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“Young Demon Lord, we admit we underestimated you before.”

"We will remember everything that happened today, and you will regret it one day!"

As long as the green hills remain, there's no fear of running out of firewood!

The Lord of Wolves wasn't stupid. The enemy had clearly come prepared. If they continued to drag this out, they might all perish here. It would be better to go back and get reinforcements!

"return!"

Just two words, yet they carry an undeniable authority.

Noticing the man's actions, all the wolves disregarded them.

Is this mere Sarkaz magic going to try and keep us here?

But their laughter soon faded. The collapse was imminent, and a darkness thicker than night instantly swallowed the fleeing wolves.

They discovered they had lost their senses; their proud bodies and fangs no longer belonged to them; a wave of fear instantly overwhelmed them.

When they came to their senses, the familiar scenery was still around them.

They returned to their original spot.

Undeterred, they charged forward with all their might, and the surging black mist instantly filled everyone's vision.

Within seconds they were back in the same spot.

No matter how hard they struggle, they cannot escape this space and time.

"You've come into contact with the energy of that space!!"

They no longer possessed their former arrogance; fear, a feeling that had resurfaced in the souls of these beast lords after a long period of time.

Shen Lin didn't expect that he had really come to the right place this time. Otherwise, if these wolf lords had split up and hidden themselves, it would have been difficult to find them one by one, even if they were dead souls.

"Catch them all, don't let a single one escape!"

Amidst the wolves' howls, the enormous undead spirit swiftly impaled them all into the seal of the bone nails.

Shen Lin revealed a satisfied smile, because he noticed that dozens of black mists had appeared around the bone nail in the dead soul's hand.

I just don't know if it will last long in a stove.

The wolf pack... wiped out so easily?

Madame Sicily was completely stunned. Her eyes widened in disbelief.

The black figure walked up to her without any further hindrance.

Under her stunned gaze, the other person slowly spoke.

"Surrender, this is your last chance."

"A blood debt must be repaid with blood... Although your past actions were abhorrent, I greatly admire the rule you have established!"

“Syracuse, as the place where the reconstruction of Kazdel began, you should feel honored.”

Chapter Fifty-Seven: A Flourishing Array of Stars, Shining Like Torches

Advance! Occupy! Hunt! Escape!

Amidst the flames of war and the billowing smoke, this brutal conflict resembled an endless cat-and-mouse game.

The Sarkaz warriors charged forward like a surging tide, unstoppable and resolute.

The hastily erected defenses of the Syracuse family's henchmen were as fragile as paper in the face of this steel torrent, and were breached in an instant, utterly powerless to stop the rolling offensive.

Blood stained the earth, the stench of decay filled the air, and dirges sang softly in the wind.

These three colors of despair spread rapidly from three directions across the country, leaving behind devastation and loss of life wherever they went, as if the end of the world had already arrived.

On this tragic night, countless families that once controlled Syracuse were wiped out.

The Sarkaz landed in the city under the cover of darkness and advanced until dawn, by which time most of Syracuse had fallen.

The two sides are not evenly matched in terms of combat strength.

Influenced by ideological trends, and given the combat environment provided by the main battlefield, they were able to fight.

The Sarkaz were like mighty war gods, and no defense could withstand their charge.

The steel fence was easily trampled, the disciplined defense line was effortlessly breached, and the insurmountable wall collapsed with a roar.

If someone were to look down over the entire city of Syracuse, they would see one side marching forward triumphantly, while the other side is constantly being pushed back into deeper corners.

At that moment, a long and loud whistle rang out throughout Syracuse.

With the sound of the whistle, the family members who were still resisting were all stunned, and then one by one they put down their weapons.

Syracuse surrendered.

In truth, their will had long since given up resistance; they only clung tightly to their weapons for the sake of pride.

Now that the order to surrender has been issued, the tension they've been holding onto has finally snapped.

Their communications were cut off, their defenses were destroyed, and their morale was crushed.

Under the planned attacks of numerous royal courts, Syracuse was completely rendered incapable of resistance in just a few hours.

Everyone underestimated the strength of these Sarkaz.

……

The 250250 prototype simulator woke up; actually, it was woken up by noise.

During its hibernation, it felt as if a box had been opened, with messages being constantly being stuffed inside.

This surprised it greatly. It remembered that it hadn't been long since the last time it met its host, so why did it suddenly erupt like this?

After all, simulators are calculated based on simulated worlds, and sometimes they can even enter a hibernation mode to spend an entire world. The situation of this host is extremely rare.

250250 felt very excited while trying out the simulator.

Wow, this host is incredibly powerful!

It quickly opened the notification, ready to see what surprises its host had brought it!

[Warning! Anna, the secondary target of our rescue, has died due to a direct cause of death from the host. The completion score has been slightly adjusted.]

[Warning! The secondary rescue target, Ireya, has died due to direct causes to the host. The completion score has been slightly adjusted.]

[Warning! The secondary rescue target, Heloy, has died due to a direct cause to the host. The completion score has been slightly adjusted.]

……

【…】

Sizzle—snap!

With a flash of electricity, the small ball of light seemed to shut down instantly, and a wisp of smoke rose from its head.

I must be still sleepy, that must be it!!

[Waaaaah!! Host! I need to contact the host!]

[Warning! Due to your violation of the rules in your last interaction with the host, simulator number 250250, which seriously affected the fair simulation environment, your speech in this simulated world is now restricted.]

On the other side, Shen Lin, who was preparing to give a speech at the political center of Syracuse, suddenly felt a constant beeping sound in his mind.

"What is this system babbling on and on about?!"

Despite receiving the prompts in his mind, Shen Lin was completely unable to receive the information being conveyed by the other party.

However, judging from the flashing message, Shen Lin could also sense the other party's excitement.

However, there is indeed reason to be excited! To bring Syracuse to surrender within a few hours is a feat that would delight any royal representative who has lived for countless years.

After all, this was arguably the most glorious moment for the Sarkaz people in recent centuries.

In the past, they always blamed the suffering of their people on the mistakes of the Sarkaz, using external conflicts to resolve internal conflicts.

Now they are all preoccupied with their own internal affairs, and they remain silent when attacked.

Even if they were to reorganize the coalition, the size of the force they could muster is another question.

Both Kazdel and Syracuse have very limited natural resources; one is not self-sufficient, and the other is barely self-sufficient.

They are a pair of dragons and phoenixes, elder brother, don't laugh at your younger brother.

The purpose of war is never war itself, but rather the redistribution of resources.

At this critical moment when nobles from various countries are about to launch a coup, how many grand dukes are willing to use armed force to tackle this hard nut to crack, which has little value?

When everyone knows you're poor, no one will ask you for money.

But the system must be very happy right now!

A slight smile involuntarily appeared on Shen Lin's cold and stern face.

Led by the pardoner, he slowly ascended the high platform of Syracuse Square.

Lines of soldiers, like steel-forged ramparts, stood in perfect order on Syracuse's grandest square.

The man stood tall and proud on a high platform not far away.

An irrepressible excitement surged in the eyes of every Sarkaz, their burning gazes all focused on him.

The wind howled, and at this moment, standing before them was a true hero!

"Friends, compatriots, I am very happy to be here to give this speech!"

"Because the moment we stand here signifies that history has remembered us, that we have won!!"

"We have successfully upheld the dignity of the Sarkaz people! We have conquered Syracuse!!"

In that instant, a thunderous roar of cheers erupted, the sound seemingly piercing the clouds and shaking down the stars.

The Sarkaz people raised their arms high, their weapons gleaming coldly, yet enveloped in the fervor of victory, transforming them into symbols of glory.

Shen Lin raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet. The noise in the square seemed to be suppressed by an invisible hand, instantly subsiding, leaving only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the military flags.

"Since the Empire rejected our race, Kazdel has been plunged into an endless dark age. They have oppressed our living space and driven us to that desolate and barren land!"

“We endured all these hardships, naively believing that this would bring the Sarkaz people years of peace and happiness.”

"However, what we received in return was not understanding, but even more intense oppression!!"

"They have repeatedly invaded our homeland, they have slandered our compatriots with baseless accusations, and they have used the guise of cooperation to squeeze every last drop of value out of us!!"

"Our trust in them has been met with betrayal time and time again."

"But this land has never experienced an insurmountable winter!"

"Now, raise our flag!!"

With a man's voice.

At the control center, the banners representing the family and Syracuse were lowered and replaced with banners symbolizing Kazdel.

Sunlight streamed into the square, illuminating every face flushed with excitement; the light seemed to drape them in a golden armor.

Under this glorious light, the Sarkaz warriors embraced one another, tears mingling with sweat, streaming down their faces and dripping onto the newly conquered land, as if telling tales of past suffering and present glory.

When Kazdel's banners flew once more, even the strongest warriors shed tears.

"Discriminators always lurk in dark corners, forming cliques; they can never stand the sunlight!"

"They call us villains, so we earn their hatred!"

"The Sarkaz have a bad habit of calling what destroys our happiness 'fate'!!"

"We have no choice but to fight! We must fight! Even though we have nothing in our hands, we will use our only movable fingers to deliver a fatal blow, and bite their throats with our sharp teeth!!"

"Only tears can drown out tears, and only hardship can overcome hardship!"

"If it can bring the Sarkaz a clean world, what does it matter if we get our hands dirty?"

"Our journey is not about invasion, but about reclaiming our trampled dignity and reclaiming our glory!"

"The land of Syracuse has witnessed our rise today, and in the future, it will become the cornerstone for us to stride towards a wider world!"

Countless Sarkaz raised their right fists, their thick, powerful arms standing straight up towards the sky like a steel jungle.

Countless surging emotions gathered in their hearts, and they tore at their throats, the sound initially a low roar emanating from the depths of their chests, then coalescing together.

"For victory!!"