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In the thick, inky darkness, the high-speed warships moved silently like phantoms, their engines occasionally breaking the suffocating silence.

At first, her heart was gripped by unease, each heartbeat like a war drum. She was constantly on guard, her eyes fixed on the chaotic darkness, fearing that she would be discovered by the enemy at any moment.

As if keenly sensing the subtle panic and unease in her heart, the man who had been quietly by her side moved his Adam's apple slightly and finally slowly opened his lips.

"Trust in Emengard's efforts, Theresa, we will all be alright."

"We've weathered any bad situation already, and it can't get any worse."

The man's steady voice seemed to relieve a great deal of pressure for her. Theresa's fingers, which were tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, unconsciously loosened, and her previously rapid and disordered breathing quietly stabilized a bit.

She tilted her head slightly and looked into the man's eyes. The unease that had been like a tide receded slightly, and a sense of trust and comfort slowly spread from the depths of his eyes.

As time went by, the sounds of the enemy warships grew fainter and fainter until they were almost inaudible. Her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally felt a great weight lifted and slowly settled down.

In this brief moment of tranquility, both remained silent, for the warship had already crossed the second line of defense and was getting closer and closer to their third line of defense.

If they fail to inflict an effective blow on them at that time, they will face the most brutal battle.

The pressure was almost suffocating Theresa.

The communicator, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly broke the stillness of the inky night sky.

Shen Lin's eyes flickered, and he quickly connected the communicator. The voice on the other end was still that strong, energetic female voice.

“I have taken control of their power layer, but because of the existence of the control center, I only have a brief opportunity to control the direction once at most.”

"Once they enter the canyon, you can proceed with your plan."

The shapeshifter's voice was like heavenly music, which invigorated Shen Lin. He subconsciously clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, and his slightly trembling fists revealed the surging excitement in his heart.

Then, he took a deep breath.

"That's enough. You did a fantastic job."

"I'll wait for your final message."

Every Sarkaz has been fighting with all their might for victory in this war. Now, at his command, even if they are to face the firepower of the Dreadnoughts, their eyes will be firm and they will rush forward without hesitation.

This is not just courage, but also an unparalleled love for this land.

Shen Lin will not let them down.

The Shapeshifters are the first of all the Grand Lords to know all of Shen Lin's plans, and they will be the sole factor guiding the course of the war.

And now...

Shen Lin turned his gaze to Theresia, who was standing to the side, and carefully handed the lich girl he was holding to her.

"Theresia, Emengard is still very weak, so I'm leaving her in your care."

Without thinking, Theresa instinctively reached out her hands and steadily took the frail body in her arms.

The lich girl was pale and as fragile as paper, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

Before she could even speak, the man's next words left her frozen in place.

"Take her and leave Kazdel."

"Shen Lin... what are your plans next?"

Faced with Theresa's puzzled gaze, the man remained silent for a moment before finally telling Theresa about his arrangements.

He patted the rusty railing gently, as if sighing.

"Kazdel, this city is imbued with the efforts of all the Sarkaz people."

"The Sarkaz have given so much to the city of Kazdel, and now it is Kazdel's turn to give back to all the Sarkaz."

"This city, built entirely of steel... is too bulky and cumbersome. It lacks many of the basic functions of a mobile city, and it cannot outrun any high-speed warship."

"But now, these will all become its advantages."

Looking up at the man's still calm and collected expression, Theresa saw the resoluteness and sharpness in his eyes.

In an instant, unease, like a surging black tide, welled up from the deepest, most hidden corner of Theresa's heart. Every breath became incredibly difficult, and the feeling of suffocation was overwhelming.

The man pointed to the deep, long tracks of the warship's tracks in the distance and smiled slightly.

"The road to victory has been opened for us, hasn't it?"

“I can find them as long as I follow this road.”

"I think the impact of this big guy should be enough to shatter the pride of those idiots."

"Although they were cautious enough, once they approached the canyon, they had nowhere to escape."

The man's resolute words struck Theresa like a thunderbolt, leaving her wide-eyed with astonishment and disbelief.

The color drained from her face instantly, her eyes involuntarily reddened, and her lips trembled slightly.

At first, Theresa thought that his choice to develop industry in the wasteland instead of Kazdel was because of his resentment towards the Tower of Babel, or perhaps because he was influenced by the will of the Sarkaz people.

Recalling the man's seemingly sentimental words, Theresa suddenly awoke from her reverie.

Suppressed, painful sighs seemed to be painstakingly drawn from the depths of her soul, spreading throughout the narrow space, weaving a tapestry of inky sorrow, and dimming the lamplight.

"No... Shen Lin, you..."

"Why didn't you tell us about this plan when we were discussing the battle plan..."

"Shen Lin...you clearly didn't need to put yourself in such danger!"

"This operation is very simple; any Sarkaz could..."

In the silent darkness, her voice was choked with sobs, each word sounding as if soaked with tears, carrying a damp sorrow.

Upon hearing this, Shen Lin simply shook his head slightly.

“No Sarkaz can resist the spiritual influence of the resentment overflowing from the fully burned Soul Forge, except for me, Theresa.”

Theresa recalled her reaction when she faced that furnace; she could feel the wails that kept echoing in her mind, and the roars filled with hatred.

Just trying to sense the overflowing wisps of negative emotions made her head spin.

The man beside her seemed completely unaffected, and Theresa had no idea how he managed to do it.

But as he said, it was something only he could do.

“I know what you’re trying to say. You’re worried about the unpredictable consequences and that our people will be plunged into an even deeper predicament.”

"But if I don't choose to take this risk, the cost of this battle will be beyond our imagination, and the development plans we made before will be meaningless."

After saying this, the man took a deep breath as he looked at the girl's slightly trembling body.

"The rapid development of the Sarkaz Democratic Union stems from the trust that every Sarkaz has in me, from their yearning for a better life, and from their hatred for the Empire!"

“The Sarkaz population is already small enough. If this war results in another large loss of people, even I am afraid I will be powerless to reverse the situation.”

“For such a deep-seated hatred, thirty years is long enough. If this hatred is not vented, the Sarkaz Democratic Union will disintegrate and the Sarkaz people will find it difficult to stand up again.”

“I have to do this, Theresa.”

He paused slightly at this point, then pointed to his chest.

“You were a participant in that war, Theresa. You also witnessed the horrors of Kazdel!”

"What envelops our hearts is not flesh and blood, but an invincible ideology."

"Our dignity is so insignificant, but it is all we have, our last inch of territory, and at least in that inch of territory, we are free."

"And now our last territory has been invaded, those imperialists are even squeezing and trampling on our last remaining living space!!"

"In the past, we forgot the pain because our wounds were almost healed! Now! They are trying to inflict the same atrocities on us again!!"

"What is to be done will be done again! And what is done will be done again!"

"But we are different now! Theresa, we will fight with everything we have! This time, we will shatter their teeth that are biting us!!"

"Although death is a part of life, something we are all destined to do!"

“But I will live until those damn idiots really pay the price.”

Theresa could clearly feel the other person's unwavering determination and belief. She forcibly suppressed the sadness in her heart and felt ashamed of her own powerlessness.

Her tightly clenched lower lip was already bleeding slightly. She kept questioning herself in her heart why she was so weak and unable to share this heavy responsibility with him.

Seemingly sensing the emotions of the girl in front of him, Shen Lin lowered his voice slightly.

"There is no need to have too much burden. Everyone has their own things they are capable of doing."

“Emanggard here, her damaged soul still needs your strength. You need the Black Crown to summon all the Sarkaz for a final assault.”

Theresa bit her lower lip, her stubborn eyes fixed on the man before her, trying to suppress the overwhelming grief that surged within her, but sobs still escaped her lips uncontrollably.

In his eyes, the man's figure was like an unyielding pine tree. Although he was surrounded by the smoke of war and exhaustion, he could not hide the heroic spirit that flowed from his bones.

His sharp gaze was fixed on the distant canyon.

"Today is history, today will be remembered forever!! Perhaps many years from now, young Sarkaz children will be full of curiosity about today."

"Then we can proudly tell them that this is the unity of the Sarkaz after more than a century of war to protect the nation! We will sound the horn of resistance against the Empire!"

"From this day forward, the Sarkaz will truly stand tall when facing the Empire!!"

PS: Hu Yiyi

ヾ(≧O≦)〃Wow wow wow!! Sorry everyone, I'm sorry for the late update today!! I feel like the closer it gets to the end, the more I want to put my heart into it. I always feel like there's not enough time. Before I knew it, I was writing this late. Actually, I still feel a little unsatisfied, cough cough.

Sorry for the long wait, everyone!!

╰(*°▽°*)╯Thank you so much for the encouragement and all the gifts from you experts! Hehehe~

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Chapter Forty: The Red Meteor

Hu Yiyi

Shen Lin let out a soft breath; he had never forgotten that this was a simulation.

But this simulation is too tiring.

I thought my previous jobs were tiring enough, but I never imagined I wouldn't escape this fate here either.

However, things are different here because it's for the people of Sarkaz.

Thinking of this, Shen Lin chuckled softly.

His original plan was not like this; he wanted the shapeshifter swarm to drive the city, while he had a more important mission.

But things kept unfolding in ways he hadn't anticipated, and he had to accept that this wasn't a fairy tale but a war of blood and fire.

The reason he insisted on staying in Kazdel, besides what he told Theresa, was also due to the influence of his own talent, "Living Up to Expectations."

Some time ago, he discovered that the number of stars in his body had reached a threshold, and no matter what method he used, he could not increase their number further.

Interestingly, he discovered the constant creation and destruction of stars within his body, although the effects were not obvious once their numbers increased.

Even though another star will quickly take its place after one star is destroyed, we cannot ignore the most crucial issue because of this.

These stars will disappear.

Shen Lin sensed this seemingly subtle change and slowly sighed.

However, it is understandable, as these stars originated from the Sarkaz people's strong expectations of him. If the source of these expectations disappears, then the star will naturally cease to exist.

Therefore, if too many Sarkaz die in this war, his strength will be greatly reduced. Not only will his talent advancement be affected, but he himself will also be unable to handle the mess alone.

He was well aware of the attitudes of the various royal rulers towards him; their support did not equate to approval.

He only gains their support because he aligns with the stance of these royal rulers. To them, he can be anyone, as long as that person can meet their needs for war.

He must maintain his current strength and political value in order to continue to receive strong support from the royal court.

If the support of any royal court is lost, the current Sarkaz Democratic Union and Kazdel's economic system will collapse at any moment.

In other words, the number of Sarkaz soldiers who survived this war directly affected the development of a series of subsequent plans.

By then, the Sarkaz people may not be able to recover for at least thirty years, or even longer.

This is a mission where success is the only option; failure is not an option.

The man leaned against the rusty fence, as if shrouded in a veil of tranquility. His eyes were lightly closed, and his face was serene, as if he had found a peaceful corner that belonged only to him in the noisy world.

Inside the cockpit, the light was like a faint firefly in the wind, trembling in the darkness, flickering uncertainly, as if silently telling the story of the capriciousness of fate.