Save the simulator and make Sarkaz great again!

She didn't know when it started, but Theresa felt that she had become extremely dependent on him emotionally.

When something unexpected happens, her first thought is whether this change was within his expectations.

He always seemed to have that calm and composed expression, as if everything was under his control.

He seemed to have foreseen the cause, process, and outcome of the matter even before it began.

In some ways, he was more cunning than Kal'tsit.

The seemingly intricate gears suddenly form a system after he suddenly places a new gear in one step, and the previously unrelated gears suddenly work on their own in an amazing way.

"The second line of defense relies entirely on Ducarre. Is his teleportation ready?"

In this space so quiet it seemed deathly still, the man's deep and magnetic voice drifted over, like a pebble thrown into a still lake, instantly breaking the silence.

Theresa was startled. At a time when everyone was on edge, she felt ashamed of her momentary lapse in concentration.

She quickly used the Black Crown to access the other party's communication channels through her consciousness.

However, as the communication deepened, Theresa's delicate eyebrows seemed to be slowly tightened by an invisible, skillful hand.

Her gaze grew increasingly serious, as if she were caught in some kind of difficult dilemma.

"When Ducarre was rescuing Niezley and Ramalien, he attempted to infiltrate the enemy's warship, but he was discovered."

"It would be difficult for him to approach the enemy warship alone."

"The Golden Melody completely blocked Ducarre's consciousness, making it impossible for him to pinpoint the landing point on the warship!"

Even when Theresa received the news, her heart sank. The air around her seemed to freeze, and the chill seeped into her bones through every inch of her skin.

No matter how meticulous a plan is, new variables will inevitably emerge during its implementation.

No one expected that even the Great Lord's spiritual power could not penetrate those barriers against magic.

Now, with the pressure from high-speed warships ahead and the approach of a massive natural disaster behind, a shadow of despair has fallen over everyone's hearts.

The only way now is to use the Nyetzeri army to bait out two more attacks from the enemy's dreadnought main guns, taking advantage of the opening of the main guns.

Using the shapeshifters' temporary control over the enemy warship's power system, they then forced their way through the enemy's lines of fire with their bare flesh and blood.

Try to give Ducarre enough distance to use his abilities, as he can instantly teleport the Sarkaz's main force above the enemy's warship.

This was their initial, desperate plan, marked from the very beginning with a sense of ruthlessness and tragedy.

This plan disregards costs and risks lives, all for one pure purpose—to utterly crush the enemy who is wantonly trampling on their homeland.

Aside from this method, Theresa couldn't think of anything Kazdel currently possessed that could directly confront those dreadnoughts; even the energy from detonating the Soul Furnace might only cause them some trouble.

Natural disaster...wait...natural disaster?!

She suppressed the violent pounding in her heart; she felt as if she had already touched a corner of the man's plan.

She knew that if she wanted to deal with the enemy's dreadnoughts, the only way to defeat them from the outside, besides confronting their commanders directly from inside the ships, was through the destructive power of nature.

But how do you lure the other party into a natural disaster?

Unless the enemy commander has suffered a stroke, he will certainly not allow his troops to get too close to the natural disaster.

Theresa still couldn't figure out how Shen Lin would effectively utilize this natural disaster.

Even so, her belief in him would support any action he takes now.

"Shen Lin, make a decision!"

"I can feel that all the Sarkaz people believe in you, Shen Lin!"

"Now that we've made our choice, let's walk to the end together."

The man took a deep breath and looked at Emengard, who had fallen into his arms. The hardworking lich girl had already drifted off to sleep with even breathing.

“We are now facing a huge challenge again. The other side can make countless mistakes, but we cannot afford to take any more wrong steps.”

"The higher you climb, the more treacherous the journey becomes."

"But from this moment on, we are a stone, impervious to all, indestructible."

“We will crush those invaders, we will win, Theresa.”

"Now! Have them immediately shift their lines, split into two groups, and retreat to the flanks of the canyon to await orders, abandoning the second position."

Just as Theresa was about to give the final order, a sudden remark from the man startled her. She looked at his figure, her beautiful eyes momentarily dazed.

In the dim light, his tall and straight figure was so conspicuous.

At this moment, he seemed to have swept away all his previous dejection, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, exuding a chilling aura.

"Tell Ramalien to activate the Originium Altar at the final stronghold right now."

"She will know what to do next."

"I will find a way to stop the Golden Melody."

"When that damn music stops, that's when our entire army will launch an attack."

"This operation will only have one outcome: we will slaughter them all!!"

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Chapter Thirty-Nine: History for Today

Boom!

The booming sound, like rolling thunder, echoed continuously across the desolate land of Kazdel.

Several warships pierced the thick, inky night, their steel bodies fearlessly tearing through the barrier of darkness as they moved slowly forward, leaving indelible tracks on the land beneath the feet of the Sarkaz.

The warship's massive alloy hull gleamed with a cold light in the darkness, and wherever it passed, even the night seemed unable to bear the weight, being heavily crushed and twisted.

Since that ambush, all the drones have been shot down by Niezilei with their decaying power. They were once the sharp eyes of the fleet as it traversed the battlefield, but now they are broken and sunk to the sand.

In the hazy darkness, their fleet now seemed to have lost its eyes, relying solely on the faint clue of energy reactions to pinpoint the location of the enemy that might be lurking with a deadly threat.

Evan Derek changed his strategy.

Now, with the added bonus of the Golden Melody, he no longer sends out advance assault ships as a means of luring the enemy and conducting reconnaissance.

Instead, he vented his anger on this land in the most primitive and savage way.

The fleet surged forward like a torrent of steel. Anything that dared to obstruct their path, from towering ramparts to scattered wreckage, was seen as a challenge to their majesty.

They slowly reduced their speed, turning their cannons one by one towards the obstacles, and in an instant, the firelight was like shooting stars in broad daylight.

The roar of artillery fire was like the wrath of Thor descending upon the earth, instantly stirring up a thousand waves, with earth and rocks flying everywhere like startled birds.

Under this devastating power, the Originium crystal was utterly vulnerable, turning into countless tiny, sparkling fragments, like dreamlike stardust, which slowly dissipated into the heavy air amidst the billowing smoke.

The fleet's cannon fire never ceased, reshaping the contours of the land every moment. With steel and flames as their brushes and invincible power as their ink, they carved a smooth path across this weathered land.

The mountains, boulders, and hidden dangers that once stood in their way were reduced to ashes under the continuous barrage of fire.

This is a road forged by force, a passage without any obstacles, allowing the fleet to stride forward with its head held high.

Like hounds that have caught the scent of their prey, or sharks awakened by the smell of blood, they surged forward with an unstoppable momentum, like a black torrent of steel, rushing swiftly toward Kazdel.

The warship sped across the land, the roar of its engines shaking the air as if it were about to crush everything in its path.

As the warship advanced, the expression on the face of one of the soldiers in charge of reconnaissance suddenly changed.

"Sir! Kazdel's energy reaction has disappeared..."

"We suspect we've lost track of them."

With this urgent report, the news struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.

Evan Derek was still immersed in the wonderful illusion of his triumphant return; the imagined music seemed to still linger in his ears, and the laurel wreath of glory seemed to be within reach.

But this sudden report was like a sharp blade, instantly shattering his beautiful dream.

"what?!"

He was like an enraged lion, his steps quick and heavy, and he arrived in front of the investigator in an instant.

He exuded a chilling aura, his gaze sharp and fixed on the shimmering scanning system.

The scene above was like a nightmare, confirming the investigator's words—the other party's energy reaction had indeed vanished without a trace.

Evan Derek quickly calmed down.

There are only two possible reasons for this outcome.

One possibility is that the other party's reactor has shut down; another possibility is that the other party has evaded their inspection through some kind of counter-surveillance method.

However, given the level of development in this area, it's questionable whether they can even read, and the other side has no idea about the situation inside their ship, so how could they possibly have counter-surveillance capabilities?

Therefore, it is most likely the first scenario.

"Determine the location where the reaction of this large iron block finally disappeared..."

Before Evandrick could finish speaking, the map lit up with a high-energy reaction again, indicating that Kazdel was not far from where they had discovered the Cataclysmic Storm.

The map showed that they seemed unaware of this sudden natural disaster, trapped in front of the canyon, unable to move forward or backward, and could only hesitate in place.

Everything was unfolding in the direction that Evan Derek had envisioned.

But as a seasoned commander, he sensed something unusual, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Because their journey here had been far too smooth.

Evan Derek understood perfectly well that since the enemy had premeditatedly set up an ambush, they would definitely have subsequent defensive lines in place.

But it was so quiet along the way that after Evan Derek cautiously walked and stopped, he didn't see a single Sarkaz, let alone a defensive line.

Although he felt a little uneasy, he quickly realized that he didn't need to think about these things at all.

With their advantages in range and speed, they can continuously put pressure on the enemy lines, and his current barrage of artillery fire has left these insects in the darkness nowhere to hide.

Moreover, with the presence of scanning devices, any attempt by these demons to approach the warship would be detected.

What will the opponent rely on to defeat them? What can the opponent use to break through their formation?

As a commander who had fought his way through countless battles, he couldn't believe that they could have lost when their warships' advantages were being fully exploited.

Evan Derek gave a soft snort; in his view, the other party's resistance was nothing more than a way to amuse them in a ridiculous manner.

……

As the silhouette of that steel behemoth slowly emerged on the distant horizon, it resembled a majestic mountain that had been moved from endless chaos. Its sheer size dwarfed even the Sarkaz's proud city of Kazdel.

At that moment, Theresa felt as if an invisible giant hand was gripping her chest tightly, and a strong and oppressive feeling of suffocation instantly overwhelmed her like a surging tide.

She knew that she and Shen Lin were walking on the edge of a cliff, in grave danger.

Once these Leitanians discover them, they will undoubtedly fall into an abyss of no return, and all the efforts they have made through hardships and dangers will vanish like a dream.

The sound of the warship's engines struck Theresa's heart like a war drum, and the lights of the fearless warship illuminating its cold, gleaming body were reflected in the distance.

The impenetrable armor, the intricate and complex structure, and the overwhelming pressure it exuded made Theresa realize in that instant how narrow-minded she had been.

Kazdel... is really far behind Terra's forefront.

Now, the pride she felt in building Kazdel has vanished with the arrival of those rolling warships. She knows that the actual value of Kazdel may not even be as high as the cost of a single enemy gunboat.

Not to mention those dreadnoughts that were even larger than the entire Kazdel, any one of which was worth far more than Kazdel itself today.

Now Theresa finally understood why the man in front of her was so recklessly developing Originium Industries.

Kazdel's development has fallen far behind the powerful nations of Terra. The mere sight of their high-speed warships pressing in is enough to overwhelm most ordinary Sarkaz.

Having witnessed the power of the attack that made the sky as bright as day in an instant, Theresa knew that if an ordinary Sarkaz were to come into contact with such an attack, the only result would be annihilation.

Every time Theresa thinks of Kazdel, which has been revitalized after Shen Lin's reforms, she asks herself these questions.

If she had used all her funds to develop Kazdel's industries, would their fate be different now?

Even though the man told her that such a development couldn't last, she felt that at least they were on the right track for now.

Kazdel cannot lose him.