Save the simulator and make Sarkaz great again!

A soft laugh echoed in the damp night.

The man simply raised his hand slightly, made a gun gesture, and then pointed it at his head.

As if drawn by some force, to Madame Sicily's astonishment, the thugs all turned their explosive crossbow bolts toward themselves.

Madame Sicily was unable to stop them in time; she could clearly see the fear and disbelief on the faces of the thugs.

"boom--"

Amidst the sounds of explosions, the scent of blood and Originium gunpowder filled the air beneath the rain, creating a gruesome scene.

"This is a weak will that has not been tested by blood and fire."

“Syracuse, a place of sorrow, and you, too, a place of sorrow.”

"Perhaps when future generations describe this war, they will pity you and be disappointed in you."

Chapter 56 You should feel honored by this

Deric is a family of moderate size in Syracuse. Although it has to defer to the Twelve Families, it can command some smaller families.

The Derekley family controls certain gambling establishments in the city and has made a fortune over the years.

If it weren't for the rules set by Madame de Sicily's Grey Hall, he would have already begun to expand his ambitions.

Just as his master, Derek, was enjoying the night view, a hurried footstep interrupted his enjoyment, and his confidant rushed in, his face filled with panic.

"Master! Something terrible has happened! The demons have rioted!! They've broken in!!"

Demon?

Derek was puzzled because his city was far from other cities; he had only heard the explosion but didn't know exactly what had happened.

Although those demons were indeed terrifyingly large, most of the demons in Syracuse had already fled back when Letania attacked Victoria.

What can the remaining scattered Sarkaz possibly do in Syracuse?

He seemed to remember something and was overjoyed.

"Summon all the thugs in our family immediately! Oh, and call Ramons too!"

"Once we deal with these demons, then we can..."

Upon realizing that the head of the family had misunderstood, this trusted confidant became extremely anxious.

"They're not the demons from Syracuse before; they're from Kazdel. They've invaded Syracuse!"

Upon hearing this, Derekry was slightly taken aback. Although Letania and Victoria had been advocating the Sarkaz threat theory, he did not believe in these political claims at all.

If the other side were really that powerful, would they have stayed in that godforsaken Kazdel for so long?

After witnessing Columbia's development, he completely disregarded these demons.

People need to go out and explore more to broaden their horizons and develop a better perspective!

In his mind, Kazdel was just a poor, remote place.

Upon hearing his confidant's report, he initially thought he had missed something in the conversation, but seeing the genuine expression on the other's face, he gradually accepted the fact.

But his heart was still filled with doubts.

They have no territory, no people, so how dare they attack Syracuse!

Where are they now?

"They've already entered Lennis and are expected to arrive here soon."

"Why so fast?!"

What is the Bernardo family doing?

In Derek's memory, passing through Lennis's defenses required traversing the territory controlled by the Bernardo family, one of the twelve families. He had witnessed the power and ruthlessness of the family head.

If what his confidant said is true, then this group of Sarkaz people are not fighting or attacking at all, but are just taking a sightseeing tour in a sightseeing vehicle!

"Master, perhaps... we should retreat quickly!"

Seemingly shocked by this terrifying battle report, the confidant became somewhat submissive.

Derekley was furious upon hearing this. He saw this as an opportunity for his Derekley family to directly advance to the ranks of the Twelve Families, at which point they would no longer need to be beholden to these powerful figures.

"What retreat! Fight to the death!!"

"You think a mere demon can scare you to death? We've seen demons in Syracuse before!"

"If they were really that powerful, Syracuse would have changed hands long ago!"

"Besides! Syracuse today is no longer the Syracuse of the past!"

"If they dare to invade, we will make sure they never return!"

Just as the confidant was about to say something, another henchman rushed in in a panic.

"Master! They're here!! They're here!!"

Derek was overjoyed upon hearing this.

"Well done!"

"Immediately! Immediately!! Notify everyone to prepare for battle!!"

At Derek's command, all the thugs were stunned for a moment, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Under Dereklina's scorching gaze, the group reluctantly began fiddling with their equipment.

The clanging of metal broke the silence, like a helpless prelude.

By the time they had gathered at the entrance of the manor, there were already dozens of people standing scattered around.

The moonlight shone down, illuminating their solemn faces and the cold gleam of their weapons.

Just then, the army of carrion eaters surged in like a black torrent.

Dozens of spirit banners floated in the air, silent and ghostly, yet menacing. Wherever they passed, the land became barren and lifeless, as if mercilessly slashed by the scythe of death.

"Fire arrows! Fire arrows!!"

A roar, like a thunderclap, shattered the oppressive atmosphere.

Dozens of specially designed explosive crossbow bolts, carrying with them both hope and fear, whistled as they flew towards the spirit banner in mid-air.

In that instant, it was as if time itself stood still.

However, as the smoke slowly dissipated, everyone's hearts sank to the bottom.

The spirit banner remained floating there intact, as if the fatal attack was nothing more than a gentle breeze.

They even slowly turned their heads, their gazes seemingly filled with doubt and mockery, as they turned to the small group of resistance fighters at the manor gate.

Silence fell again, with only the heavy breathing of the crowd echoing in the night air.

Derek looked up and saw the situation before him. His head suddenly buzzed, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, and he froze on the spot.

A sword aura carrying a bone-corroding aura swept in like a black lightning bolt, slashing fiercely at the loosely assembled line of thugs.

Those powers that Derekley once considered his pride were as fragile as paper under the sharp sword energy.

Before they could even utter a scream, their bodies withered away like fallen flowers, turning into dust in an instant, merging into the soil, and becoming fertilizer to nourish the earth.

The spirit banner moved through the air like a ghost, and no one could escape its pursuit.

In a short while, the once somewhat large group of fighters scattered like withered leaves in a storm, leaving only a few thugs struggling to hold on.

Derek stood frozen, his eyes vacant and lifeless, his mind a complete blank. The battle, like a fleeting nightmare, had ended before he could even process it.

At this critical moment, there were indeed brave individuals who stepped forward.

Derek's surviving confidants quickly slashed open his white shirt with a dagger, and his knees buckled as he knelt before the army of carrion eaters.

"I surrender! My lord! I surrender!! I know where the patriarch's estate is hidden!" (Sarkaz's words)

……

If the complete Golden Melody were available at this moment, would the situation be reversed?

Looking at the Syracuseans who were powerless to resist in the hands of the men, the question involuntarily came to Madame Sicily's mind.

Syracuse has become estranged from Letania. The Syracuse part in the Golden Melody is silent, and there will be noise in the chorus, which will greatly weaken the power of the Golden Melody.

Syracuse's secession was not accidental but inevitable.

Because wolves represent the wilderness, wolves represent solitude, wolves represent wildness.

A pack of wolves and a herd of domesticated sheep and deer are naturally incompatible.

Madame Sicily can now place all her hopes on these wolves.

Family feuds are undoubtedly a joke on the real battlefield of blood and fire.

A black crown appeared above the man's head, and an ominous atmosphere immediately filled the entire area.

“If your comfort is born from the suffering of the Sarkaz, then I will erase that injustice along with you.”

"This is my highest aspiration, and also all my sins!"

Although the man had a smile on his face, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

"Demon Lord!"

The Wolves were initially startled, but then overjoyed, for they knew that whoever defeated the man before them would be able to stop the advance of the Sarkaz.

The wolf that defeats him will undoubtedly become their leader.

“You have broken the rules here, Syracuse. This is not a place for you to set foot!”

"Take your people and go back to your own corner!"

A gust of cold wind was approaching, and the huge wolf head launched an attack on Shen Lin with fierce power. It was so impatient that it could already see the wolf lord's crown beckoning to it!

But at that moment, a sudden change occurred.

From a dense, inky darkness, a gigantic hand suddenly emerged. The hand seemed to be formed from endless darkness, each finger as thick as a stone pillar, its nails sharp and gleaming with a cold, eerie light, as if it could easily tear through space.

By the time the charging wolf lord realized something was wrong, it was too late. Its body was suddenly grabbed by a giant hand, and amidst a few whimpers, a silver light fiercely pinned it down.

Behind Shen Lin, a huge figure gradually solidified, holding a massive bone nail in its hand, as if countless souls were struggling and wailing there, with a dense sense of foreboding almost overflowing.

The Spirit-Binding Bone is an artifact created by the original undead spirits as they gathered their brethren throughout Terra. This bone nail is specifically designed to prevent the escape of spirits.

This sudden turn of events shocked all the wolf lords, who knew that since they had no physical form, they would not truly die.

No attack can harm them unless they use their own power to solidify into a physical form.

This thing... is very strange!

These beast lords sensed the aura emanating from this dead soul. They could feel that the other party was very similar to their own existence, but there were also some differences.

The wolves exchanged glances. They knew they had met their match today. If they wanted to attack the man behind them, they had to get rid of this troublesome dead spirit first!

Their forms roamed in mid-air, like a hundred ghosts walking in the night.

Their forms shifted erratically in mid-air, like a hundred ghosts wandering in the dark night, eerie and mysterious.

A thick black fog spread out, completely concealing them and making them difficult to discern.

They transformed into streaks of black lightning, swiftly lunging at the dead soul and biting down hard on its body.

In an instant, the dead souls were surrounded by these wolf lords and seemed to be in dire straits.

The wolves held tightly to the dead soul's body, each wolf's eyes gleaming with ferocity, their sharp teeth seemingly intent on tearing it apart inch by inch, utterly shattering this obstacle.

The texture is wrong!

They suddenly realized that they couldn't budge the huge shadow even an inch with their strength. Sensing the rising aura within it, the wolf pack saw the situation was bad and prepared to retreat.

But, it's too late.

"Burn the rebels! Burn them! Burn them!!"

A towering flame erupted from the dead spirit's body, instantly destroying the darkness surrounding it.

This was a raging fire that directly scorched the soul. The dead spirit paid no heed to the wails of these beast lords. Each time it swung the bone nail in its hand, the hatred on it was filled with even more.

One by one, the unruly beast lords were trapped by the bone nails in its hands.

This sudden turn of events stunned the remaining wolf lords. They hadn't expected their opponent to be so ferocious, and at that moment, the thought of retreating began to take root in their hearts.