Save the simulator and make Sarkaz great again!

Madame Sicily recalled the description of the Sarkaz people in the Golden Melody.

"The Sarkaz, with its two jet-black horns, traverses the eastern horizon, spilling blood and fire on the land of music and law."

They had naturally heard about the battle between Letania and Kazdel, but not many people believed it.

Although the Letanian government has confirmed the authenticity of the news, no one believes that the demons have the power to overthrow this entire fleet.

Given that such power was already capable of easily flattening two or three Syracuses, it's hard not to doubt the veracity of the information given that it failed in a place like Kazdel.

Furthermore, no one was able to escape, and no one knows what happened at the time.

The most likely explanation now is that Yan State acted secretly, cleanly, without leaving any evidence.

If this assumption comes true, then Yan Guo will definitely not show his face in the following process.

Therefore, this group of Sarkaz people is most likely just using a powerful figurehead as a front!

Asking someone to send another person away is nothing short of a fantasy.

Syracuse and Letania share a special historical connection, which means that even if Syracuse were to stand alone, it would still have an inextricable link with Letania.

Furthermore, some families in Syracuse participated in the expansion of Colombia and established their own power there.

Amid this complex situation, the heads of these large families seemed to be pulled by the threads of fate, involuntarily drawn into the vortex of ideologies on both sides.

In the grand mansion and in the hidden alleys, they fought openly and secretly. Every confrontation was like a mirror, clearly reflecting the microcosm of the grand struggle between Victoria and Letania.

This is why it's so difficult to make a big cake in this area.

If Madame Sicily, as the one who restrains these families, were to simply hand over the people obediently, Syracuse would surely become disloyal to her rule.

A nation that humbly kneels before demons will be deemed a worthless nation.

Similarly, the same applies to a leader who submits to the demons.

"Let's drop this matter!"

Madame Sicily's words left the messenger speechless, for for this vengeful Syracuse bigwig, there were almost no people in Syracuse who could provoke her and escape unscathed.

His expression betrayed his inner turmoil, though the slight trembling of his wolf ears betrayed the turmoil within him.

Madame Sicily shook her head, not taking the matter to heart; their wisest choice now was to wait and see.

Although Madame Sicily had extensive influence in Syracuse, her reach did not extend to the land of Kazdel.

Similarly, the Sarkaz shouldn't have extended their reach so far.

The people of Syracuse simply refused to pay, so what could the Sarkaz do?

She saw this kind of trash-talking as meaningless.

Just as Syracuse cannot be left, the Sarkaz cannot simply invade Syracuse, can they?

Chapter 48 Go for a bath

The dawn of victory shone on this barren land, and with it burned a raging fire called "hope".

With the destruction of Kazdel, a large number of Sarkaz people need to be resettled, and the Sarkaz Democratic Union is extremely busy.

Ersula and Theresa, who were the key personnel, were extremely busy counting the number of people who needed to be resettled and coordinating the manpower needed.

Union members worked day and night between the makeshift camps, coordinating various supplies to provide a safe environment for everyone.

Fortunately, no one was saddened by the destruction of their former homes; everyone was in high spirits over the great victory.

After finishing all the arrangements, Shen Lin was finally able to attend to his own business, and he hurriedly opened his talent page.

Sarkaz Democratic Union

Shen Lin is currently studying the changes in his talents after evolving into an authority. He feels that his talents are more than what is shown on the page, and there are some special abilities waiting for him to develop.

"System, system, what impact will the previous notification about being noticed by a great being in the subspace have on me?"

He suddenly remembered the red warning he had received earlier, which made him a little uneasy, fearing that something big might suddenly come at him at any moment.

【Host, host, I don't know~】

"..."

One sentence was enough to make Shen Lin run to the system space and poke that little ball of light hard.

After all, Terra, the warp...

Although I understand that it is a country that humans once set foot in, it is a place beyond the comprehension of the concept of meaning.

When energy from the subspace flows into the mortal realm, it will disrupt the spatial rules, leading to a collapse.

But for some reason, Shen Lin had a feeling of déjà vu.

Someone unfamiliar with the place might think that four small vendors or four large men live inside.

Despite the dangers and unknowns that lurked in the Warp, the Lich race had already made contact with this rarely visited region, and their "life caskets" were hidden within the Warp.

He shook his head, realizing that continuing to dwell on it would be pointless, and focused his attention on the black crown on his head.

Shen Lin has now discovered that this black crown is really convenient; it has solved his biggest problem before... making phone calls.

In Kazdel, where communication tools are not yet widespread, information transmission is extremely backward.

In the past, when he was sitting here handling affairs and needed to find someone, he had to notify them one by one through letters or by sending a messenger.

Now, with Blackcrown, you can establish communication simply by finding the other party's beacon in your mind and sending a link.

However, such communication consumes a lot of mental energy, and the other party's mental energy is too weak to sustain it for long.

A soft footstep in the corridor interrupted his thoughts. As the office door opened, a gracefully dressed lady entered.

"Your Highness Shen Lin!"

Seeing her come in, Shen Lin smiled slightly and handed her a pile of materials that he had prepared.

"This is a new literacy promotion plan. Take it with you to assess whether it can be implemented smoothly."

“Theresa has experience in establishing schools; you can consult her about anything.”

Taking the manuscript paper from the man, Lamarle was surprised that Shen Lin had formulated a relevant plan so quickly.

"Your will be obeyed."

"By the way, that child... how is Ascalon?"

"Her condition has completely stabilized. She is a very energetic child and has been taken to your residence."

Hearing this, Shen Lin nodded gently, his previous worries now put to rest.

"The reconstruction work is quite arduous now, so I'll have to trouble you to take care of everything inside and outside."

"It is our honor to share your burdens, Your Highness Shen Lin."

Lamaren rose gracefully and gave Shen Lin a slight bow.

After she left, Therese entered and bowed to Shen Lin.

"As you instructed, the power source for the Dreadnought is ready."

"Oh?"

Shen Lin raised an eyebrow slightly, then stood up without hesitation and smiled gently.

"I happen to have some free time right now, can you show me around?"

……

Amidst the swirling yellow sand, they passed through a land that had recently experienced war.

The current silence stands in stark contrast to the previous clamor. The war, the faith, the lost land—it all seems like a fleeting dream. Stepping back, one finds only quiet earth and bright sunshine.

But the devastation they witnessed told them a bloody reality.

The Sarkaz do not belong to a good place; they do not belong to beauty and happiness; they bear suffering that others cannot bear.

Some people are born to go to hell and fight with demons.

Seeing this, Theresis felt even more admiration for the youngest demon lord in Sarkaz history beside her.

As they traveled, the two soon came to the fleet of high-speed warships they had captured. Groups of Sarkaz people came and went beneath them, their eyes filled with excitement at encountering something new.

Therese respectfully explained the work he had completed to Shen Lin.

"Your Highness! The high-speed warship pilot team has been assembled. These Sarkaz people have been carefully selected, and their talent in Originium Arts is very impressive."

"Now, under the training of the Shapeshifter Lord, we will see results in a little while."

"Very good, how long do you expect the training to take?"

"It only takes about a month to get a basic grasp of it, but it takes at least three months to master it."

With the addition of smelting equipment on those high-speed warships, Kazdel's industrialization completed the supply chain for certain Originium byproducts, leading to a breakthrough.

The funds currently being used for Kazdel production are gradually being diverted towards military production, and Kazdel will soon become a machine that operates solely for war.

As long as it can keep winning wars, its development speed will exceed everyone's imagination.

The power reactor that had separated from the dreadnought was not far from them, but just by looking at it from afar, they could feel that it was even more magnificent and imposing than the Soul Furnace they had seen before.

When they entered, a group of Leitanians had already prepared, numbering about a hundred at a glance.

"See this big pool bubbling away? Don't worry, everyone, this is for you."

The rows of Leitanians before him were as pale as paper. Every step the man took seemed to pierce their hearts. Some were even trembling, their eyes unfocused, and tears streaming down their faces.

Shen Lin was very satisfied with their performance, and he clapped his hands lightly.

"But, after all, I am not some kind of demon. Each of you has a chance to say a word."

"If these words please me, you will have a chance to live."

"It starts with you."

Shen Lin walked up to a Leitanian man whose clothes were clearly different from theirs and asked him a question in fluent Leitanian.

"Do you hate us demons?"

Upon seeing this, the Letanian nobleman quickly crawled over and leaned against Shen Lin's leg, sobbing and crying.

"That's not true at all. You are the bravest warrior on this land, even Khan Shah is far inferior to you."

"You are a divine gift, a hero whom fate bestowed upon me to save me and to cleanse and elevate my soul."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black crown on Shen Lin's head seemed to flicker slightly, unable to hold its shape.

"..."

Seeing his trousers smeared with tears and snot, Shen Lin, who had just changed his clothes, was furious.

"You liar, go take a good bath!"

Red liquid gushed and splashed in the furnace.

With a scream and a gurgling sound, there was no further movement.

The surrounding Letanians looked at each other in bewilderment, and then an uproar broke out.

"I don't want to take a bath!! I'll give you anything, I...I'm quite wealthy in Letania!!"

"Foolish! Everything we take will be mine. Get down!"

"No!! I'll do anything to survive!!"

"Even on the verge of death, all you can think about is yourself! Get out of here!!"

"Demons!! You are all demons!!"

"Did the demon eat your rice? Get down!!"

"Demons are all idiots! I hate demons! I'm not lying, I'm not lying!"

"You've ruined my ability to tolerate idiots. Idiots get lucky, but idiots don't. Get out of here!!"

Therese watched in disbelief as Shen Lin kicked down one by one the crying and wailing Leitanians.

The speed increased even further, and the Leitanians became fuel for the power plant like dumplings being dropped into boiling water.

After dealing with those guys, Shen Lin felt a surge of relief and turned to breathe a sigh of relief.

He walked up to the dashboard and looked at it, and his eyebrows immediately rose.