Save the simulator and make Sarkaz great again!

What made him somewhat uneasy was that the concept of hierarchy was gradually fading.

The veil of the Banshee Queen rippled, and laughter swept through the hollow of the bone flute like the wind.

"Ducarre, can't you smell it? What's burning in the furnace is no longer about hierarchy."

She pointed out the window—the lights of the factory in the distance fell like a galaxy, and the silhouettes of Sarkaz craftsmen on the assembly line resonated with the machinery.

"For hundreds of years, we have lost too many opportunities for development because of our obsession with the purity of our bloodlines, and starving people have been eating the gold thread on the royal banner."

“Now, Your Highness has enabled even the lowest-ranking bloodlines to earn dignity with a wrench. This is far more stoic than your family tree.”

The Blood Demon Lord's fingers gently brushed across the tabletop, the crimson lines at his fingertips seeming to flow silently, like blood slowly flowing through his veins.

His movements were elegant and composed, yet they carried an indescribable sense of oppression.

"Cars? They're nothing but tin toys. The defense of dignity doesn't need these useless things; they'll only wear down the Sarkaz's fighting spirit."

“I have heard them say more than once that they are content with the status quo.”

"conquer……"

He murmured softly, as if savoring the weight of the word.

“Shortsighted people only see today and tomorrow. After enjoying the favors bestowed by Your Highness, they have gradually forgotten the meaning of conquest.”

"The glory of the Sarkaz is forever etched on the sword of the royal court."

"glory?"

"When the Imperial cannons tear open the borders, is it glory that feeds the orphans, or the sword that allows mothers to afford bread?"

The Banshee Queen's gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on the Blood Demon Lord.

"Your blood demons and their followers, who used to be able only forge shackles, are now forging the future for the entire race. Isn't this the oldest way of survival for blood demons—feeding blood with blood and building nests with bones?"

The parliament fell into a deathly silence, with only the faint rumble of the furnaces echoing from afar.

The furnace of souls has been lit once more, providing nourishment for the entire mobile city; however, this time it is not the dead souls of their own kind that are burning, but the souls of wolves.

Ducarre suddenly chuckled, his fangs gleaming coldly in the candlelight.

"No wonder the Wolf Lord's soul howls in the furnace... Your Highness, you squeeze every last drop of value from your enemies, making you more like a Blood Demon than we are."

He got up and walked to the window, looking at the jubilant crowd on the street—a lame old soldier was holding his granddaughter and picking out toys, his rusty prosthetic leg shining brightly under the streetlights.

"If His Highness has a weakness, it is his only weakness: mercy. He gave these ants hope, and hope..."

"It is a shackle that is harder to break free from than the bloodlust curse."

The Banshee Queen's voice was as clear as a knife.

"He is using the steel of Syracuse to rebuild the backbone of the Sarkaz. If the royal court remains entrenched in the old hierarchical order, it will eventually become the next piece of kindling in the furnace."

"Enough!!"

Niecilei tapped his staff lightly on the ground, the tip, entwined with decaying vines, emanating a dark green glow. He slowly rose to his feet, the sound of his tattered cloth rustling like withered leaves.

"Don't forget why we've gathered here today! Do you want to disappoint His Highness?!"

His voice silenced the chamber abruptly.

"For centuries, as our carrion-eating race willingly decayed for glory, no one discussed whether our bloodline should be stained with engine oil."

The council chamber fell into dead silence, with only Niecilei's voice clearly audible.

The veil of the Banshee Queen trembled slightly, her voice tinged with a hint of probing.

"Sect Leader Niecilei, what is your opinion?"

He slowly stood up, his staff leaving a shallow mark on the ground, the fluorescent light of the vines flickering slightly with his movement.

"I support the right to live."

"The Sarkaz's fangs must not only tear apart enemies, but also bite the throat of the times."

Everyone remained silent.

There were no winners in this parliament; only the roar of the furnace served as a reminder to everyone.

When the Sarkaz learned to forge their own weapons from the steel of their enemies, the old order had long since become fuel burning in the engine.

True glory will ultimately be etched on the tombstones of the survivors—not on the rusted blades.

Chapter Sixty-Five: Diplomacy with Lateran?

After a long journey, Theresa finally returned to Kazdel.

The swirling yellow sand, accompanied by the roar of metal scraping against metal, rushed towards her—a familiar sensation.

Just as she was about to excitedly go to Shen Lin to report on her work progress, her pupils suddenly contracted.

In her vision, a massive steel city lay crouching like a giant beast, the sound of gears meshing making her eardrums vibrate.

Countless towering chimneys spewed steam, the white smoke weaving into a hazy curtain in the sky. Pipes, like veins, snaked across the building's surface, as if the city's life flowed within them.

Theresa gazed at the enormous creature before her, a sense of disorientation creeping into her heart...

Is this really the Kazdel she remembers?

She instinctively stopped, her gaze shifting between the steel and steam, as if confirming she had gone the wrong way. The gunboats of yesteryear never seemed to possess such a magnificent scale.

This mobile city seems to contain the entire Kazdel, and even has room to spare.

Just as she was lost in thought, a female demon quietly appeared in front of her, her face behind a veil bearing a respectful smile.

"Lady Theresa, you're back!"

"His Highness has instructed me to wait here. Please come with me."

Theresa snapped out of her daze, her gaze still fixed on the steel behemoth, her voice tinged with hesitation.

"Is this... the result of collaborative migration?"

The succubus paused for a moment, then her smile deepened.

"Yes, Lady Theresa, you're right! These are all the fruits of our Kazdel!"

She murmured as she ascended the city that had so impressed her, her fingertips unconsciously tightening around her cloak.

They came to a car parked by the roadside. Its surface was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the light from the sky, like a finely crafted work of art.

"Lady Theresa, please."

Theresa looked around the car like a curious child, her gaze sweeping through the window over the busy Sarkaz artisans on the street.

"The city lacked the conditions and materials to develop heavy industry, but the land of Kazdel just happened to meet these requirements, so it temporarily stayed here."

"The engineers in Syracuse are training our people, and everyone says it's a win-win collaboration!"

"Cooperation? You mean... cooperation between Syracuse and Kazdel?"

The banshee drove the car, her tone filled with pride.

"Yes, Lady Theresa. His Highness has established a deep partnership with Syracuse, and their light industrial resources have provided us with tremendous assistance."

"Today, Kazdel's economy is developing rapidly, and all of this is inseparable from Your Highness's wise decisions."

Win-win! Cooperation!

Theresa's eyes widened as she keenly caught the key words. She hadn't expected that Shen Lin would secure such an extravagantly large-scale collaboration in such a short time after she left.

Unexpectedly, behind his seemingly arrogant demeanor lay such terrifying social skills. Theresa, who had originally intended to boast about this diplomatic achievement, suddenly felt somewhat embarrassed and withdrew her thoughts.

As I passed the central square, a massive furnace came into view—orange-red flames rolled inside the furnace, and the base of the furnace trembled slightly with the energy output, as if it were injecting life into the entire city.

Theresa seemed to hear something churning and howling. She turned around in confusion but found nothing.

Maybe I've been under a bit of stress lately.

Shaking her head, Theresa refocused her attention on the city, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"Speaking of which, why are there so many Sarkaz people on this street?"

"That's right. During your absence, many Sarkaz people who were away have returned to Kazdel."

"On the one hand, there is a language barrier, and on the other hand, to avoid conflict, His Highness gathered everyone together."

The banshee patiently explained to Theresa that Shen Lin had instructed them to relocate the remaining Syracuseans to several outlying cities and to implement a more stringent set of management policies for them.

After all, they are all indispensable laborers.

Despite the discontent of many Syracuses, the banshee believed that their survival was already a great act of mercy from His Highness.

Theresa's eyes lit up again!

In other words, Shen Lin not only closed a big deal, but also secured a living space for the Sarkaz people!

That's just...so amazing!

Thinking about the plan she had just made, Theresa blushed.

In comparison, his own modest diplomatic achievements are hardly worth mentioning.

"This is all...it's unbelievable."

This trip to Rembiton lasted only a little over a month, and when she returned to Kazdel, she almost no longer recognized this Sarkaz homeland.

What she saw and heard on the streets shocked her, and she couldn't wait to know what had happened in Kazdel while she was away.

……

Sarkaz Democracy Office

The office, which was once located in Kazdel, has now been moved to the heart of the mobile city, and with the restoration of the transportation hub, the efficiency of handling official business has greatly improved.

"Latland condemns Kazdel's aggression against Syracuse and urges Kazdel to return sovereignty over the mobile city of Syracuse as soon as possible."

"Victoria's diplomatic representatives condemned Kazdel's invasion of Syracuse and issued a warning."

"Leytania strongly opposes Kazdel's special military actions..."

……

Putting down the diplomatic report in his hand, Shen Lin sighed softly.

"It's those same few bastards again..."

Apart from these few countries that explicitly expressed their opposition, most other countries issued diplomatic declarations in a neutral manner.

Because in the eyes of the nations of Terra, Syracuse had declared war on Kazdel first, so their actions were justified.

"Rubber... rubber..."

Shen Lin murmured softly, his pen tapping lightly on the document.

Car tires and subsequent armored vehicle tracks all rely on this thing.

Although the valley has some reserves of this material, once the Syracuse plant is operating at full capacity, the remaining reserves can only sustain production for a few months.

Shen Lin was reviewing document after document when a soft sound of footsteps quietly approached.

Theresa knocked slowly on the door, and after receiving permission, she slowly pushed the door open and entered.

"Shen Lin, I couldn't believe it the whole way here."

Her voice was filled with barely concealed excitement.

"I never imagined that you could achieve such a large-scale cooperation with Syracuse in such a short period of time!"

Cooperation?

Shen Lin paused slightly in his grip on the pen, instantly understanding Theresa's meaning.

Theresa, who was in charge of diplomacy, naturally needed a set of rhetoric. Although they had conquered Syracuse, being too arrogant in diplomatic language would make them a target of criticism.

It is not advisable to make enemies everywhere when Kazdel is not self-sufficient.

Shen Lin nodded inwardly at the other party's meticulous attitude, and placed his ten fingers together on the table.

"Yes, after consultation and communication, we both believe that a win-win situation is the way to development."

"They lack Originium and other minerals to develop heavy industry, while we lack raw materials and processing plants for light industry. What a coincidence!"

"Therefore, in order to improve the efficiency of cooperative production, we specifically chose to dock in Kazdel."

The more Theresa listened, the more she felt the terrifying power of Shen Lin's social skills; he had managed to negotiate such a massive collaboration in such a short time.