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"What we need is not cars, but highly mobile combat capabilities for our landing troops."

"In this way, we can use this to block the enemy's retreat route and disintegrate their manpower during combat."

Before Theresis could recover, Shen Lin's fingers were lightly tapping on the production capacity data of the car factory on the report.

"As for the remaining civilian car factories, let them ramp up production at full capacity."

"A factory is a good thing that can feed every Sarkaz person. Besides, I think every Sarkaz person should have their own car."

“They can voluntarily mortgage a small portion of their fixed salary each month, and in just a few years, they will be able to own their own car!”

His move is tantamount to issuing a blank check with the country's credit to raise funds. On the one hand, it can boost factory production, and on the other hand, it can prevent a large amount of domestic assets from flowing abroad.

Furthermore, this also provides economic support for the research and material needs of the military industry.

Upon hearing Shen Lin's words, Therese's pupils suddenly contracted, and the expression on her face gradually changed from initial doubt to shock, and finally turned into an uncontrollable fervor.

His breathing quickened, as if Shen Lin's grand vision had ignited a fire within him. He had never imagined that this young demon king not only harbored ambitions to conquer the land, but also possessed the foresight to change the fate of the entire Sarkaz people.

"Every...every Sarkaz person owns a car?"

Therese's voice trembled slightly, as if she were confirming that she had not misheard.

Shen Lin's lips curled up slightly, a confident smile on his face.

“That’s right, Theresis. It’s not just about meeting their material needs, but also about making them feel that Kazdel is no longer that poor, backward country.”

"Nothing is more convincing than something you have in your hands."

“I once reached this position with their support, and now it’s time for me to fulfill my promise.”

"We will fulfill our promise of milk and bread for them very soon."

"And the next step is that everyone who works will receive something!"

"We want every Sarkaz person to be able to live with their head held high, possessing their own dignity and future."

His fingers tapped lightly on the table, the rhythm steady and powerful.

“In the past, we always struggled with where to set up Kazdel’s defenses, but now we no longer need to worry about that.”

"When every Sarkaz fights to protect their homeland, the entire land becomes our defense line."

Chapter Sixty-Three: The So-Called Conquest

Syracuse's surrender was not only a territorial cession, but also the submission of a steel behemoth.

As this colossal entity, composed of twenty-two mobile cities, slowly turned around and moved towards Kazdel under the control of the Sarkaz engineers.

The sound of gears meshing thundered across the wasteland, and for a moment the border sentries of Kazdel almost thought a natural disaster had struck.

"They...they brought the whole city back!"

The Sarkaz soldier on the watchtower trembled as he raised his binoculars.

"We...we won!!"

The moment Syracuse openly provoked Kazdel, the Sarkaz Democratic Union informed all the Sarkaz people in Kazdel via radio.

Domestic enthusiasm and desire for war have reached a new level, and Ersula completed mobilization immediately to ensure the logistical needs of the war.

But no one expected that the battle would end so quickly.

In their eyes, Syracuse's mobile base spewed steam and Originium dust, its massive tracks grinding across the cracked earth, carving deep grooves several meters into the ground on every inch.

The remaining Syracuse emblem on the city walls has not been erased, but the flag of Kazdel with its black background and red stripes is now flying at the highest point.

Kazdel, the largest settlement, was abuzz with excitement. Word spread and people flocked to the distant hills, watching the mechanical city, comparable to a mountain range, approach inch by inch.

Excited shouts echoed throughout Kazdel.

They hugged each other, high-fived in celebration, and the whole of Kazdel was immersed in a sea of ​​jubilation, every corner filled with the joy and pride of victory.

In previous wars, the Sarkaz had fought with all their might, suffering heavy casualties, just to barely hold onto their land.

When they received news of the war, their hearts were still heavy, and they were ready to rush to the battlefield at any time.

In the past, around this time, it wouldn't be long before the Military Commission would expand the conscription, and they would step onto the eternal battlefield to fight against the enemy's steel behemoths.

Death will not be their final destination; their will and spirit will live on on this land.

But no Sarkaz would ever imagine that one day they could completely defeat a nation in a short period of time, even if that nation was not among the top in Terra.

The royal army's swift defeat of Syracuse, which shocked Terra, instilled in the Sarkaz of Kazdel a great sense of confidence and pride.

This was a miracle in their eyes, even though they had witnessed one miracle after another.

Cheers surged like a tidal wave towards the victorious army.

A Sarkaz soldier threw a captured Syracuse flag into the crowd.

The moment the flag was unfurled in the air, the cheers turned into a frenzied roar—the silk cloth embroidered with the silver wolf totem was torn to shreds by countless hands, as if the pride of Syracuse had vanished with it.

Shen Lin stood on the terrace at the highest point of the city wall, the black crown gleaming faintly on his forehead.

He saw that every face that was turned up was flushed with a sickly red, and every pair of arms raised was trembling.

This is both a celebration of victory and a sign of their pride in being Sarkaz.

Did you see that?

Leader of the Pardoners

Quesatushta's voice rang out behind him, his voice also filled with barely suppressed emotion.

"The war has never ended, but we have never stopped resisting."

"They finally believed that the Sarkaz could conquer, not just be conquered."

"..."

The man remained silent, and a gentle breeze lifted the hem of his black coat.

The black crown glowed eerily on his forehead, as if it had become one with his soul. His gaze pierced through the bustling crowd, overlooking the entire Kazdel.

He could clearly see the face of every Sarkaz man—faces brimming with the joy of victory, yet also bearing a deep-seated weariness and scars.

He gently lifted his fingers, a faint halo of light emanating from the fingertips, as if drawn from the power of stars in the void.

As he moved, the halo gradually expanded, transforming into a soft stream of light that slowly flowed down into the crowd below.

The light flowed like an invisible river, passing through the cheering crowd, brushing against their bodies, and bringing a warm and sacred power.

"A miracle...it's a miracle!!"

A gasp suddenly erupted from the crowd, followed by a chorus of more voices.

The wounds of those workers who were injured in the war began to heal at a visible rate.

The once gruesome wounds gradually closed, the bleeding stopped, and the skin became smooth again; even the hidden injuries accumulated from long-term battles were completely healed at this moment.

"My wound is healed! My wound is healed!!"

An elderly worker excitedly lifted his shirt, revealing a chest covered in scars—he had once been a mercenary, and his comrades, who were responsible for treating his wounds, had determined that he had only a few years to live.

Death is the destiny of every Sarkaz mercenary.

He only regretted that he couldn't witness Kazdel's revival.

Now, those scars had vanished without a trace, as if they had never existed. Tears welled in his eyes, and his voice trembled as he murmured words of unbelievable gratitude, which were drowned out by the shouts of the crowd.

“From now on, I will dedicate everything to Kazdel…”

Not only did the injuries heal, but the aura also brought about an increase in strength.

The Sarkaz warriors felt a surge of power within them, as if endless energy was coursing through their veins.

Their muscles became more solid, their bones more resilient, and even their breathing became deeper and more powerful.

This power was not only physical, but also spiritual—they felt an unprecedented confidence and courage, as if all enemies would be annihilated in the face of this power.

"It's the Demon King!! He's the one who bestowed this blessing upon us!!"

A more frenzied cheer erupted from the crowd, with countless hands raised high towards the sky, as if to touch the sacred halo.

Women tossed the cloth in their hands into the air, children jumped around, and the elderly prayed silently, their eyes filled with piety and reverence.

Their knees had barely touched the ground, as if they were about to offer a devout hymn to this land that had borne countless hardships, when an invisible force gently lifted them up.

It's like the whisper of the earth, and like the comfort of the sky.

They looked up, tears welling in their eyes, blurring their vision. The sunlight was blocked by that figure, casting a deep shadow, as if time itself had frozen at that moment.

Everyone raised their right fists in unison, as if a resonance bursting from the depths of their hearts, or as if the symphony of fate had reached its climax at this moment.

His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force, as if he wanted to concentrate all his hope, all his anger, and all his beliefs into this moment.

"For victory!!"

The roar exploded like a volcanic eruption, the sound like thunder in the air, carrying an almost divine power, piercing through the clouds and echoing under the sky.

Even the air was trembling, and fragments of the flag swirled upwards with the dust, like a reversed black and red snowstorm.

Tears and shouts mingled, faith and strength resonated. At this moment, they were no longer isolated individuals, but a whole, an inseparable nation, and an empire on the verge of rising.

Unnoticed by anyone, thin threads rose from their bodies, converging towards Shen Lin.

The stars within his body began to revolve again, and the central star greedily devoured this newborn energy.

Feeling the power within him growing stronger once again, Shen Lin's gaze remained calm and undisturbed, but a ripple stirred within his heart.

He knew that this gift of power was not just a celebration of victory, but a promise to the Sarkaz for the future.

At this moment, Kazdel is not just a city, but a symbol—a symbol of the rise of the Sarkaz.

Looking back at the dumbfounded pardoner beside him, and noticing Shen Lin's gaze, he quickly and respectfully lowered his head.

The man lifted his finger slightly, as if plucking an invisible string, and countless grains of sand rose from the ground, like golden dust swept up by the wind, gathering in front of them to form a floating map of Terra.

Each grain of sand trembled in a deep blue aura, outlining the winding rivers and rugged mountains of the Terra continent, eventually coalescing into a defensive array gleaming with golden light—the ironclad defense line that the Empire was proud of.

At this moment, however, it sways on the gravelly map like withered grass waiting to be cut.

Quesatushta's breathing froze.

He saw the outline of his homeland, Kazdel, burning in the sand map, its black and red territory encroaching on the surrounding blurred borders.

"Quesatushta, do you see this golden expanse? Their defensive artillery arrays are as dense as ears of wheat... but now, in our eyes, they are nothing more than Akita fields waiting to be harvested."

Even with his years of experience, Quesatushta was shocked by the man's move. He stared at the map, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Your abilities are so profound that you can visualize the enemy's plans to this extent... Are you planning to start another war?"

Having witnessed countless destructions and rebirths of Kazdel, he knew very well what such an ability meant on the battlefield.

If such power had been in the hands of any of the Demon Lords throughout history, Kazdel's current situation might be very different.

Shen Lin raised his hand to interrupt, and the black crown suddenly shone with a ghostly light.

"Why do you think the Lateran cavalry and the Letanian Golden Law Guard and fleet are holding back?"

"They are waiting, waiting for us to get carried away by victory, waiting for us to keep pushing forward regardless of everything."

"But since they want to wait, let's let them continue to wait."

"Syracusa's gift is enough to support our development for a period of time. Those arrogant countries will soon witness the terror of investing all their national resources into military and heavy industry production."

A gust of wind rushed in through the window, carrying with it the frenzied cheers of the crowd below, like the booming of war drums in their ears. Shen Lin's voice echoed in the wind.

"Did you hear that? This is celebration, this is the sound of war drums—we will turn this trembling into a hurricane that will sweep across Terra."

Quesatushta clenched his knuckles, his breathing became heavy, and his chest rose and fell with each heartbeat, as if he were releasing all the emotions that had been pent up for years.

"The prototype aircraft is now being tested, and the Deformers swarm says that aluminum ore refining will take time... I see, all of this was part of your plan all along."

"Your Highness, there is still one thing I don't understand. Are your plans for the car factory too idealistic?"

"Making every Sarkaz resident buy a car on installment plans is tantamount to tying the economy to the public's consumer desires. Could this be...?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Lin simply chuckled.

Do you know why the Letanians and Syracuses were defeated by us?

"One of them thought conquest was merely a clash of steel, the other thought it was a struggle for power. But we must make all Sarkaz understand—"

"Conquest is not just about tearing down the enemy's flag, but also about letting our children grow up eating bread in the back seat of a car."