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"For victory!!!"

They shouted as they fearlessly ventured deeper into Syracuse. Under the protective light of His Highness, their eyes shone with an unprecedented brilliance.

It was a flame intertwined with faith and loyalty, burning ever brighter under the light of war.

The Syracuse resistance fighters attempted to stop the surging tide with their terrifyingly powerful explosive crossbow bolts and pungent-smelling Originium explosives.

However, these seemingly deadly weapons were nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot in the face of their unbreakable will.

Fire! Fire spread along their path, striking fear into the hearts of all the Syracuse thugs wherever they went.

The Sarkaz surged forward like a flood bursting its banks, ignoring the fearful stares of the surrounding populace. They marched straight toward the target set by Prince Shen Lin.

Before the various families could gather their forces, they were immediately swept away by this torrent.

A thug and a blood-soaked warrior are different; a thug has no faith, a warrior does.

Shen Lin stepped onto this land ravaged by war, listened to the flood of victories coming from the front lines, and smiled slightly, nodding in satisfaction.

He didn't linger there, and began searching for his second objective: the wolf pack.

The Sarkaz army swept away all obstacles like a black torrent. The Syracuses relied on violence, bribery, threats, and opportunism for survival...

None of these methods worked on the Sarkaz—because they didn't understand Syracusan.

A thunderclap ripped across the restless night sky, and the flash of lightning illuminated the entire city of Syracuse.

Chapter 55 Great! It's the Lord of the Wolves! We're saved!

In Syracuse's short history, this country was like an isolated island forgotten by time, long immersed in its own world. Even defining it as a "country" seems a bit of a stretch.

It's more like a loose collection than a tightly cohesive nation. The people here, deep down, only carry within them their own small family sphere.

Their vision was limited to the rise and fall of their families, and they were indifferent to the fate of Syracuse and the future of the Ruper people.

On this land, the smoke of war never truly spread, the shadow of oppression never loomed, and the people were like flowers living in a greenhouse, never experiencing the baptism of wind and rain.

Comfort, like a slow poison, gradually erodes the foundation of this nation. It narrows people's souls and silently dissipates national cohesion.

When war struck this land again, they crumbled at the first touch.

Not only the radio station, but also the signal tower collapsed under the heavy artillery fire.

Now each family is like an isolated island; they know nothing about each other, nor do they understand where the Sarkaz front has been pushed to.

It's a bit noisy tonight...

The patriarch of the Carlozzo family groggily opened his eyes in his sleep; he had been woken up by the noise.

"It's terrible!! The Sarkaz have invaded, and the Bellone family has reportedly fallen."

Upon hearing the panicked voice of his trusted confidant, the patriarch's still dazed gaze instantly cleared.

He didn't even have time to change his clothes before he hurriedly made a phone call to advise other family heads to try to understand the current situation.

However, all the numbers he dialed were busy, and in a fit of anger, he slammed the phone on the floor.

"Where did they fight?"

"I don't know, they stormed the city half an hour ago."

How many of them are there in total?

"The exact number is unclear, but it's said that the families who saw them have all disappeared without a trace."

At this moment, the head of the Carlozzo family really wished he could stab this clueless young man in front of him who knew nothing.

"Quickly!! Wake everyone up! Hurry!! Pack your things within ten minutes and escape through the secret passage with us!"

"Ah...yes, yes!"

His confidant nodded repeatedly, pushed open the door, and ran out.

He quickly swept away the valuables in the room, and without even bothering to change his clothes, he immediately activated the secret passage in his room.

"It's the demons!! The demons have attacked!!"

"Help! Help!!"

"Spare me! I'll tell you where the master is!"

Just then, howls suddenly reached his ears from not far away.

He was so terrified that he didn't even care about waiting. After entering the secret passage, he quickly closed it and ran forward like his life depended on it.

This secret passage connects to the lower levels of the mobile city, allowing him to directly access the surface outside Syracuse.

Because of the rain, the exit of this secret passage was blocked by a large amount of seeping mud.

When faced with the threat of death, a person's will to survive is boundless. He frantically dug at the soft, wet soil with his hands, and after a long time, he finally opened a passage.

"My life has been one of no loss, only gain, an endless cycle of gain!"

His eyes revealed madness. As long as he escaped this mobile city, he could flee to other countries. The gold he carried was enough for him to enjoy his old age and for him to make a comeback.

He struggled to climb out of the mud, and as the rain poured down on his face, he stood up, opened his arms, and laughed heartily.

"I escaped!!"

But the next moment his ecstatic expression froze, because the huge searchlight of the assault ship patrolling the outer city shone directly on him.

Someone was already waiting for them here.

A lone wolf cannot be caged, but it can be captured by the Sarkaz.

……

Madame Sicily led the henchmen of various families toward the Grey Hall, absorbing the power of those families that had been scattered by the Sarkaz along the way.

The thugs from those families looked at her as if they had found their backbone, and they all flocked to her. A force that could not be underestimated had gathered behind her.

Under her orders, everyone was racing against time; she needed to quickly mobilize and organize an effective defense.

When they arrived at their destination, everyone fell silent.

The Grey Hall, the dining table where the twelve families of Syracuse divided their spoils, has now been reduced to ruins.

The collapse of the signal tower prevented them from knowing each other's situation, and the paralysis of the political center prevented them from effectively organizing manpower.

"Lady Sicily!! It's terrible!! The Saluzzo family's defenses have been breached by the Sarkaz!!"

"The city's control center in Lordi has fallen; it's unstoppable... utterly unstoppable!!"

"Monster... We encountered a guy wrapped in bandages, and we were all wiped out in just one encounter!"

……

As Madame Sicily listened to the reports that came in one after another, her eyes widened more and more.

Why so fast?

In just a few hours, at least half of Syracuse had fallen.

Even sightseeing in Syracuse in a luxury car wouldn't be this fast!

Are all the heads of those families incompetent?

Those Sarkaz... it seemed as if there were no obstacles in their way.

Three attacking forces charged toward Syracuse from three different directions, leaving Syracuse no time to react.

Many of the roads they traveled on had been destroyed, forcing them to take a longer detour.

The radio station and control center were completely cut off, and the signal tower was also destroyed.

Madame Sicily suddenly remembered the bloody letter she had received a few months earlier.

This was a premeditated attack, and also an act of retaliation!

How exactly can Syracuse survive this sudden torrent?

"Run!! Run!! We'll die!! We'll all die!!"

Suddenly, one of the family's henchmen burst into tears, and he let out a maniacal laugh.

Under such immense pressure, someone finally succumbed and suffered a mental breakdown.

The next second, a crossbow bolt pierced his head.

Frankie put away his crossbow and his cold gaze swept over all the thugs present.

"Madam... our situation is very bad right now."

Madame Sicily simply nodded.

She had sent a telegram requesting assistance to the Letania Wasser Territory, the closest territory to Syracuse, and also to Lateran.

Now all she has to do is gather as many of Syracuse's forces as possible to resist these sudden attacks from the Sarkaz and delay their conquest.

Just as Madame Sicily was about to suggest building fortifications on the spot, a chilling wind sent shivers down the spines of everyone present.

Countless scarlet eyes were particularly dazzling under the cover of night, and the family thugs around them widened their eyes the moment they saw them.

"Look, everyone! The Lord of Wolves!! The Lord of Wolves is here!!"

"Great! It's the legendary Lord of Wolves! We're saved!!"

Although they were not the mainstream in Syracuse, their influence was ubiquitous.

Order changes with time and societal development, but the rules they represent remain constant.

They are the unchanging "wasteland" of Syracuse.

They have always been an unspoken understanding among all the families in Syracuse. Perhaps the families are merely pawns on their game board, providing amusement for them over the long years.

In the past, the Syracuse family did not like to associate with these wild creatures, but at this moment, seeing the wolf pack was like seeing a savior.

Some of them were even trembling and couldn't help but shout excitedly.

In an instant, everyone present was enveloped in an atmosphere of relief and joy, and tears welled up in their eyes.

This scene baffled all the wolves. They looked at each other, feeling that this was the most positive image they had ever projected.

"I never thought we would enjoy such treatment one day."

"For a moment, I didn't know whether it was more pitiful to see Syracuse being consumed by war, or more tragic to see the leaders of these families becoming worse and worse with each generation."

"However, these outsiders who have disturbed our enjoyment must be made to shed blood!"

"Whoever resolves this crisis in Syracuse will be our leader."

"Seconded!"

Countless shadowy wolf packs roamed the darkness, their whispers and barbs determining the rules of the game.

They seemed to be full of anticipation for the battle to come.

Wolves are highly territorial creatures, and they will mercilessly tear open any creature that intrudes into their territory.

These wolf packs have been fighting each other for countless years, and now they have finally reached a brief consensus on the war that has spread to Syracuse.

"Da yi yi"

A steady footstep was particularly clear in the rain.

The night was as dark as ink, so thick it seemed impossible to dissolve. At the end of the street, a black figure appeared as if slowly emerging from the abyss of darkness.

Madame Sicily's heart skipped a beat, and a sense of unease spread through her, reaching its peak.

She saw a figure walking towards them unhurriedly through the rain.

He didn't bring an umbrella, but no rain could get on him, as if some force completely separated him from these mundane things.

His black robes, like the ravens of death, carried a chilling oppressive force with every step he took, like massive stones weighing heavily on the hearts of everyone present, plunging them into the abyss of despair.

The wolf pack erupted in a frenzy, howling fiercely.

All living things have the instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm.

They could sense the fear transmitted from the soul. They were puzzled as to why they, who were now immortal, felt so afraid.

Without the Sicilian lady's order, the thugs around her simultaneously raised their explosive crossbow bolts.

Their foreheads were covered with fine beads of sweat, and their bodies were trembling.

Under this eerie atmosphere and immense pressure, their minds were on the verge of collapse, and they attempted to shoot the strange man.