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These crude bombers stood silently before them, their fuselages covered with rough welding marks, resembling haphazardly pieced-together metal monsters.

Judging solely from its appearance, this aircraft can only be described as having a very rugged style reminiscent of the old Kazdel city.

This reminded Shen Lin of certain green-skinned technologies, which often used a bunch of scrap materials to build baffling black technologies.

However, given that manufacturing can be completed in such a short time, one cannot have overly high expectations.

"Who said a living person is needed to drive?"

Shen Lin pressed down on the canopy, and a black crown appeared above his head, while a huge shadow appeared behind him, merging into the entire bomber along the weld seam.

Shen Lin had communicated with the dead souls in his mind before, and they said that they could now control at most several hundred such small aircraft at the same time.

If Shen Lin grants them a power boost, they will be able to operate even more aircraft.

The fuselages of several bombers trembled violently, and the hydraulic struts automatically retracted, emitting a beast-like panting.

To the astonishment of the craftsmen, bombers, like puppets imbued with souls, slowly retracted their landing gears into their belly compartments without human intervention.

Ersula's golden eyes contracted violently, like two leaping flames of blood.

Her fingers tightened unconsciously, and a strand of long pink hair was blown by the wind, fluttering beside her pale cheek, but she was completely unaware of it.

"Is this... welding dead souls into a machine?"

This was the first time she had lost her composure in front of everyone; her voice was hoarse from shock.

"No, it's about making the dead souls an extension of the machine."

The densely packed control interface was reflected in Shen Lin's pupils, and the black crown was faintly visible on his forehead.

"They feel no pain, nor do they experience fear; they only need to obey—"

Before the words were even finished, the entire hangar was suddenly engulfed in a deafening roar. The bomber's engines emitted blinding blue light, and Originium energy surged through the pipes, emitting a chilling hum.

The rivets on the wing surface began to vibrate violently, emitting a sharp metallic screeching sound.

"start up."

In an instant, these bombers, like awakened behemoths, charged forward.

The landing gear sparked brightly on the runway, and the wings made a tearing sound as they cut through the air.

Just before it was about to crash into the hangar wall, the fuselage pulled up at an incredible angle and flew out of the factory almost touching the ceiling.

The sky outside was illuminated by the blue exhaust plumes from the engines. The bomber drew a graceful arc in the air, its wings flipping as it made a near-vertical turn.

As the fuselage flipped over, sunlight streamed across the metal surface, as if draping this war machine in a silver veil.

The aircraft controlled by the undead exhibited astonishing agility, completely unlike their bulky appearance.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the bombers in the sky.

"That's the advantage of the undead. They don't need to consider the limits of human endurance, they don't need to worry about G-forces, and they can perform any maneuver that a human pilot cannot."

"This is better than Letania's drones..."

Ersula's words were interrupted by the roar of the engine. She subconsciously took a half step back and pressed her back against Shen Lin's arm.

"Fifty years ahead."

Just then, the bomber formation suddenly swooped down, pulling up sharply when they were only a hundred meters from the ground. Their fuselages opened, and Originium bombs roared down, landing on the distant wasteland.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment when the first Originium bomb tore through the clouds. Its black body refracted an eerie light in the sunlight, like a falling meteor. The next second, the first flower of death bloomed on the wasteland.

Then, the second, the third... Originium bombs, like the scythe of death, harvested fields of death on the wasteland.

The earth trembled from the bombing, and cracks spread like a spider web, swallowing all life.

In just a moment, the once intact land was ravaged.

The trial load of Originium explosives this time was only ten tons, while the expected maximum was thirty tons. These bombs could be further concentrated to make them more powerful.

Therese couldn't imagine what it would be like to have so many explosives dropped into the enemy lines all at once.

"This...this is simply..."

Ersula's voice trembled, her teeth unconsciously biting her lip until it bled, her fingers digging deeply into her palms until her knuckles turned white from the force.

Therese could feel her blood boiling, every cell screaming.

If they were to break through the enemy's defenses at such a speed, their defenses would face devastating bombardment, provided the enemy's air defenses could not shoot them all down.

He suddenly realized that he was witnessing history—no, witnessing the birth of a myth.

Shen Lin stood in the shadows, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He could clearly feel the feedback the dead souls were giving him.

"They told me they were very happy with this steel toy."

"Theresis, inform all chapters—from this day forward, these undead souls are our most loyal air force."

The crash of the bomber is of no consequence to the dead souls; they simply need to find a new aircraft to rejoin the battle.

Dead souls possess the ability to sense their surroundings, and for Shen Lin, his hidden talent is the most sophisticated dashboard.

"If we only consider the engine and the bomber itself, how long is the production time for each bomber currently?"

"Three...three hours, Your Highness."

"You can see it waiting on the tarmac in just three hours, and with the subsequent expansion of the military factory, our production efficiency will be even faster."

"Gulu..."

Ersula swallowed hard. Even though she didn't quite understand how the battlefield was fought, she could feel the chilling atmosphere.

For the nations of Terra, their air defenses are far less robust than those on land.

During the Gallo-American period, high-speed warships were hailed as the greatest invention of the time.

Although the glory of Gaul has faded, the scars and fears inflicted by the high-speed warships and cannon fire are deeply etched in the hearts of every major power today.

They were clearly more wary of high-speed warships that could crush everything in their path than of the drones in the sky.

But now the situation will be different again.

Once these bombers break through the defenses at high speed and reach the airspace above the opposite city, the victory will be secured when those tons of bombs begin to be dropped.

The next war will be one that changes the landscape of Terra, and this time, the skies will become the domain of the Sarkaz!

Ersula took a deep breath and quickly regained her composed demeanor.

She took out the union charter she always carried with her and drew a line under the "Regulations for the Management of Non-Traditional Combat Units".

"Ersula, I remember the radio station here should be fixed by now. Arrange a national speech for me tomorrow."

“We have to respond to Lateran’s diplomatic accusations.”

A sharp glint flashed in Ersula's eyes. She straightened her back and spoke in a deep, powerful voice.

"Tomorrow, I guarantee your voice will reach every corner of Kazdel."

Shen Lin nodded in satisfaction.

"As for those hypocritical Sarkaz, they will understand when the Sarkaz's iron wings roar as they slice through the sky..."

"The skies, from this day forward, belong to us!!"

Chapter Sixty-Seven: Angels and Demons

Shen Lin's military boots trod across the bluestone slabs of the square, each step like the tolling of a dawn bell. Morning light pierced through the clouds, scattering like fragments of gold onto the shoulders of the crowd.

However, as the leader of Kazdel, he never instilled fear in the Sarkaz.

"Your Highness! Look, it's Your Highness!"

With a cheer, the Sarkaz people on both sides of the street began to gather.

The tavern owner hurriedly pushed open the door, and the craftsman's apprentice dropped the wrench in his hand and squeezed into the crowd before he could even tidy himself up.

The miners emerged from the shadows at the end of the alley, wiping their dust-covered hands on their clothes before standing silently. The crowd, like a black wheat field, rippled gently in the morning breeze, their breaths mingling into a low hum.

"Please give this bouquet of flowers to His Highness."

The bouquet of roses was first accepted by a Blood Demon craftsman.

His pale fingertips carefully avoided the thorns, as if they were touching not a flower, but some fragile hope.

"Please hand it over to His Highness."

He whispered and handed the bouquet to a female succubus beside him.

The banshee's fingertips lingered on the petals for a moment, her dark red pupils reflecting the flower's shadow as if she saw the blood flowing through the veins of her own kind. She nodded slightly, then turned and handed the bouquet to an elderly carrion-eater.

The old man's bandaged hands gently brushed against the petals, a hint of tenderness flashing in his cloudy eyes.

The bouquet continued to be passed around, passing through the coal-dust-covered palms of miners, across the calloused knuckles of soldiers, and brushing against the tender palms of children.

Every pair of hands leaves a unique mark on the flower stem: the dust of miners, the scars of soldiers, the innocence of children.

Finally, a Sarkaz girl squeezed through the crowd.

Her horns were not yet fully grown, as fragile as newly sprouted buds. As she tiptoed and handed the bouquet to Shen Lin, who was standing there, the morning light pierced through the clouds, illuminating all the traces that had formed on the petals.

"Long live Kazdel! Long live Prince Shen Lin!"

Amid cheers, Shen Lin accepted the bouquet, a gentle smile spreading across his face. He knelt down and ruffled the head of the little Goliath girl.

At that moment, he felt as if he were touching the pulse of the entire nation. The rose was no longer just a simple flower, but a flag, a flag woven together by all the Sarkaz tribes, blooming in the wind under the sky of Kazdel.

Beneath the skies of Kazdel, the Sarkaz people were once as distant as stars, each shining in its own night sky.

The majesty of the royal court was like an invisible barrier, separating the various races such as Goliath, banshees, blood demons, and carrion eaters. Before words could be uttered, they were frozen in the cold air.

However, the tide of time swept away the ancient boundaries, and the will of the people, like the morning sun, pierced through the haze and illuminated every forgotten inch of land.

The transformation of production relations, like a silent spring rain, has moistened the parched cracks and melted away the barriers of the past with the sweat of our shared efforts.

The high walls of the royal court gradually crumbled, and the shadows of those outside the royal court also dissipated in the sunlight.

The boundaries of class, like weathered stone tablets, are blurred in the dust of history. They are no longer isolated stars, but have converged into a surging galaxy, flowing towards the same homeland.

Today, the Sarkaz are no longer a symbol of division, but a totem of symbiosis. With their scarred hands, they weave a new web of destiny, tightly linking their bloodlines and dreams together.

On this land, every Sarkaz will eventually become part of their home, like intertwined roots in a forest, together supporting the future of Kazdel.

The Sarkaz singer, his face beaming with excitement, entered the crowd and gently began to play his accordion, the melodious music filling the air.

Like rays of morning light piercing through the dark clouds, the singer closed her eyes, her fingers sliding across the piano keys, and a familiar melody flowed forth.

"Thorns grow from ruins, and rust sings in the cold wind."

"Dig through the wall of lies! Dig through the rock to see the starlight!"

"The echo of crushing chains, the sun buried in the depths of darkness."

"As dawn sets out, the banner of the Sarkaz will surely fly high!"

……

The singing grew louder and louder, intertwining with the piano music, sweeping across the entire street like a tide.

The old soldier on the street corner took off his worn-out military cap. His bony back was ramrod straight, and the broken right corner gleamed with a bronze luster in the sunlight.

Several boys huddled in the shadows behind him, their boot heels tapping unconsciously on the ground, mimicking the drumbeats of a march.

The flower-selling girl shook her flower basket, and as she hummed along with her head down, the pebbles in her braids jingled.

Those were cheap decorations made of crystal shards that children had dug out of slag heaps and strung together with hemp rope, but now they shimmered with the beat, like starlight scattered on an old cloak.

The moment Shen Lin passed by, the humming along the street suddenly subsided. People continued to beat their drums, but all eyes followed the figure bathed in the morning light.

The snow that had accumulated on the top of the clock tower for many years suddenly collapsed. People looked up and found that it was not an avalanche—but hundreds of feathered beasts were taking off from the route Shen Lin had taken.

Their wings tore through the clouds, and beams of light, like destiny, pierced through the gloom, landing precisely on his back as he raised his right fist.

At this moment, everyone was filled with awe.

Once you reach the bottom of the valley... there's only one path left: "upwards".

The view from the bottom of the valley is not completely dark; keep your feet on the ground, lift your head, and hope will shine there.

……

As soon as the news of Shen Lin's upcoming speech was released, the entire city of Kazdel was thrown into a frenzy, with everyone eagerly anticipating His Highness's address.

The Sarkaz people gathered in the streets and alleys, deep in the mines, and in the corners of factories, their eyes fixed on the loudspeakers and the flickering television screens.