Save the simulator and make Sarkaz great again!

The sound pierced the air, penetrated the streets and alleys of Syracuse, and reached the hearts of those who had once discriminated against and oppressed them.

Madame Sicily stared blankly at the black figure standing on the high platform.

She was struck by the almost palpable fire in the eyes of each Sarkaz man; she felt that if that man gave the order, their advance would not stop, even if it were a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire ahead.

At that moment, she found the order she had always been seeking.

Ironically, this was found in her enemies.

At this moment, she finally understood where Syracuse had failed.

……

Her ruby-like eyes gazed intently up at the straight figure on the stage.

In Ramalen's memory, the previous two kings were among the few kings in Kazdel's history who had actually accomplished something.

She never imagined that such a shining morning star would be born among the banshee race.

There are no coincidences on this land; if a person desires something, they will eventually obtain it.

That was the will of all the Sarkaz who led him here.

The heroes who march forward stand tall in the long river of time.

He led the Sarkaz to look up at the starry sky called Hope.

The Sarkaz also looked up to him as the morning star.

To guide all Sarkaz forward.

"Twinkling stars, shining brightly like torches!"

Chapter 58 "To pacify external enemies, one must first secure internal stability" (Part 1)

Letania

This country, which represents music and law, is filled with the atmosphere of art and culture in every different region, but... a few recent events have left them in a state of utter chaos.

Firstly, the death of Elector Franz made the other electors even more wary of this capricious witch king.

Because of a government decree, the souls of those ministers summoned in the dead of night were slowly torn apart by his melody.

From then on, all his subjects prostrated themselves at the foot of the steps, not daring to move, while he didn't even bother to look down at them.

Secondly, many strange and bizarre things have happened in various regions of Letania. It is said that mysterious shadowy figures roam the streets of Letania at night.

If someone responds to its dialogue, it will eat that person and transform into that person's appearance.

The mysterious disappearances of people and the bizarre madness of the Letanians have dealt a huge blow to the stability of the various regions.

It is said that even the Jin Law Guards were helpless in dealing with this matter, and the story became increasingly fantastical.

As for the third matter, it is also the most urgent matter at present.

They received a plea for help from Syracuse, who had once been one of them, and all the electors sat at the conference table in silence.

Syracuse was suddenly attacked by Kazdel because Syracuse openly provoked Kazdel and issued a declaration of war.

Although this matter is very strange, they cannot use public opinion to coerce those demons until they have obtained valid evidence.

When Syracuse was in dire straits and needed Letania to make a decision, the Witch King entered... "Do Not Disturb" mode.

The Letanian decision-maker refused to accept any important reports or urgent letters, and he secluded himself in the tower, remaining silent.

If Franz hadn't recently used his blood to remind all the electors that the king's majesty remained inviolable, perhaps everyone would have thought he had quietly passed away in the tower.

After the Elector of Franz was summoned by the Emperor without a word, all the Electors remained silent about it.

The question now is, who should lead this reinforcement effort? How many people should be sent? And who should be sent?

The electors looked at each other at the conference table, none of them able to come up with an effective resolution that would convince the crowd.

No one wants to become the second Franz. For them, the threat posed by the Witch King is far greater than that of the demons.

The war between the Sarkaz and Syracuse was a minor matter to them; what mattered to them was the attitude represented by the Witch King.

After all, those Sarkaz people couldn't possibly invade Letania, could they?

As for Syracuse, to put it bluntly...

Although this country was once a part of the golden symphony, an indispensable part of it.

However, since it became independent and the Witch King perfected the new Golden Melody, the relationship between Letania and Syracuse has become a mere formality.

Without the Witch King's permission and order, who would dare to send troops in this critical moment?

Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish.

This tyrant's actions perfectly exemplify this statement.

"How about this, let them delay those demons as much as possible, and we will provide them with the necessary military equipment assistance."

Chapter 59 "To Resist External Aggression, One Must First Secure Internal Peace" (Part 2)

"Even visiting just two of the cities in a few hours would be a struggle!"

"And something seems off about the strength of these demons. Were they this strong before?"

At this moment, all the electors looked at each other in bewilderment, but no one could answer their questions.

Not long ago they were discussing how to send troops, but now they don't even need military aid.

The conference room fell into a brief silence.

"What are your opinions, everyone..."

At this moment, the Elector of Shitongling District stepped forward, and his words immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Although Lord Herhunzoren has made many contributions to Letania in the past, he has never cared about Letania's development. It is difficult to judge right and wrong."

"Now the Sarkaz are already at the gates of Syracuse, yet Lord Herhunzoren has made no comment on the matter, which has alienated the people of Letania."

"I don't understand! Why is everyone here worried that the demons can threaten Letania's safety, as if this battle is destined to be disastrous for us?!"

"Forty years ago, we faced the cannon fire of Gaul head-on and began the War of the Four Emperors, ultimately restoring Letania's former glory!"

"The Gallic cannons did not frighten us, so how could these demons be more troublesome than the Gallic people of the past?"

These words immediately drew nods of approval from the electors.

A single word can awaken a person from a dream.

All the electors were just astonished by the speed at which Kazdel conquered Syracuse. Upon closer reflection, however, these two places have very few resources and little strategic significance, and are worlds apart from the former Gaul.

Having experienced the grand spectacle of the Four Emperors' battle, they naturally wouldn't be intimidated by the current situation.

“In order to fight against the outside world, we must first settle down at home!”

"If we go on this expedition in the name of protecting the people of Letania, the people will welcome us wholeheartedly. We will truly have the perfect timing. The vibrant energy and flourishing life of all things are still vivid in our minds!"

"At the same time, we can send envoys to neighboring countries to seek diplomatic support, at least to ensure that they do not take advantage of the situation when the war begins."

"Let's first appease the demons with a peace agreement. Once our internal situation is stable, we can launch a surprise attack and catch them completely off guard!"

Upon hearing this, the gloom in the hearts of all the electors was instantly dispelled.

"That's it! That's it!!"

……

No one knows the immense pressure this so-called tyrant is under at this moment.

In that mysterious and perilous space, he was like a ruler emerging from the abyss of darkness.

Helhunzoren, though his reputation in Letania is mixed, no one can question his legendary strength.

Since discovering that new space inspired by his old friend Fremont, his strength has reached a whole new level.

But... everything has a price to pay for gains and losses. When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.

Because he opened a portal between reality and the warp, the energy of the warp would then dissipate into the real world—the whole of Letania—through this portal.

To prevent this from happening, he created a small world within this space where he could move freely. He projected his consciousness into this space, building a kingdom of consciousness.

Chapter Sixty He is a teacher

Victoria

This is a well-known college in Lentinium, where a middle-aged teacher is packing his course materials and luggage.

Today he submitted his resignation to the college, and now he is preparing to embark on his journey back to his hometown.

Few people knew he was a Sarkaz because he had smoothed out his hated horns, which allowed him to settle down in the bustling city.

But is it all worth it?

When Victoria's textbooks distort or even fabricate the Sarkaz's criminal history, he shares the students' hatred with them.

When a Sarkaz person who had fled to Victoria was humiliated by the locals, he would laugh along with them.

Every action he takes against his conscience is a questioning of the meaning of his existence.

Any sound soul that questions the meaning of existence will inevitably feel lost.

There was an armband on his desk, and when he tidied it up, he paused slightly in his movements.

As he gently stroked the armband, his gaze gradually hardened, as if he had thought of something.

This is the armband of the Sarkaz Democratic Union.

As he was packing his things, a figure slowly pushed open the door and entered.

This is a young woman with a unique temperament.

A well-tailored black suit jacket, with its sharp lines outlining her slender figure, exudes competence and a dashing air.

The teacher paused briefly, but did not turn around; he continued tidying up his belongings, large and small.

"Why do you suddenly want to resign? Are you dissatisfied with the benefits here?"

In response to the question, the middle-aged teacher simply sighed softly.

He had met this Philin before, which allowed him to come to this bustling city from Kazdel under an assumed name.

She promised him most of the wealth and status that even the Sarkaz could not possess, but in exchange, he had to gather intelligence for her.

He thought his life would just pass by uneventfully like this.

Now, he has found something more meaningful to him.

“I didn’t expect you to come here, Kal’tsit.”

"I just miss my hometown and want to go back and see it."

There was one thing he didn't mention: there were more than twenty teachers who went back with him this time. Some of them were already famous and successful, while others were unknown. But they all had one thing in common: they were Sarkaz people.

Most people are like fallen leaves, floating and tumbling in the air, eventually collapsing helplessly to the ground.

However, a very small number of people are like stars moving along a predetermined orbit.

Their hearts follow a predetermined path, untouched by the fickle winds of fate.

Upon hearing this, Kal'tsit simply shook her head slightly.

"Exposing yourself to the judgment of others is the root of anxiety and doubt."

"You have already escaped suffering, so why are you still clinging to this blood-soaked homeland?"

He hesitated for only a moment at Kal'tsit's words.

“In my heart, there has always been a quiet pain, because I am a Sarkaz.”

“I thought that the liberation I needed was to get away from that desolate and miserable place called Kazdel, so I changed my name and even abandoned my past to come here.”

Chapter Sixty-One: Sarkaz Diplomacy

雷姆必拓

The wind and sand howled outside the mine, swirling up clouds of yellow sand as if to swallow the whole world.