Save the simulator and make Sarkaz great again!

The investigator's eyes were filled with panic and disbelief. His speech became increasingly rapid, his words laced with endless fear and panic, each syllable seemingly soaked in terror.

"Eight minutes left... No... No! It's still accelerating..."

"Three minutes...it only takes three minutes for it to make direct contact with our warships!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the surrounding air seemed to freeze instantly, and every second was stretched out infinitely, making people feel suffocated.

"What are you standing there for? Evacuate! Evacuate now!!"

"Sir! The enemy is too fast; we can't dodge their attack."

Having just been deceived by the sorcery altar, although the effects of the Golden Melody were still present, the other high-speed warships were unable to form a formation to effectively protect the dreadnoughts in a short period of time.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!!"

Enraged, Evan Derek kicked aside the soldier controlling the ship's movement and took control of the dreadnought, attempting to align the ship head-on with the opposite direction.

High-speed warships are relatively weak on their sides because they do not concentrate their defensive resources on their sides when engaging in frontal combat.

As long as they can position their warships to face forward, the resonance and trigger-based shields of the Golden Melody can minimize the damage from the enemy.

Secondly, his dreadnought's main guns had not been fired yet. Even if firing at such a short distance would inevitably affect his own troops, Evan Derek felt that this was much better than the enemy directly engaging them!

All the assault ships and gunboats around it are not as valuable as this dreadnought.

Just then, something unexpected happened!

Another dreadnought crashed into the bow of this dreadnought, which it was attempting to turn, forcibly correcting its hull back to its original side position.

The metal clashed violently, producing a loud, ear-piercing sound and bursting forth with countless dazzling sparks, like fireworks blooming in the night sky.

The enormous impact caused both warships to shake violently, and various instruments and equipment emitted piercing alarms.

Evandrick and the other soldiers, who were operating the equipment, were caught off guard and were violently thrown out by the force.

At this moment, Evan Derek's mind seemed to have lost its ability to think, and his eyes revealed confusion.

He had absolutely no idea what was going on.

Suddenly…

A vibrant, glistening red, like a burning meteor, carrying boundless heat and determination, hurtled toward their location at an almost frenzied speed.

The red color was like a sharp blade slicing through the dark sky, and wherever it passed, the air seemed to be scorched, leaving a faint, distorted mark.

In this deathly silence, its appearance was like a boulder thrown into a tranquil lake, instantly shattering the stillness.

Under the threat of death, Evan Derek instantly snapped to his senses. He rushed forward, grabbed the communicator, and shouted with all his might!

"Fire!! Fire in that direction immediately!!"

"Sir! The artillery control room has been infiltrated by unidentified individuals, and we have lost contact with command!"

"(Leytanian profanity!!)"

They had already lost any chance to react.

The red meteor crashed violently into the side of the dreadnought.

In an instant, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked!

PS: Waaaaaah!!

(；′⌒`) First of all, I want to apologize to all the big shots. I reread it myself and found that I did not control the pacing well. There were problems with the writing of the previous chapter. Some unimportant content took up too much space in the killing scenes.

But don't worry, everyone, the main character won't be gone after this. The author will revise the outline as needed to make the plot more compact.

Thank you so much for your understanding and support of my shortcomings. I've been carefully reading all your feedback.

(?o?o) Last but not least! Thank you so much to all the kind folks who have continued to support and encourage the author!!

The author will continue to work hard!

Chapter 41 The Choice of the Souls

The unrestrained firepower of the Letanians, like demons, ignited the long-suppressed rage within the Sarkaz.

Those who call themselves civilized call them demons, but they do things that are even more demonic than demons.

On this homeland upon which the Sarkaz people depend for survival, these invaders acted with such impunity, as if they were entering an uninhabited place.

Everyone has a wild beast inside them. For any social animal, the most painful thing is having its territory occupied and trampled by others...

A flame burned in the eyes of every Sarkaz warrior.

In the night sky, the magnificent music that played was no longer a beautiful melody, but instead became a deep provocation to every Sarkaz person, like a sharp thorn piercing straight into their hearts.

At this moment, although their anger was hard to contain, they did not rashly or impulsively make a sound.

Like cheetahs lurking in the darkness, they lay in wait in the distance, their eyes gleaming with vigilance, watching the Letanians' every move closely, waiting only for the order to be given.

Suddenly, a deafening roar ripped through the silent night sky, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

They all looked toward the source of the sound and saw a blinding red streak, like a burning meteor, streaking across the dark night sky, leaving a long, fiery trail in the unfathomable earth.

The burning silhouette was all too familiar to the Sarkaz; it was Kazdel, the city they had painstakingly built with countless efforts.

At this moment, the members of the Military Commission, who had split into two groups, were all involuntarily drawn to the city that was bravely rushing to the battlefield, their eyes fixed on it.

At that moment, they suddenly understood Shen Lin's entire plan.

Only two people remained in Kazdel at the time, and Theresa was still guiding their actions through the Black Crown, so the one currently piloting the city of Kazdel could only be Shen Lin.

All the royal court representatives were deeply moved. Ducarre's crimson eyes flashed as he stared intently at the burning city of Kazdel in the distance.

On Kazdel, a land ravaged by war, a deafening roar suddenly erupted, seemingly shattering the boundaries between heaven and earth.

The shockwave from the explosion spread outwards in waves with a devastating force, distorting and deforming the air wherever it went.

The black sky was half-reddened by the flames of the explosion.

The magnificent music that had been lingering on the battlefield and had once oppressed the Sarkaz people vanished in an instant, like a kite with a broken string, losing all resonance.

The originally harmonious melody was shattered, turning into a chaotic noise.

At the very moment the music lost its resonance, all the Sarkaz people truly felt the energy within their bodies, which had been bound by some mysterious force, suddenly loosen.

This meant they were about to sound the horn of war, but not a single Sarkaz man was excited about it.

At that moment, everyone stared blankly at the sudden shooting star. They all knew who was still on it, and their rationality snapped completely!

Their leader opened a path to victory for them.

Their expressions gradually became solemn, their hands stopped trembling, and their gazes became firm. At this moment, true warriors were born.

They sat on the broken bricks and tiles stained with blood and sweat, their gazes as deep as tombs, their anger as fierce as magma in the earth's core.

They wanted to ignite this land and transform all that was unpleasant into the way they envisioned it.

At that moment, every Sarkaz person completely accepted this young banshee.

The moment they received Theresa's signal, the royal army, which had been lying in ambush, moved, and the sharp blades in their hands were already gleaming coldly.

With a deafening roar, the anger of all the Sarkaz people was unleashed like a flood bursting its banks.

They surged forward like a torrent breaking through the darkness, heading towards the flame of hope!

……

On the desolate wilderness, boundless loneliness spreads rampantly.

Theresa knelt quietly in this desolate place, her figure appearing so lonely in the night.

Lying peacefully on her lap was Emengard, who had fallen into a deep sleep due to overexertion. As the Demon Lord, Theresa had exhausted all her power, using the power of the black crown to carefully heal the girl's many wounds.

However, those negative emotions, like maggots clinging to a bone, are like an insurmountable chasm that the girl can only face and overcome alone.

Theresa gently clasped her hands together, placed them reverently on her chest, closed her eyes slightly, and fell into deep prayer.

Her figure was stretched long in the cruel moonlight, and her black crown appeared and disappeared under the gentle caress of the moonlight, like a mysterious beast hidden in the darkness, exuding an elusive aura.

Are the Sarkaz destined to suffer endless torment from birth?

This weighty question, like an ancient curse, has long lingered in the minds of every Sarkaz Demon Lord.

Each generation of Demon Lords harbors a burning dream, devoting all their strength and overcoming all obstacles for the happiness of the Sarkaz people.

However, their fates seemed to have been predetermined. Without exception, they all failed and perished in the long river of time, and all their efforts turned into nothing.

On this thorny path, there are no successful examples to refer to, nor can we learn from the experiences of our predecessors. Everything must be explored by those who come after in the dark.

Suddenly, Theresa felt the black crown on her head tremble slightly, as if drawn by a mysterious force from an unknown depth.

Bathed in the soft moonlight, the outline of the black crown appeared and disappeared, as if it were about to break free from some kind of restraint. This sudden turn of events left Theresa momentarily at a loss.

After all, such a strange sight had never appeared since the Sarkaz discovered the black crown.

But when she calmed down and established a subtle connection with that pulling force through the black crown, an expression of surprise and delight involuntarily appeared on her beautiful face.

The spirits guided her, and the spirits made the choice for Sarkaz.

The light that shone in his eyes was like a star suddenly shining in the darkness.

At this moment, she methodically issued attack orders to the various royal courts according to all the arrangements the man had made.

Finally, as if completing a final farewell ceremony, Theresa softly gave the final order to attack.

The black crown slowly transformed into specks of light, like twinkling stars in the night sky, gradually dissipating from her head, leaving only a few faint wisps of fluorescence swaying in the air.

Tears silently slid down her cheeks, shimmering in the moonlight.

This was the last thing she could do for him.

She thought of the promises the man had once made to her.

She prayed silently in her heart that she must survive.

Carrying her hope, she persevered on this cruel land.

Chapter Forty-Two: Giants Rise, Black Crown Appears

Kazdel, this humble city built brick by brick by all the Sarkaz, now stands firm like an iron fortress.

Amidst this awe-inspiring symphony, the flagship carrying the glory and pride of Elector Franz was utterly powerless against Kazdel's onslaught.

With a dull and deafening roar, the flagship's hull was slammed open, leaving a huge dent, as if time itself had been violently cracked open at that moment.

At this moment, Kazdel was burdened with the heavy load of two dreadnoughts, and every inch of its metal trembled under the strain, emitting a painful groan.

However, even though it was exhausted, it still did its best to push against the two dreadnoughts and push forward into the raging storm of natural disaster, as if it wanted to rewrite the predetermined course of fate with its own strength.

The once-powerful golden melody has lost its resonance and become a chaotic mess of noise.

The dense sounds of gears meshing together and the roar of the engine intertwined to create an exciting melody that never stopped.

Zi Yi Yi

The sound of the explosion, the sparks flying, and the raging flames filled everyone's senses at that moment.

The dreadnoughts struggled futilely like trapped beasts, but all their efforts were in vain under the overwhelming power of Kazdel.

As the tracks were brutally dragged, they emitted painful groans, and the friction between the metal and the ground sparked blinding sparks, like a desperate cry of defiance against its fate.

Under this enormous external force, countless pieces of soil and rocks flew up, and the earth was mercilessly torn open with a huge gash. That shocking mark was like a hideous scar on the earth.

The sturdy tracks, however, could not withstand the weight and twisted and deformed inch by inch. Finally, with a "bang," they broke free of their restraints like a wild horse and flew away into the distance.

As the tracks came off, the Dreadnought's steel hull shuddered violently, as if its spine had been removed, and it completely lost the power to charge at Kazdel.

After a brief moment of panic, the surrounding gunboats were at a loss. They dared not fire at the burning city, as this might accidentally injure the dreadnoughts and their crew.

They could only watch helplessly as the dreadnought was pushed step by step into the Cataclysmic Storm.

However, under this excessive operation, the city of Kazdel has now reached its limit.

With the breaking of one gear, like dominoes, the entire city's mechanical transmission system was thrown into a terrible chain reaction.

More gears burst open, sending metal fragments flying like projectiles, striking the surrounding buildings with crisp yet alarming sounds.

This city, which single-handedly shattered the enemy's tight formation, is like a warrior exhausted from his battle.

Every inch of its body bore the marks of battle, and with its body full of exhaustion and pain, it came to a heavy halt in its journey.

Apart from the still-burning flames, all the noise seemed to fall silent at this moment.