Save the simulator and make Sarkaz great again!

But this situation is unlikely to occur...

The little ball of light felt like crying, "Why is this host like this?!"

It dared to guarantee that it had never seen such an exaggerated main quest in all its long history. It couldn't help but recall the last time its host went to Syracuse, when the screen was flooded with notifications about rating adjustments.

The entire system is shrouded in darkness!

No, we need to think of a way!

[By the way! I haven't used my quest hints yet!]

[However, I've been banned from speaking; I can only use images to notify the host now.]

Thinking of this, the little ball of light became excited. It bounced around, driven by its survival instinct. Its central processor was running at full capacity, and it successfully found a target for this mission from the massive amount of data.

Then it despairingly discovered a problem: it probably hadn't considered that the host would leave Kazdel and come to Laterano when it transmigrated. Currently, there is only one main romanceable character in Laterano during the current time period.

[Main Target]: Cardinal: Violet

But she doesn't look like the kind of pretty girl the host would like, and she looks a bit old.

The little ball of light started to lose confidence because it seemed that its current host was quite charming. Not to mention women, men would probably lie down automatically if it just beckoned with its finger.

In this situation, would he be interested in the other person?

[Never mind, they say women are like fine wine, getting better with age! Maybe the host just likes that!]

However, it seems I can only upload a maximum of two pictures...

The light around the small orb flickered wildly again, as it desperately searched for two images that its host could easily understand. At this moment, it felt that all of its computing power was being used here.

One is a close-up of that old... beautiful girl, and the other is Cupid's arrow piercing her heart.

I can't take it anymore, I'm so sleepy, I'll sleep a little longer...

The light from the small orb began to dim slowly, and it gradually fell into hibernation.

[Hehehe, I've given you this much hint, my clever host will surely understand what I mean immediately!]

……

On the other side, Shen Lin was formulating tomorrow's battle plan. Now, all that was needed was to completely tear apart their last two lines of defense, and their iron torrent would be able to reach the city.

Suddenly, two flashing images appeared on the system panel—on the left was a serious passport photo of Cardinal Violet, and on the right was a cartoon image of Cupid's arrow piercing a heart.

As if afraid he wouldn't see it, a prominent note was placed below: "[Current Stage Host's Task Hints!]"

Hint... Is this a brilliant plan?

Shen Lin's gaze swept back and forth between the two photos. He felt that the system's sudden prompt must be related to the main quest that had been triggered earlier.

After only a moment's thought, his eyes lit up, because he had already understood what the system meant.

"According to the information transmitted by the shapeshifters, this woman should be a high-value target this time. She has a lot of information about Laterano."

"The second picture directly shows that the information in this woman's hand will have a psychological effect on those Sakortas."

"I see. As expected of a strategy system, even though we have achieved a great victory, we cannot let our guard down. The system's move is quite prudent."

The system notification brought Shen Lin, who was immersed in victory, back to his senses. He took a deep breath.

There are other ways to defeat the enemy on the battlefield besides massacre.

The best strategy is to attack the enemy’s plan and the best strategy is to attack his heart!

This is a suggestion that he can subdue the enemy without fighting, implying that he should take the path of "chaos assimilation"!

Shen Lin took a breath.

Just then, he received intelligence from the shapeshifters that the Lateran were planning to use the Sarkaz, whose aura was fluctuating, as bait to lure their bombers.

He had originally planned to use bombers to crush and destroy the defenses first, but the system gave him a new idea.

After all, dealing with a city with millions of armed people is indeed very troublesome, and even if the Sarkaz advances at a fast pace, it will still take at least several months.

What makes things more complicated is that this population includes not only Sakta, but also citizens from various other countries, including many influential figures.

If the "Purge Agreement" route is chosen and indiscriminate bombing is carried out, it could easily give other countries an excuse to openly intervene in this war.

"Theresis!"

General Sarkaz entered in response to the call, and before he could even salute, Shen Lin handed him a leaflet.

He glanced at the contents; they were short and powerful words, but written in Lateran, a language he couldn't understand.

"Your Highness, what is this?"

"Print as many leaflets as you can and then hand them over to our bombers."

"Notify all warlock units to tune the broadcast resonant frequency to the Lateran civilian band tonight."

……

As night fell, the cathedral's golden dome shimmered faintly in the moonlight, as if trying to resist the approaching darkness.

On the streets, Lateran civilians hurried home, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.

The shadow of war has loomed over the city, and despite repeated claims from the Papal Palace that the front lines are secure, unease has long filled the hearts of the people.

Suddenly, a deep hum came from the end of the sky.

At first, people thought it was thunder, but as the sound came, the muffled rumble became clearer and clearer, like some kind of giant beast moving forward in the darkness.

A citizen subconsciously looked up at the sky, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his expression froze instantly, as if he had seen something incredible.

In an instant, dozens of Sarkaz bombers, like a swarm of ghosts emerging from the depths of hell, broke through the clouds without warning.

Moonlight spilled onto their cold metal shells, and the menacing bone spike emblems on their wings gleamed with a chilling light, as if mocking the insignificance and helplessness of the people below.

Instead of dropping their bombs, the bombers slowly descended, emitting a chilling, low rumble.

Immediately afterwards, the cabin door under the fuselage slowly opened, and countless pieces of paper fluttered down like snowflakes.

"what is that?"

A soldier screamed in terror, his voice trembling in the night air, filled with undisguised astonishment.

"It's a flyer!"

Another soldier reacted quickly, hurriedly picking up a flyer, his previously determined gaze instantly replaced by shock. The flyer bore a striking headline.

"To my fellow countrymen of Laterano: Join us and we will treat you well."

The flyer's content is concise and direct:

"Partners will be guaranteed security and will not be held accountable for war."

“We will treat every Sakta who is willing to cooperate well.”

"All areas willing to cooperate will be spared from war, and their infrastructure will remain intact."

At the end of the flyer was Shen Lin's autograph and a line of large characters.

"Don't be fooled by lies. Your defenses have fallen, and we have captured tens of thousands of Sakota soldiers!"

"Your bishop is sending your illustrious brethren to the front lines as bait. Your faith should not become a sacrifice in war. Choose survival, choose the future!!"

Flyers drifted down like snowflakes to every corner of the holy city.

Citizens stopped in their tracks, staring in disbelief at the papers falling from the sky, then frantically scrambled to pick them up and read their contents. An elderly woman, her hands trembling, read aloud in a low voice.

"Cooperation...preferential treatment..."

Her voice was filled with confusion and fear.

A young man angrily tore the flyer to shreds, his face filled with anger and resentment.

"This is a Sarkaz trick!"

"They want to undermine our faith!"

But many more fell silent. Their gazes darted between the leaflets and the imposing bombers in the distance, their faces filled with conflict and struggle.

"If this can save the Holy City..."

A businessman said in a low voice, his voice tinged with hesitation and helplessness.

"Perhaps... this isn't the worst option."

On her way home from get off work, Violet, clutching a flyer, looked ashen-faced. She didn't know how the Sarkaz had found out about the plan they had just decided on not long ago.

Although she did not support the plan, as soon as the plan was launched, most of the armed forces outside the city were transferred back into the city, and the radicals began to control public opinion within the city.

Not many Sarkaz knew about this, let alone the Sarkaz who were thousands of miles away!

I knew that Fidel's idea was terrible.

Now that this incident has erupted, the impact of the leaflets is unstoppable!

The second line of defense at the front line sounded the alarm the moment the aircraft flew overhead, and every part of the Sakortas used as bait trembled.

They cry because hope still exists; despair, on the contrary, brings them peace.

The expected death did not come; instead, snowflake-like leaflets fell in front of them.

The leaflets featured photos of Lateran soldiers who had surrendered at the front lines—they were not mistreated, but instead received food and medical care in the Kazdel camp.

This completely overturns the image of the "devil" as described in the Lateran Bible.

The immense contrast between their previous situation and the overwhelming joy of surviving the ordeal caused their emotions to fluctuate wildly.

Moreover, the overwhelming emotions of frustration and doubt about faith swept through Lateran once again.

The lights that had been twinkling in the holy city dimmed once more.

[Warning! The target's emotional fluctuation level has exceeded the threshold!]

Shen Lin was quite surprised to receive the system notification again; he could feel the positive feedback from this operation.

"As expected of the system, for religious countries, when their arrows of faith are redirected, they are indeed more deadly than any gun or cannon."

Chapter 74 The time has come, let us rise up today!

The dawn of the holy city was shattered by the piercing sound of alarms. On the streets, fully armed cavalrymen, armed with resonance detectors, knocked on the doors of houses one by one.

Behind them followed the garrison, their guns always pointed at the pale-faced residents of Sarkaz—this was the first article of the Wartime Purge Regulations issued by the Lateran Intelligence Department.

Any individual whose aura fluctuation value exceeds the threshold must be immediately taken to the Central Purification Hall for observation.

Three individuals with descent into celestiality have been discovered in District Seven!

A commander's weary voice echoed at the alley entrance.

According to a special decree issued by their department, they have been working continuously for several days.

The Sarkaz aircraft harassed them 24/7, and they had no idea when the enemy would attack.

Whenever the air raid siren sounded, they had to rush into the anti-bombing zone they had been building, and their mental exhaustion was extremely severe under such high tension.

Most of the soldiers were now listless and dazed, and their morale had plummeted to an all-time low.

Pope Ivangelist XI has also given several speeches, but they have been unable to respond to the pointed questions, and the current situation has not improved much.

In just a few days, the situation in Lateran was almost out of control in the Papal Palace, and even some staunchly religious guards and cavalry were affected by these shared feelings.

Private Reiner's eyes had completely lost their light; he was like a walking corpse.

His aura was flickering uneasily as the scene from three days ago kept replaying in his mind.

The girl whose aura rippled as she was dragged into the purification hall was clearly the choir lead singer he had secretly admired for three years.

She did not yield to this; the sparks that flew from her gun were more dazzling than the radiance emanating from the Papal Palace.

Hearing his colleagues' delirious ramblings, all the guards seemed like puppets controlled by invisible strings. They didn't need to have their own thoughts; they only needed to carry out orders to uphold the law.

Are they erasing memories because they fear the hell they themselves created?

Reiner suddenly remembered the small print on the back of the Sarkaz flyer:

Is the halo a shackle or a blessing?

……

The vaulted chandelier in the intelligence room cast a cold, white light onto the long table, where parchment scrolls and encrypted terminals were piled high, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of ink mixed with anxiety.

Several intelligence officers sat in front of an electronic screen, tapping their fingertips on the constantly flashing markers.