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"Reporting, sir! We have pinpointed the direction of Kazdel City. The enemy seems to have discovered our movements and is retreating from the opposite direction."

Upon hearing this, Evan Derek realized that the mission they had previously sent to complete had failed, and instead exposed their purpose in preparing a surprise attack.

However, that guy was also lucky. Although he didn't get back a single piece of the red gold he brought as a deposit, the fact that he survived the clutches of the untrustworthy demon was already incredible.

With a cold snort, Evan Derek's lips curled into a cruel smile.

"Continue the reconnaissance and pinpoint its location firmly; it can't escape."

He had previously promised the Elector that he would take Kazdel City within three days, but now, without even digging three feet into the ground, the enemy had simply appeared right in their faces.

It seems this battle will end within a day.

Evan Derek shook his head; he felt only boredom, like he had just taken a short trip in a warship and was about to return.

One of these two dreadnoughts was the Elector's flagship, and the other was a trophy that the Elector had acquired when he pursued fleeing soldiers after the Witch King defeated the Gallic invasion.

After years of adjustments and repairs, this dreadnought, which records the history of Gaul, has once again entered the battlefield. Coupled with the perfected Golden Melody, its resistance to magic has become outrageously good.

This time, the Elector was the first to discover the traces of Kazdel. He was able to openly launch military operations in Kazdel under the pretext of the disappearance of nobles.

Actually, he hadn't expected Elector Franz to make such a grand gesture this time, but it made sense; the Elector must have been impatient to wait.

Letania is like a land full of artistic charm; perhaps a more fitting description would be to call it a federation.

Although the Witch King was exceptionally talented and possessed immense power, he did not have direct control over the rule of Letania.

The remaining eight Electors of Letania hold sovereignty over all mobile cities except for the region represented by the Witch King; these mobile cities are privately owned by the Electors.

In Letania, if you want to become emperor, you must first be an elector.

Although the Golden Law Code granted the Emperor of Letania supreme power, however…

Power is never eternal, nor can it be granted by a code of law or a piece of paper.

The Witch King sat atop the tower, engrossed in magical research, and paid no heed to the governance of Letania.

The decentralization of power restored absolute autonomy to all the electors over their own territories.

Even the Witch King now has to order the Electors to mobilize their soldiers.

If things had remained peaceful, Letania would have continued to operate under this policy for a long time.

However, this witch king was also a person who loved to give orders. He demanded that others do what he asked and that others had to obey his commands!

His actions enraged all the electors, but they dared not make a move out of fear of the Witch King's supreme power.

His Excellency Franz has always been an adventurer, and this decision is no exception.

This was both a signal to the other electors and an addition to their credentials before overthrowing the witch king's rule.

By the time the electors from the other regions realized what was happening, they had already won a great victory.

This Gallic warship bears too many scars of war, and those demons should feel honored to be spectators of its first battle after restoration.

The only regret for the Sarkaz people is that they can only witness such a grand spectacle once in their lives.

"Notify the other teams that if any Sarkaz are spotted, they are authorized to open fire, but be careful not to damage the large metal block unless absolutely necessary."

"We should have wiped them out completely long ago, leaving not a single one alive!"

Evan Derek's voice was deep and cold, exuding an unquestionable authority, like a chilling military order that instantly pierced the heavy air in the cabin.

The communications soldier standing nearby was stunned upon hearing this, his hand holding the communicator trembling violently, as if he had been startled by this sudden and ruthless order.

"Didn't you hear me, soldier?! Why aren't you responding?!"

“But… according to the laws of the Golden Law, we’ll have to go to court.”

Upon hearing this, Evan Derek scoffed, his eyes fixed fiercely on the soldier. His laughter was cold and harsh, like icicles colliding, instantly shattering the momentary silence.

He stared fiercely at the soldier, like a ferocious beast eyeing its prey, the chill in his eyes enough to freeze one's heart.

"This is a political stance, and it has nothing to do with the facts."

“We are loyal to Lord Franz, we are loyal to Letania, and Letania will not judge a loyal warrior.”

"Someone will always suffer; we can only make sure it's not us."

"Those demons don't deserve any sympathy. Back when Gaul attacked Letania, their mercenaries contributed a lot."

“Our people have disappeared in Kazdel. They have broken the treaty and are untrustworthy.”

"Our trip is to protect His Excellency Franz's rights and defend Letania's reputation; it is an act of justice."

"In this land, every Sarkaz person you see, even if he is a child, you must count him as a soldier in the subsequent battle report."

“I don’t care what you’re thinking. I’m your superior now. You can’t control what I do or how I do it. When I give orders, all I want to hear are ‘Yes’ and ‘Sir’.”

"Understand?!"

……

Kazdel, this enormous mobile city, raced across the wasteland, the wind howling and the tracks rolling, each section like a giant's arm, powerfully propelling the city forward.

Wherever it passed, the earth trembled, and sand and stones were thrown high into the air, as if playing a stirring battle song for it.

The dazzling flames of the furnace atop Kazdel stood out starkly against the night sky, like the sun breaking free from the shackles of darkness at dawn, radiant and dazzling, transforming the surrounding desolate night sky into a beautiful orange-red landscape.

Theresa, who was in the driver's seat with Shen Lin, stared blankly. She never imagined that one day this city, built by the Sarkaz with pipes and steel, would unleash such power.

Because of the complete combustion of the furnace, Theresa keenly sensed that the temperature in the entire city of Kazdel had risen several degrees.

Kazdel has now crossed their first line of defense.

In the pitch-black night, it was like a desolate place that had been sleeping for a thousand years. The surroundings were so quiet that it seemed as if even time had stopped flowing. Only the faint rustling sound of the breeze blowing through the withered grass was like the faint breath of this silent world.

No one could have imagined that a large army was hidden under the cover of night.

Shen Lin didn't know what formation the enemy would use to engage their battle lines, because ambushes and traps rely on surprise, and only the first attack is most effective.

If the other side releases bait, the success of this ambush will be greatly reduced.

Just as Shen Lin was refining his previous strategy in his mind, the walkie-talkie next to him started buzzing. In the deathly silence, the sound seemed particularly abrupt.

His heart tightened, and he quickly reached out to answer the intercom. Almost instantly, a strong female voice came from the other end, breaking the surrounding silence.

"There are three pieces of bad news in total."

"The first piece of bad news is that they have locked onto you and are advancing at full speed towards you."

"There's another piece of bad news: their defenses are tight, and I can't make contact with the gunners on their ships alone. I'll play it by ear."

"The last piece of bad news is that the enemy ship is equipped with a special Originium Arts resonance device, which has a terrifying suppressive effect on Originium Arts. It can only be deactivated by triggering a special device."

"If we invade rashly, we might get a bad beating."

After listening to the communication from the shapeshifter, Shen Lin took a deep breath, his eyes slightly lowered.

"I see, it seems we've met a formidable opponent this time..."

Aren't you going to ask me if I have any good news?

Hearing the voice coming from the other end, Shen Lin paused. He knew that if there was anything, the shapeshifter would definitely speak up immediately.

Despite the oppressive, suffocating atmosphere in the air, he still managed a slight upturn of his lips and let out a soft laugh.

"The best news is that you are safe and sound."

In an instant, the atmosphere of despair and tension seemed to be gently stirred by an invisible hand, easing slightly.

"..."

"I'll be relying on you again from now on."

"it is good."

After the call ended, Shen Lin noticed that Theresa's gaze was somewhat strange, like a deep, unfathomable lake.

"The Shapeshifter Cluster, they are the most unique existence in the Royal Court."

"Almost no Sarkaz has ever truly earned their approval, but I never expected that you, Shen Lin, would actually achieve this..."

Upon hearing this, Shen Lin couldn't help but recall the time he had previously spent chatting with the other person from dawn till dawn the next day, when he could feel the other person's significantly heightened emotions.

He simply chuckled and shook his head.

"I simply respect every Sarkaz person equally and give them equal recognition."

“Every Sarkaz is searching for a place in their heart that has not yet crumbled, to live the life they want, a city where they have no sorrow.”

Theresa gazed at him, a warm current flowing through her heart, and a feeling of genuine admiration welled up within her.

Even when facing imminent death, he was able to maintain such a calm and composed demeanor.

The memories of her time with him flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern, each frame capturing Shen Lin's decisiveness, wisdom, and composure.

She let out a soft breath, even though she had to admit at this moment that perhaps the man before her was more suited to be the Demon King of Kazdel than she was.

At this moment, Shen Lin suddenly felt the knot on his arm tighten. His gaze subconsciously swept towards the edge of the wasteland, but the wasteland at night was only a blurry darkness.

They are now close to the second line of defense.

"Theresia, stop in Kazdel for a moment. Our most important helper has arrived."

Upon hearing this, Theresa quickly reached out and gripped the lever tightly, then exerted all her strength and pulled it back sharply.

As the lever was moved, Kazdel's tracks, which had been spinning rapidly like a whirlwind, seemed to be slowly pressed down by an invisible giant hand, and its speed gradually slowed down.

The massive gears creaked and groaned as they braked, like the reluctant growl of a giant beast, and the colossal city slowly came to a stop.

Shen Lin watched her actions and realized that moving this mobile city was simpler than he had imagined.

In this atmosphere filled with tension and tranquility, time seemed to be slowed down by an invisible hand, and the passing of each second felt incredibly heavy.

Just as Theresa was about to say something, a whooshing sound caught their attention.

Before long, a slightly flustered, agile figure seemed to stumble out of a dark abyss, breaking the suffocating silence.

The girl, dressed in a black robe, appeared outside the control room like a dark elf as the wind rustled her clothes.

At this moment, she was completely devoid of her usual composure. Her chest heaved violently as she gasped for breath. The strands of hair on her forehead were soaked with sweat and clung messily to her cheeks, making her look somewhat disheveled.

"Hurry up and tell me, what do you want to see me here for?"

"Thank you for your hard work, Emengard."

"This is the final mission; the fate of all Sarkaz is now in your hands."

"Just hide that big guy for half an hour, is that okay?"

Emengard followed the man's finger and looked at the furnace that was constantly spewing black smoke. The towering flames seemed to want to set the entire Kazdel ablaze. Her gaze was blank.

"Ah I?"

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Chapter Thirty-Seven: Natural Disaster Storm

The roar of massive engines echoed through the quiet night. The assault ships, scouting for enemy positions ahead, moved like sharks that had caught the scent of blood, swift and deadly.

The massive and imposing bodies of the dreadnoughts and gunboats slowly emerged from behind, like a steel behemoth awakening, leisurely trampling on the land of Kazdel.

The tracks relentlessly rolled over the ground, sending sand and gravel flying and dust billowing everywhere they went, crushing all the surrounding weeds and low shrubs and carving out a wide road.

Their metallic shells reflected a cold luster under the moonlight, swaying in the darkness yet concealing deadly intent.

As the deadly weapon penetrates deeper, the remaining living space for everyone here will continue to be squeezed.

At this time, a sudden change occurred.

With a sharp whistle piercing the night sky, the thick, inky darkness was instantly torn apart.

The shriek, filled with endless sorrow and madness, first pierced the depths of the brain like a sharp steel needle, seemingly trying to destroy all their nerves.

Then, like waves of surging undercurrents, it surged and raged in my mind, making me dizzy and almost vomit.

Perhaps the control center was destroyed, or perhaps the pilot's soul was shattered by the shrill scream, the three assault ships that were scouting ahead lost control and spun around them like headless flies.