more into the inescapable, ink-black abyss of darkness, as if by fate.

In this remote, seemingly forgotten wasteland, a muffled and oppressive roar abruptly shattered the deathly silence.

At first, the sound was like a faint rumble of thunder on the horizon, deep and distant, yet carrying an undeniable power, echoing leisurely in the sky above the wilderness.

Before long, the roar expanded rapidly at a visible speed, like a surging tide, wave after wave, quickly filling the entire space.

With a tremendous roar, ships appeared on the horizon, like ferocious steel behemoths, breaking through layers of obstacles.

As their massive hulls moved at high speed, they violently compressed the air, causing it to emit sharp, ear-piercing explosions, as if the air itself was being torn apart by this force and crying out in pain.

Facing the heart-wrenching cries in the air, with every inch they advanced, it seemed as if their arrogance was etching a deep, seemingly enduring mark on the weathered land of Kazdel.

This is not the end.

A dense and penetrating buzzing sound, like the flapping of a swarm of bees, drifted from the distant horizon. The sound was initially faint, like a gentle breeze rustling through the strings of a musical instrument, stirring up ripples in the vast sky.

In an instant, the buzzing sound grew rapidly like a surging tide, rolling in with unstoppable force and filling the entire airspace in a flash.

Looking up, one sees countless drones, like nimble stars, gathering and weaving in an orderly fashion in the azure sky, forming an array of unimaginable scale with a dreamlike tacit understanding.

The searchlights they carried illuminated the land as dusk approached.

Nine assault ships and gunboats surrounded the dreadnought in a fan-shaped formation, completely encircling and protecting it.

At the very front of the fleet, the remaining three assault ships resembled three brave vanguard falcons, using their agile and compact size and superior maneuverability to speed away like arrows released from a bow.

Such an overwhelming force is enough to drive any small country to despair.

Bathed in the dim, flickering light of the cabin, a tall and imposing Elafia stood there, like a majestic and unyielding mountain, exuding an aura of authority that could not be ignored.

Evandrick was the commander of this battle, and also a seasoned one.

He participated in the Four Emperors' War, during which he made a great contribution to the defense of the Vasseur Territory and was appreciated by Elector Franz, rising through the ranks.

This time, he was once again entrusted with an important task by His Excellency the Elector, and participated in this special military operation as the commander.

The medals hanging on his chest were undoubtedly a testament to his outstanding achievements in defending the Wasser Territory during the Four Emperors War.

He was engrossed in reading the poem written by His Excellency the Elector, as if the war had nothing to do with him.

His attention was finally drawn by a report from the communications soldier.