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Just as the laws of nature dictate, no one will enter that good night gently.

Old age, when the day ends, should burn and roar.

We should rebuke, rebuke the gradual fading of that light.

The wise understand, on their deathbed, that darkness is their final destination.

It is because their words no longer flash with lightning.

They did not enter that good night gently.

The virtuous cry out about the fragility and transience of life.

They could have danced gloriously in Green Bay.

They angrily denounced the dissipation of the light.

Young people should chase the sun and sing with it.

If it's too late

So all that's left is to lament halfway down the sunset.

They too did not enter that good night gently.

A solemn person, on the verge of death, recalls a dazzling scene.

Close your eyes and imagine yourself shining and joyful like a shooting star.

They also angrily denounced, angrily denounced the fading of light.

The figures surged in the darkness like an unstoppable torrent, unyielding to any artillery fire, their roars seemingly shaking the very earth.

It wasn't because they had gained greater power than before, but because at this moment they had transcended cowardice, fear, and death!

All their expectant gazes were fixed on the figure engulfed in flames.

The Letanians considered it impossible for these uncivilized Sarkaz to defeat them.

But miracles often happen.

With the arrival of reinforcements, the Sarkaz, like a surging tide, fearlessly charged towards the high-speed warships that were many times their size, and most of the artillery fire was blocked by these royal leaders.

Having lost the fire support of the dreadnoughts, the amplification of the Golden Melody, and the protection of the shield devices, they were instantly overwhelmed by this army that resembled a black torrent.

When the Letanians raised the white flag, all the Sarkaz were still in a daze.

They never expected that they would win this war so easily, achieving this great victory with very few casualties.

The once invincible natural disaster storm seemed to have reached its limit, and the enormous figure had forged an insurmountable defensive line with its own body.

The storm will eventually pass—the sun will rise.

At this moment, the sunlight poured down without reservation, as if draping this war-torn land in a shimmering golden veil, its rays falling unhindered at their feet.

They fought from the darkest night until the dawn broke.

All emotions erupted at this moment, and cheers surged like a tidal wave, one after another, echoing for a long time on this land that has endured many hardships.

The sobs were tinged with a deep sense of gratitude for the hard-won victory.

A loud shout seemed to ignite a wildfire.

At that moment, everyone raised their right fists in front of that towering figure.

"For victory!!"

In this rousing roar, the mountains and rivers of Kazdel trembled, and wherever the sound reached, the gloom was completely dispelled, and the dawn of hope shone on every inch of the land.

Everyone knows that today will be a day recorded in the annals of Sarkaz, not because they defeated the Dreadnought Fleet, which stands tall among the powerful nations of Terra.

But today, the Sarkaz have become the strong ones...

They've truly stood up!

Chapter 45: Losing like this, I'm afraid they've even lost face.

Vaser Territory

In a magnificent room, a richly dressed Erafia is leisurely sipping wine, while a phonograph plays soothing music beside him.

He really liked this piece of music called "Canon," which was said to have been written by a tutor in their region.

Indeed, Leitania, far removed from the mundane and vulgar, has never lacked artistic talent. Only the refined people of Leitania can appreciate this kind of artistic conception and thus create such timeless masterpieces.

However, just as he was immersed in the moment, a series of hurried footsteps shattered his blissful state of mind, and Franz frowned.

"Lord Franz, battle reports from the front!"

Before anyone arrives, the sound comes first.

A flustered messenger rushed in, his face as pale as paper, as if he had received some unbelievable news.

The messenger trembled as he faced Franz's gaze, which was as deep and clearly angry as a cold pool.

He hurriedly handed over the letter, then, like a frightened quail, lowered his head timidly, his body trembling slightly involuntarily.

"Commander Evendrick fought bravely and resolutely in this battle, refusing to retreat even when faced with the Sarkaz ambush..."

"In this fierce battle, including other commanders..."

Franz stared at the letter, his hands trembling uncontrollably, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"They dealt a devastating blow to the demons at the cost of their lives."

"They...were truly heroes of this war..."

"Snapped!"

With a sharp crack, like a thunderclap, the exquisite goblet in the Elector's hand instantly turned to dust under the impact of its immense power.

The crimson wine, in an instant, burst forth like fireworks, resembling bright red blood blooming wildly, exuding an aura of sorrow and anger.

The messenger was so frightened by this sudden and overwhelming force that he stood frozen in place, his feet seemingly nailed to the ground, unable to move.

He buried his head even deeper, wishing he could hide himself completely, fearing that the enraged Elector might take his anger out on him at any moment.

"A bunch of useless trash!!! All of them are useless trash!!"

The essence of shame is not personal mistakes, but the humiliation of being seen by others!

He was furious! He was filled with remorse! He was bewildered!

He couldn't imagine what kind of power those demons, who struggled to even build a mobile city, possessed that allowed them to wipe out his main fleet and never return.

Not only in Letania, but Franz anticipated that he would soon become the biggest laughingstock in the entire Terran kingdoms.

Thinking of this, he felt dizzy and his legs went weak, almost collapsing to the ground. He let out a beast-like roar, as if to vent all the pain and resentment in his heart.

This wasn't even the most troublesome part for him.

Because several of their nobles who had invested in Kazdel lost contact in that remote and impoverished area, a wave of campaigns against the demons had already swept through the Vase territory.

These trends were naturally instigated and directed by the nobles under his command, including some of the nobles who were the most steadfast and important to him.

According to the rules of the Golden Laws, nobles who wished to advance in rank had to accumulate political achievements or military merits.

These nobles entrusted their offspring to him, which is why he resolved to use the dreadnoughts to protect them. If this operation succeeds, he will be the biggest beneficiary after the overthrow of the Witch King's rule!

How can he explain this to the nobles under his command?

Just as he was gradually calming down, a weak voice came again, almost making him lose his temper once more.

“And…and…Lord Franz.”

"explain!!"

"Because you did not consult His Excellency Herhunzoren about this operation, His Excellency Herhunzoren... is very dissatisfied with you."

In that instant, Franz swayed and turned deathly pale.

……

Elector Franz's humiliating defeat has become the hottest topic in the nations of Terra these past two days.

The Iron Duke, known for his straightforward personality, commented on this:

Letania's defeat is so egregious that they've probably abandoned all pretense of dignity!

A total of sixteen high-speed warships, led by dreadnoughts, were all destroyed in that impoverished place called Kazdel.

It is said that many of the Leitanian soldiers later lost their will to fight and surrendered to the demons.

What level is Letania at now? There are only a few electors, and you, Franz, are among them.

If you're struggling so much against Kazdel, how can you possibly become an emperor?!

I can't do it! I don't have the ability, you know that?

This incident quickly escalated, causing quite a stir in various countries across Terra.

Countless letters were being exchanged, and everyone was closely watching the situation in Kazdel and Letania.

Strategists considered this an almost impossible feat; no matter how powerful the Sarkaz were, it was impossible to defeat their forces overnight.

It's worth noting that during the standoff between Victoria and Colombia, only six high-speed warships were lost over several months, not including the dreadnoughts that showcased military strength.

Conspirators, on the other hand, believe this is a trap set by Letania against Kazdel. Everyone knows that Letania's internal conflicts are intensifying, and they need to externalize these internal problems.

The best option for this externalization is Kazdel, so their goal is to launch another war against Kazdel.

Many high-ranking nobles also learned about the trade between Yan Kingdom and Kazdel through various channels, and began to speculate about their relationship.

If the authenticity of this event is absolutely certain, then the Yan Kingdom must be behind Kazdel's resounding victory.

They didn't believe Kazdel possessed such strength, but if they added the Yan Kingdom, which ranked among the top powerful nations, then they would have to think twice.

The news spread quickly, and now it's being discussed everywhere in Letania and Victoria, especially in the bars of Lentinium.

"What fake news? All sixteen high-speed warships were wiped out?"

"When did we start using such gimmicks like Kazimierz? Anyone who believes me will be laughed at for the rest of their life."

"Hehe, given the level of development in Kazdel, you should be grateful if you can sink one ship."

"It's true. I was there at the time. I saw with my own eyes a demon destroy their warship with just stones."

Laughter filled the bar.

……

A figure draped in a black robe strolled slowly through the vast rainforest, as if taking a leisurely walk, exuding an air of unhurried ease.

As she walked to a certain spot, her emerald-green eyes, as deep as a still pool, suddenly narrowed slightly. Just then, a feathered beast with fluttering wings gracefully landed on her fair wrist.

She carefully examined the feathered beast's condition and only after confirming that it hadn't been handled by anyone else did she untie the paper strip binding its feet.

The note wasn't long, but it had a profound impact on Kal'tsit.

This was one of her informants in Letania, who had confirmed the veracity of the news that the main fleet of Elector Franz of Vaser Territory had been completely annihilated in Kazdel.

Moreover, according to the last message from their warship commander, no other country was behind it; it was the Sarkaz who were incredibly powerful.

They were fearless in the face of death and gunfire; they possessed an iron will.

Kal'tsit's brow furrowed deeper as she looked at her. She had only been away from Kazdel for less than two years, and the description in the letter didn't match her understanding of Kazdel at all!

Regardless of when Kazdel will possess an army with such willpower, even if they did, they would not be able to withstand the attack of high-speed warships.

The idea of ​​defeating high-speed warships and annihilating them is pure fantasy.

Her brows furrowed deeply as she checked the carrier pigeon several times over. Only after confirming that her pigeon had not been switched did she reluctantly accept the fact.

In her memory, there were no beings in Kazdel comparable to behemoths.

Moreover, the fact that Theresa did not reply to her regarding such a significant matter led her to speculate further.

Ever since she lost contact with her informant in Kazdel, she had had a vague sense of unease.

She donned her cloak once more, intending to learn more about the changes that had taken place in Sargon over the years, but it now seemed her journey would have to be postponed again.

Chapter 46 Beneath Our Feet Lies Kazdel

The invading Leitanian fleet has surrendered.