Save the simulator and make Sarkaz great again!

They could only watch helplessly as the other's figure disappeared into the darkness once more.

"..."

Evan Derek hadn't expected his opponent to be so difficult. He thought it would be a simple task, but unexpected events occurred along the way.

His planned nighttime raid would give the enemy a surprise attack and complete the mission in a very short time. Now, the nighttime environment has become a limitation to their actions.

However, if that's all they've got, then they still can't withstand Letania's wrath.

As for defeat, that was something Evendrick hadn't considered, because what could possibly defeat a backward nation that hadn't even developed a city defense cannon?

The loss of three assault ships was already a disgrace to him, and he had to repay the other side a hundredfold!

"Sir! A high-energy reaction has been detected about 30 kilometers away from us."

"A massive natural disaster storm is moving this way!"

Upon hearing the news, Evan Derek was stunned for a moment. He quickly ran to the observer's screen, and after seeing the situation clearly, he burst into arrogant laughter.

In his observation, if the group of demons wanted to escape, they would have to cross a huge canyon ahead, and the only way out of the canyon was already blocked by the massive Originium storm.

At this moment, as long as they advance steadily, the warships and the natural disaster storm will form a pincer movement against the group of demons!

Evan Derek burst into laughter, as if he could already see the medals that would soon appear on his chest.

"Hahahahaha!!"

"These demons have nowhere to run!"

"Listen up, soldiers! Opportunities like this to assault the demons don't come often. Your time to accumulate merits is coming soon."

"Show no mercy! Show no mercy!! Show no mercy!!!"

"Their defeat is the will of Heaven! In the past, Letania never resisted the entry of any Sarkaz, and now the tower still bears the scent of liches!"

"Our biggest mistake was being too lenient with them."

"This is why they now respond to our goodwill with offense and rudeness!"

"We will teach them a lesson they will suffer greatly!"

PS: Hu Yiyi

(≧?≦)ノHehehe~ Here's a 6,000-word chapter for all our big shots! The author really put in a lot of effort to write!

The author is still not very skilled at separating chapters, so I've simply put everything into one chapter for the readers to enjoy, making it a more coherent read.

And then! ╰(*°▽°*)╯ Thank you so much to all the best readers for your encouragement and support! I will continue to work hard!

Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Gears in Motion

The flames in the furnace resembled a trapped beast, roaring in defiance, its blazing tongues swirling and greedily licking at the surrounding darkness.

Gulu---

The abrupt sound was particularly clear in the scorching and oppressive atmosphere. Emengard swallowed hard, and it took her a while to pull her gaze away from the furnace that was spewing flames.

"I'm saying...you're putting a lot of pressure on me!"

"If I can't do it, wouldn't I become a sinner of the Sarkaz?"

Shen Lin coughed awkwardly twice.

"I was being too harsh..."

"But this is really important for this war."

Emengard took a deep breath, looked at the man before her, and sighed softly.

"Alright, enough joking. If I really fail, do you have any other plans?"

At this moment, inside the cockpit, the fluorescent light resembled a flickering candle flame, only able to outline a small contour in the thick, inky night.

The man's gaze was like a bottomless, icy pool, slowly gazing out the window.

The darkness, like a surging tide, surged and swallowed all light and all hope, leaving only a deathly stillness that followed like a shadow.

"It's still nighttime. Kazdel City needs to move more than 100 kilometers away from the second line of defense to successfully evade the detection of those dreadnoughts."

"Our support will arrive later, and unexpected variables may be discovered earlier on the way."

"If our original plan only had a 60% chance of success, then with you, Emengard, we will have a 90% chance."

"If you succeed, we can protect more Sarkaz warriors, and more people will be spared from sacrifice."

Just as Emengard was about to say something, it was as if an invisible giant hand had suddenly torn open a gap in the sky. In an instant, blinding white light surged in like a raging tide, illuminating the dark night sky as bright as day.

Immediately afterwards, two deafening roars, like the furious shouts of Thor, rolled in and slammed into everyone's eardrums.

This sudden turn of events left Emengard and Theresa momentarily stunned.

Coming to her senses, Theresa gently closed her eyes, the black crown hovering above her head, radiating an irresistible aura.

Her long eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow on her cheeks, as if she could sense the most subtle tremor at the end of time and space, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze and stop flowing as she focused.

After a moment, she opened her eyes, met their gazes, and slowly sighed.

"Elder Niecilei told me that they are now retreating to the second line of defense."

"He can only hold off those fleets for half an hour at most."

For a moment, everyone fell silent, with only the wind whistling in their ears, as if lamenting the increasingly urgent situation.

Shen Lin knew that the first line of defense had been breached, which was the worst-case scenario he had anticipated.

The enemy's advance force triggered their ambush first, causing their ambush to fail to achieve its intended effect.

If the opposing commander has some experience, it will be almost impossible for them to continue using this plan to achieve results.

"..."

Emengard tried to suppress her inner turmoil. If she had known things would turn out this way, she would have dragged her teacher to Kazdel even if it meant pulling his beard.

But it's too late to say anything now; she has to make a decision at this moment.

She sighed softly.

"Fine, I'll give it a try. Don't blame me if it doesn't work."

……

Kazdel, though poorly constructed, is a magical mobile city.

Unlike other mobile cities that traverse the wilderness, ordinary mobile cities cannot move steadily across the vast land by relying solely on the navigator's operation in the cockpit.

Energy is the key to the mobility of mobile cities.

These mobile cities require a specialized team that works tirelessly at the city's most basic power layer. This team supplies the mobile cities with Originium fuel, providing a continuous energy source to keep the tracks running.

Because of the Soul Forge, Kazdel City doesn't need many people constantly dropping Originium into the lowest level of the mobile city to provide it with the power to move forward. It only needs someone in the cockpit to control the direction of the mobile city.

Aside from its bulkiness and rudimentary architecture, Kazdel City truly stands out among all mobile cities due to the unique nature of its Soul Forge.

The cockpit wasn't far from the furnace, and the three of them soon set foot in the area again.

As soon as they got close, a wave of heat swept over them like a surging tide, instantly enveloping them; the scorching heat almost ignited the air in their lungs.

Within the dark and gloomy space, the terrifying furnace resembled the gates of hell, spewing flames powerful enough to scorch the soul.

Emengard took a deep breath and resolutely stepped towards the ball of destructive fire. With each inch closer he got, the surrounding air became increasingly scorching, and visible, distorted heat waves rippled outwards, as if the very space itself was groaning in agony under the intense heat.

It hurts...it hurts so much...

Emengard bit her lower lip, blood seeping from between her teeth. Although she had taken precautions, she had carefully inscribed several small anti-burn magic circles on the objects around her.

But at this moment, these magic arrays seemed so powerless in the face of the furnace's flames that could burn everything.

The flames seemed to possess sentience; they were not content with merely scorching flesh, but rather seemed intent on dragging their souls into an endless abyss, crushing and burning them inch by inch.

However, in this desperate situation, the burning dead souls seemed to sense Emengard's intentions, and the flames in the furnace strangely subsided slightly.

Even so, the lingering heatwave, like the tentacles of a demon, continued to tear at her mental defenses, bringing her to the brink of collapse.

At the critical moment, it was as if a clear spring had descended from the heavens, flowing into Emengard's chaotic and painful mind. In an instant, the excruciating pain, like a leech clinging to a bone, seemed to be gently shared by a pair of gentle yet strong hands, dissipating by more than half.

Theresa used the power of the crown to connect with Emengard's sea of ​​consciousness, carefully protecting her soul with her abilities.

At the same time, another, purer energy also kept the flames that scorched her soul at bay, carefully protecting her sea of ​​consciousness.

Seeing that Emengard's condition had improved, Shen Lin slowly withdrew his hand.

He had sensed before that he was unaffected by the lingering murmurs in this place, which he guessed was related to the power given to him by these stars.

With their help, her pale complexion improved significantly. She glanced back at Shen Lin and Theresa, nodded slightly, and said nothing more.

As she chanted the incantation, emerald green arrays began to be inscribed on the massive soul furnace.

Time passed second by second. When the last ray of light merged into the Soul Furnace, the entire formation seemed to come alive. The emerald green halo flowed endlessly, instantly concealing most of the violent aura of the Soul Furnace.

Emengard, struggling to maintain his exhausted body, completed the complex and difficult array inscription, feeling as if his last bit of strength had been drained away.

Her body swayed suddenly, like a withered leaf trembling in the autumn wind, falling straight down from the towering platform.

Fortunately, Shen Lin reacted quickly and stepped forward to catch her.

At this moment, the lich girl's jewel-like eyes revealed a look of exhaustion. Meeting the man's concerned gaze, a relaxed smile finally appeared on her lips.

A few strands of hair clung to her sweat-dampened forehead, making her appear even weaker.

Her voice was soft, like a falling feather, carrying a sense of relief and weariness after completing a heavy task.

"Hoo-hoo, it's over..."

"If you need to use it later, just activate the formation."

"I'm so tired... I need to rest for a bit. I'll leave the rest to you."

"If you fail in the end, I won't let you off the hook..."

Although these were harsh words spoken in a half-joking manner, they were uttered with a sense of powerlessness from her chapped lips.

"You did it, Emengard, thank you for your hard work..."

"Because of you, we are now moving towards hope."

"If you open your eyes again and see me, I will grant you any request I can."

Upon hearing this, she seemed to want to say something more, but her eyelids felt as heavy as if they weighed a ton, and slowly drooped down.

Feeling her breathing gradually become regular, Shen Lin gently tidied her messy hair.

Although he and Theresa helped each other withstand the burning pain, even the slightest overflow of the resentment of those souls imprisoned for countless years was enough to cause a huge mental shock to a person.

This impact can even affect the lich's "life box" hidden in the warp, which is usually unacceptable for a lich who values ​​life.

She knew this, but she still chose to give it her all.

Shen Lin had also discussed Emengard's attempt with Theresa beforehand. Only after receiving Theresa's assurance did he feel comfortable calling for her help.

For Shen Lin, all the gears are now in motion.

……

However, aside from the good news, the war was mostly dominated by bad news.

"Lamarle told me that a massive natural storm is approaching our third line of defense."

Just as Theresa was about to ask Shen Lin about his next plans, she suddenly noticed that the man's expression didn't change at all when he heard the news.

Theresa was initially curious as to why he had set up the defenses in these locations, but now, with the arrival of this massive natural disaster storm, she finally remembered.

When Shen Lin was in prison, he showed her the map given to him by the Cyclops. It marked all the locations where natural disasters had occurred, and one of the red areas included this third line of defense.

Her voice trembled slightly, filled with indescribable amazement.

"Shen Lin, you..."

Was this natural disaster also part of your plan?

Under Theresa's complicated gaze, the man paused for a moment, then nodded gently at her.

“I know I sometimes break the rules and put myself in a corner, but this is a well-thought-out step.”

"We won't drown if we fall into the water, we'll only drown if we stay in the water. The only way is to swim, keep swimming forward."

With the man's affirmation, an unparalleled sense of security filled Theresa's heart.