Save the simulator and make Sarkaz great again!

He paused, seemingly trying to avoid being overwhelmed by the overwhelming feeling of physical and mental exhaustion, and then he roused himself.

"Hmph! The Holy City's air defense system will be fully deployed soon."

"If those Sarkaz aircraft dare to show themselves again, our air defense system will be able to accurately shoot them down."

"When we launch our counterattack, we must play our Bible readings every night in their territory, so they can improve their sleep quality!"

As soon as they finished speaking, a buzzing sound came from afar, and they couldn't help but look up at the sky.

"Ugh... those guys are here again. Luckily I wasn't sleeping."

One of the Sakortas suddenly realized something was amiss after he finished speaking.

"No! The sounds are much more frequent than before!!"

"Are they... are they launching a full-scale attack?"

One of the soldiers muttered to himself, his voice drowned out by the roar of the engine. His gaze was fixed on the sky, his pupils reflecting a dense array of black dots.

Those black spots are expanding at an alarming rate, gradually revealing their grotesque outlines.

The Sarkaz bombers, like migrating ravens, pressed down on Laterano's walls, their shadows blotting out the sky, like the scales of a giant beast, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

"At an altitude of 4,500 meters! Beyond the range of anti-aircraft guns!"

The observer on the distant city wall roared, his rangefinder slipping from his hand due to trembling. He watched helplessly as the black ghouls circled overhead, the hurricanes whipped up by their wings tearing the holy banner to shreds.

His fingers gripped the trigger of the gun tightly, even though he knew that the small weapon was meaningless in the face of such a large bomber formation.

The first bomber suddenly pulled up its nose, and the bomb bay under its belly opened at the same time.

Countless Originium bombs rained down like bullets, gleaming a deadly blue light in the sunlight. Then, a second, a third…

The entire bomber formation was like some kind of sophisticated killing machine, spewing death onto the city walls at a suffocating pace.

"Take cover! Take cover now!!"

The commander on the city wall roared at the top of his lungs, but his voice was completely drowned out by the roar of the explosion.

The moment the first Originium bomb struck the city wall, the entire earth trembled violently from the terrifying force. Flames shot into the sky, and the powerful blast wave, like an invisible giant hand, mercilessly devoured everything around it.

The Sarkaz on the city walls were overturned by the shockwave, and the siege equipment was completely reduced to dust by the Originium bombs from the bombers.

……

"Enemy attack!! The southern city wall has been attacked by the enemy!!"

Fidir, who had just crawled into bed, was awakened by a deafening explosion. He hadn't expected that the Sarkaz would actually dare to attack Lateran directly.

He was shocked when he learned from the text message that the southern defense line had been breached.

Because the military council they had recently organized had conducted a detailed analysis of Kazdel's six-hour attack plan on Lateran, and when they launched their attack, it would inevitably be a cataclysmic event.

"Quickly! Those devils are planning to attack the city from the south! We must gather our troops and head south to provide support!!"

The garrison troops and cavalry closest to the south on the east and west sides have been urgently mobilized, and the heavy firepower units of the Holy City's front line are also advancing towards the southern defense line.

By the time Fidel arrived at the scene, half an hour had passed, and most of the troops on the east and west defense lines had already reached the south defense line.

Now that the southern city wall has fallen, the hastily constructed air defense system has only destroyed a few dozen of the more than one hundred Sarkaz aircraft, a result that can be described as disastrous.

Perhaps their weaknesses can be discovered by studying the wreckage of their aircraft.

Fidel comforted himself with this thought.

As long as they quickly repair the defenses of the southern city wall, then those Sarkaz ground troops will absolutely not be able to get within three kilometers of the Holy City!

There's no need to worry about the defenses of the city walls in other directions either. Each of their walls is equipped with at least a dozen defensive cannons powerful enough to blast through high-speed warships, as well as countless self-propelled artillery pieces.

Such firepower is enough to defend any city wall.

As long as the city walls don't collapse, they can form an impregnable defensive line for the holy city!

Sensing the low morale around him, Fidel coughed lightly.

"Our soldiers fought exceptionally bravely this time! They routed a significant portion of the enemy's air force despite being at a severe disadvantage!"

"Now those devils have gone all in. They failed to seize this opportunity to launch an effective attack; they have failed!!"

"This is a glorious victory! From this moment forward, we will assemble our forces and launch a counterattack against those devils..."

Before he could finish speaking, a shrill announcement suddenly rang out from the communicator in his hand.

"The northern defense line has been breached! The northern defense line requests reinforcements!!"

"Our front lines have been breached!! The city's artillery has been completely destroyed by the enemy's bombardment! We can't stop their advance!"

"They have flying machines, lots of flying machines..."

pat.

The communicator in Fidel's hand fell to the ground.

……

Fifteen minutes ago, the north city wall

The Sarkaz, each on a sniping mission, stood like statues, their every nerve taut, their eyes fixed intently on the distant sky, stained dark with the ravages of war.

At this moment, most of their troops had gone to the south to provide support, and they had to cover the other troops as they quickly set up defensive fortifications and be wary of any possible attack by the Sarkaz.

"I heard that the south has been defended, and they even shot down quite a few of their aircraft."

"Great!! Now their only air superiority is gone!"

"When the time comes, we must load these disgusting devils into cannons and launch them toward the sun to see how far they can fly."

Before they could even catch their breath, a deep rumble came from afar, like the earth trembling or some kind of giant beast roaring.

The sound grew louder as it approached, becoming deafening, as if it were about to tear one's eardrums apart.

Countless black dots appeared on the horizon, densely packed, sweeping in like locusts.

Those were Sarkaz bombers, and this attack was larger than any they had ever launched before.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Someone screamed, their voice filled with undisguised fear.

"Damn it!! How can those Sarkaz have so many flying machines?!"

"All warriors! Draw your weapons!!"

With the commander's shout, all the Sarkaz spirits went into a state of high tension, trying to aim at the fast-moving targets, but their fingers trembled slightly on the triggers.

As the bombers descended, they pulled the trigger without hesitation.

After a series of crisp gunshots, some of the aircraft's wings were hit, and the fuselage began to shake violently.

"Hooray!! I hit it! I hit it!"

One of the Sakorta shouted excitedly, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement and joy, and a smile instantly bloomed on his face, as if victory was already beckoning to him.

However, this joy lasted only a moment. Before he could recover from his excitement, his smile seemed to freeze on his face instantly.

He stared in horror as the bomber, which had been hit, began to swoop wildly toward him.

In the night sky, the aircraft, trailing a long plume of flame, sped toward the city wall like a red streak of despair.

The pupils of all the Sarkaz on the city wall contracted sharply in an instant, and fear and tension spread rapidly among the crowd.

"Damn it—they've gone mad!!!"

"Retreat!! Get off the city walls immediately!!"

Someone cursed angrily, their voice tinged with despair.

The aircraft, loaded with Originium bombs, crashed into the city wall like an out-of-control meteor.

"H-11"

A deafening roar, powerful enough to shake the heavens and the earth, exploded on the city wall. The sound was like the death knell of the apocalypse. At that moment, the entire land trembled violently under this terrifying force, as if it could not bear the weight.

In an instant, flames shot into the sky, and the powerful blast wave, like an invisible giant hand, mercilessly swallowed everything around it.

Thick smoke billowed up along with flying rocks and debris, and the acrid smell of gunpowder filled the air, almost suffocating people.

As the thick smoke slowly dissipated, the scene before us was heartbreaking. The defensive line, once considered impregnable and a symbol of the holy city's glory and protection, now had a large, shocking breach.

"They've gone mad... those devils have gone mad..."

Sakta, who had witnessed the entire process from a distance, had a slightly trembling voice.

He had never seen such a reckless attack; the opponent seemed utterly unafraid of death.

Their faith was even more terrifying than Lateran's.

……

Thick smoke billowed across the northern horizon, tinging the starlight with a murky orange-red. The camel caravan lurched along the bumpy dirt road, the creaking of wooden wheels over gravel mingling with the distant, rumbling explosions—a prelude to a nightmare.

The camels laden with goods seemed to be affected by the tense atmosphere, their usual limping steps now appearing very hurried.

Despite the comical appearance, the oppressive atmosphere prevented the escape team, consisting of Sakta and Liboli, from joking around; they all wished the escape team could grow two more legs.

"Mom, look at those huge flames over there! Are they having a party?"

The little girl clutched the rag doll in her hand and pointed to the burning debris falling from the northern sky.

"That's...that's the sanctuary warning me, we shouldn't look over there..."

The woman holding the baby pulled the two children into her cloak, her voice trembling beneath the fabric, her aura flickering like a faulty light bulb.

"Luckily we ran fast."

"When my grandfather helped build the northern city wall, it's said that every brick used was meticulously selected. And now? The Sarkaz's dirty feet haven't even touched the ground, and the wall has already collapsed!"

"If we could come back again, I would kiss this land hard."

Some people secretly reached for the guns hidden at their waists, as if only the cold touch could give them a little sense of security at this moment.

At this time, a sudden change occurred.

The camel staggered suddenly, and as the cart tilted, a bag of flour rolled off, the white powder splashing into the mud like a crescent moon.

"Listen up, everyone!"

The caravan leader slammed the butt of his musket heavily onto the cart. This burly man, who had once presided over the centennial harvest festival, now had bloodshot eyes.

The sound of wind, accompanied by unusual vibrations, approached from behind. It wasn't the aftershock of an explosion, but rather the dense grinding sound of tracks.

Everyone froze in place; they had heard that sound before—it was the Sarkaz armored vehicles that had destroyed two lines of defense in succession.

As the camel jolted along, the little girl's doll fell into the mud. She tried to reach for it, but her mother pushed her back into the carriage.

"Don't move...don't make a sound..."

The convoy leader lowered his voice, his finger gripping the trigger of the gun tightly, even though he knew the small weapon was meaningless against the Sarkaz's armored vehicles.

The roar of the armored vehicles grew closer, and the sound of their tracks crushing gravel was like the footsteps of death, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

The Lateran refugees huddled in the shadows of the rock face, even their breathing became cautious.

The massive, high-speed warship fleet was the first to roll across the land, each inch of its enormous, steel-like bodies leaving a deep imprint on the earth.

The outlines of the armored vehicles following behind gradually became clearer, and the black and red Kazdel flags painted on their metal shells were particularly eye-catching, surging forward like an unstoppable undercurrent.

They are not merely weapons, but symbols of the Sarkaz's indomitable spirit. They embody Kazdel's rage and glory, proclaiming the end of the old order with unparalleled might.

This is—a torrent of steel!

They never imagined that Kazdel, which they once considered backward, possessed such astonishing power.

"This...this is impossible..."

The young craftsman muttered to himself, his gaze fixed on the massive, high-speed warship and the unstoppable chariots.

The Grim Reaper hovering in the air, the enormous steel behemoth, and the indestructible chariot together formed a terrifying blade that tore through the Holy City's defenses.

Its turret slowly rotated, and the beam of its searchlight swept across the rock wall, so bright that it was hard to open one's eyes. At this moment, all of Sakota's moods sank to the bottom.

They were discovered.

They held their breath, their hands gripping the guns trembling slightly. At that moment, even the light seemed to retreat in fear.

However, the armored vehicles did not stop. They drove past the fleeing Lateran refugees in neat formation, their tracks grinding through the muddy road, splashing mud and water onto the overturned carts with a dull thud.

The Sarkaz soldiers inside the vehicle didn't even glance at them, as if these disheveled fugitives were nothing more than roadside weeds.