Save the simulator and make Sarkaz great again!

The little ball of light responded quickly, its voice clear and crisp, like birdsong at dawn.

"So, did one of your hosts seduce many young girls?"

Upon hearing the man's words, the little ball of light became much happier, feeling pleased that it was about to bring its host back on track.

[That's right!! If the host does that, the reward after settlement will be huge!!]

"Then why did I score higher than him even though I didn't intentionally try to woo any pretty girls?"

【…】

The small ball of light instantly quieted down, ceasing its flickering, as if frozen in place by a spell, falling into silence.

"..."

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze, and the whole world fell into a deathly silence.

Shen Lin sat cross-legged in thought for a long time. He raised his head slightly and finally spoke slowly.

"System, there's only one possibility left now. You've misunderstood the meaning of salvation!!"

The little ball of light seemed a bit confused at this moment. It slowly rotated in place, like a lost child. Something felt strange, but it was hard to pinpoint exactly what was wrong. A small question mark seemed to appear on its top.

Is that right?

The little light sphere's voice became cautious; at this moment, it felt its processing center was about to start smoking and short-circuit.

"Absolutely no problem, System! Look at me, I didn't deliberately try to woo any pretty girls or make any contact with them, and now not only my talent, but all my attributes have improved so quickly."

Shen Lin's voice was firm and resolute; he patted his chest confidently.

"My current score is even higher than theirs! So our strategy is absolutely correct!!"

[So, host, you mean... we're only now completing a mission?]

The little ball of light's voice carried a hint of expectation, like seeing a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

"Yes, yes, yes!!"

Shen Lin nodded vigorously, his smile as bright as a blooming flower.

"Since there's no problem with the route, we just need to continue following it. This time, not only can I have a great time, but you can also complete the mission without worrying about having to start over!"

[WOW! Host, you're so smart!!]

The little ball of light found the idea more and more reasonable, and its radiance instantly became much brighter as it rapidly circled around Shen Lin.

"Don't worry, System, I'm right behind you!"

"As long as we work together, we will definitely achieve good results!"

"Come on, shout with me, 'Host is the best!'"

【(*≧▽≦) Host is the best!!】

Chapter Forty-Four [Power: Reign]

At this moment, Shen Lin slowly opened his eyes, and the black crown symbolizing the Demon King's authority was slowly floating above his head.

He felt as if he were in a dream, and the familiar system notification sound reappeared in his mind.

[Ding! Because you have gained the approval of all the Sarkaz, [Golden Talent: Living Up to Expectations] has been replaced with [Authority: Reign].]

【Authority: Reign (Sarkaz)】: You are the chosen one, you are the only one. You have gained the true recognition of the Sarkaz; wherever your sword points, the Sarkaz sword points.

Your affinity has greatly increased, and when other individuals become loyal to you, they will be incorporated into your soul kingdom as subjects.

Your abilities will be greatly increased based on the number of your subjects. The increase in abilities is related to the number of subjects in your Soul Dynasty, their strength, and their loyalty to you.

Grace: You can choose to temporarily reward your subjects with attribute values. The maximum reward value is related to the subjects' physical endurance and their loyalty to you.

Immortal Body: The passage of time can no longer imprison your life. You live as long as the sky and perish as the earth, immune to all negative states that directly affect you.

[Other effects are for the host to discover on their own.]

(Note: Ordinary people are born plain, but you are extraordinary. Among the stars in the sky, you are dim and dim, but you shine brightly. Gathering the wishes of all people and the light of the stars, you create an immortal achievement. One person is a thousand troops, and a thousand troops are all for one person.)

[WARNING!! WARNING!! Due to your excessive use of warp energy, you have come to the attention of a great being.]

[WARNING!! WARNING!! Due to your excessive use of warp energy, you have come to the attention of a great being.]

With the evolution of his golden talent and the warnings from the system, he had no time to perceive the changes within himself or consider the system's improvements.

Shen Lin clearly sensed that the raging flames, like agile fire serpents, were gradually engulfing him.

However, the flames did not bring him unbearable burning pain. On the contrary, they brought him a strange, warm feeling, like the warm spring sun gently enveloping his body and mind.

Undead are a special Sarkaz race. They have no physical form, are not connected to other spirits, and usually attach themselves to various objects.

The whispers of the souls constantly echoed in their minds, and the extreme bloodlust continuously eroded their remaining sanity. They needed to resist those whispers in various ways to prevent them from completely losing their minds.

Therefore, they choose to attach themselves to objects that possess the power to induce desires in people's hearts. By gradually devouring those people's desires and spirits, they become the nourishment for their growing power.

They use this to resist the whispers of the souls and quietly pass through the years.

However, the original dead souls, in order to give Kazdel hope of surviving the winter, forcibly abducted them against their will and threw them into the furnace of souls, providing Kazdel with a continuous source of energy.

Because they had no concept of death, they endured countless torments in the Soul Forge. Their consciousness churned in the furnace, merging with other dead souls only to split apart again.

In their daze, a voice made them realize the culprit behind their current suffering—the invaders.

They are furious, they are filled with hatred!

The raging fire forged their wills into one, and now only two words remain in their minds: revenge!

This aggregate, which combines the power of all the dead souls, has chosen to attach itself to the entire Kazdel.

Perhaps he was born to be tempered by fire.

At this moment, Shen Lin felt that he had fallen into a mysterious state. Countless dead souls carefully enveloped his sea of ​​consciousness, and countless chaotic voices converged into a unified will.

Burn it to ashes! Scorch it! Destroy it!

Sensing the intentional or unintentional guidance of the dead soul, he successfully connected to the dead soul's sea of ​​consciousness through the black crown.

When he opened his eyes again, he was completely enveloped in raging flames, which danced wildly in the wind like a flowing cloak.

He had never felt such immense power.

As the flames burned wildly, the surrounding space seemed to be kneaded and distorted by an invisible hand, as if the order of reality was about to collapse under this intense heat.

He stood tall on this war-torn land, his steel-forged body exuding a cold and majestic aura.

Under his imposing presence, these seemingly indestructible warships appeared small and insignificant, like vulnerable ants.

However, at this moment, the constant resonance that reverberated throughout the battlefield annoyed him.

"Shut up!"

This was the first time he had used his Originium Arts, which belonged to the Banshee.

Without any movement, just two simple words, an invisible wave spread like ripples, instantly enveloping the entire battlefield, even pausing the roar of the natural disaster.

The resonance of that once magnificent and invincible symphony is now like a duck with its neck choked, unable to utter a sound.

An eerie silence descended upon the blood-soaked front lines.

All the advancing Sarkaz warriors felt the energy flowing through their bodies involuntarily loosen.

At this moment, all the rulers of the royal court were shocked. Ramalien, who was rushing to the battlefield in the distance, widened her eyes. This power had completely exceeded their imagination.

His current strength has even surpassed the combined strength of everyone present. With the support of numerous dead souls, he has reached a completely new realm.

At this moment, the absolutioner, dressed in black robes, stood silently on the deck. The corpses lying around him did not attract his attention at all. His gaze was fixed on the giant who was enough to support the Sarkaz.

His eyes were filled with fervor. Having once been a demon king, he knew that the man before him was more than qualified to lead all the Sarkaz.

He has the ability to carve out a future for Sarkaz.

The next moment, his angry and authoritative voice resounded throughout Kazdel.

"We will not back down! We will fight in the ruins, we will fight on the wasteland!!"

He took a step forward, and the entire earth trembled. The raging fire he carried left large scorched patches on the land.

The dreadnought that once inspired fear in all ordinary Sarkaz appeared so insignificant to Shen Lin, now imbued with the power of all the dead souls.

"We will fight on this scorched earth with full confidence, and we will defend our homeland at any cost!!"

He unleashed a furious punch at the dreadnought that plagued all the Sarkaz, a punch carrying overwhelming force.

The dreadnought's massive protective shield was easily torn apart by the steel fist engulfed in flames; the barrier that had been able to withstand most attacks not long ago was now as thin as a sheet of paper.

The enormous roar seemed to carry a magical power, and all the Sarkaz present felt their strength, which had been somewhat exhausted from the long charge, instantly restored.

All the Sarkaz gazed unanimously at the figure that could illuminate the night, their eyes filled with fervor.

They were like black torrents, breaking through all the defenses in an instant and heading straight for the enemy's last remaining high-speed warship line.

At this moment, the Dreadnought still attempted to exert its last bit of power, its intact triple anti-aircraft guns on the side hull concentrating energy on the charging Sarkaz soldiers.

"We will fight on our homeland! We will fight under enemy fire!!"

Just as it was about to fire, the fire giant simply raised its hand and swept across, destroying all the cannons on the dreadnought's deck. The explosions sounded like their final lamentations.

At this moment, the high-speed warships that had already formed a formation finally reacted. They no longer cared about whether they would hurt their teammates on the dreadnoughts, and they poured their cannons at the fire giant in front of them like madmen.

Countless roars resounded, and huge amounts of Originium dust instantly enveloped the entire area.

They were all praying; all they could do now was pray that the firepower that could level a small mobile city could stop the enormous demon.

As everyone's attention was focused on the overwhelming fog, a giant hand, carrying immense force, suddenly emerged from the smoke, completely destroying the dreadnought's last line of defense.

What was crushed along with it were the hopes of these Leitanian invaders.

"We will never surrender!!"

"Even if most of our land of Kazdel is occupied by the enemy and we are starving, every one of us Sarkaz warriors will continue to fight until a miracle occurs!!"

"We will use our power to turn the tide and advance towards the liberation of the Sarkaz nation!!!"

Like a landslide and a tsunami, what they saw as a war behemoth that had been meticulously crafted with countless resources and time had now become a lamb to the slaughter, completely incapable of resistance.

All the Leitanians were stunned by this astonishing sight; even the gunners in the artillery control room gaped, completely bewildered.

When their prized naval guns could no longer inflict effective damage on the giant before them, they had lost all means of continuing their resistance.

Moreover, Evandrick has completely lost contact with them, and judging from the current state of the wreckage of the Dreadnought's command center, he is probably dead.

"Demons...they are demons!"

Fear spread among them, and in an instant their morale plummeted to its lowest point.

At this moment, they were completely demoralized. They couldn't understand why their operation had failed, or why they had encountered such a monster...

All the Sarkaz warriors were staring at the fallen Anwei figure, and at this moment, they could no longer suppress their emotions.

"It's Prince Shen Lin...it's Prince Shen Lin!!!"

In this heart-wrenching moment, their tears flowed like a burst dam, uncontrollably cascading down their cheeks and dripping onto this weathered land.

In that instant, they were no longer afraid of the artillery fire that could shatter them to pieces, nor of the impending death.

They will fight on until all enemies are completely annihilated.

To liberate the Sarkaz people from their suffering, to protect their homeland that holds countless memories and hopes, and to ensure a better life for future generations.

They are willing to give everything, even their lives.

"For victory!!!"

This shout, like a thunderclap ripped through the sky, carried an overwhelming force, enough to dispel all fear in the world.

Amidst these stirring and heroic slogans, a scalding and powerful force, like a volcano awakening after a thousand years of slumber, erupted from the depths of the warriors' hearts, sweeping over their entire bodies with overwhelming force.

They could clearly feel every muscle tense and every blood vessel bulging—a concrete manifestation of endless power surging within their bodies.

The Sarkaz warriors' eyes burned with a dazzling flame—a thirst for victory and hatred for their enemies.

They roared deafeningly, poised to pounce like cheetahs, their footprints leaving deep imprints on the ground, sending sand and stones flying.

They raised their weapons high, the blades gleaming coldly in the moonlight, reflecting on their resolute, iron-like faces.

These blades are no longer just cold weapons, but an extension of the indomitable spirit of the Sarkaz.

The storms of natural disasters could no longer stop their steps; there was silence, there were shouts, there were tears, there was excitement.