Save the simulator and make Sarkaz great again!

Just as one of the armored vehicles was about to pass, the hatch on its roof suddenly opened. A Sarkaz soldier wearing goggles poked his head out and casually tossed a package to the Sarkaz below the rock face.

The package traced an arc in the air before landing on their camel-drawn cart with a soft thud.

"then!"

Amidst everyone's fearful gaze, what was inside was not an Originium bomb, but many beautifully wrapped packets of chocolate.

They recognized the person printed on the packaging; it was the young demon leader who had given a speech on the radio last time.

The children each took out a piece of chocolate and then smiled happily.

Amidst the stunned gazes of all the Lateran refugees, the Sarkaz soldier's voice was hoarse and casual, as if he were tossing away something insignificant.

"If you want to surrender, go to the back. Don't block our way. We don't have time to capture you!!"

Chapter Seventy-Six: Adding a Brick to Laterano's Tombstone

The sound of gunfire tore through the night sky of Laterano, and the bells of the Revelation Stone Tower echoed through the smoke, as if tolling a death knell for this holy city on the verge of destruction.

The Sarkaz army had breached the northern city walls, and armored convoys, like a steel torrent, rolled through the shattered streets, advancing straight towards the heart of the city. Every inch of Laterano trembled, and despair permeated every corner.

At this moment, all the Sarkaz at the major transportation routes are desperately building up their defenses. Now that the demons have invaded Laterano, Laterano is facing the worst situation in its history.

After breaching the city walls, the bombers did not stop there; they dropped their remaining bombs on their signal towers, radio stations, and military bases.

The hastily deployed air defense equipment was utterly incapable of stopping these undercurrents from the night.

"Reival region requests reinforcements!! It's Blood Demons!! A bunch of Blood Demons have suddenly appeared in Reival region!! We can't hold out any longer!!"

"What kind of monsters are they?!"

"The signal tower... has been destroyed..."

With the destruction of the signal tower radio station, all communications in Sakota were significantly affected.

The Sarkaz seemed to have studied the location of their Lateran holy city; in just a few hours, all critical communications in the north were cut off.

A counterattack was too late; they had to quickly block all transportation hubs in the north leading to other regions.

"Seal off all roads! We can't let those devils advance another step!"

A Sakota commander screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice barely audible amidst the gunfire.

The soldiers of Sakota built a makeshift defensive line with the remaining supplies and broken building debris. Their faces were covered in sweat and dust, their former faith long gone, and their eyes shone with a lifeless light.

No one knows why they fought so badly against an unknown Kazdel, even though they had only been at war for a little over a month.

Even more than half the time they were setting up defensive lines, only to have them destroyed by the Sarkaz, then setting up more lines, only to have them destroyed again, and so on in a never-ending cycle…

Seemingly sensing the visibly low morale around him, the musketeer commander flew into a rage.

"What are you worried about? According to the battle reports from the southern front, those Sarkaz aircraft are said to be unable to maintain their stability if hit by a single bullet!"

"We've been on the defensive because we were intimidated! Those devils have never had any advanced technology! The only enemy we need to defeat is our own cowardice, warriors!!"

"Then their intimidating tanks must be the same, deliberately covered in thick armor, but actually just crudely made scrap metal that can't withstand a few of our bullets!"

"Their aircraft aren't on our side now, this is a chance to get revenge!!"

As the commander confidently assured the accuracy of the intelligence from the south, all the Sarkaz garrison members exchanged bewildered glances.

It seems that what he said actually makes some sense.

Previously, those Sarkaz relied on those aircraft to bully others, only because they didn't have anti-aircraft guns with such a long range.

Now that they've chosen to fight them head-on, isn't that exactly where Laterano's advantage lies?

There is no doubt that Lateran is superior to Kazdel in both artillery and firearms.

As long as we can hold off the Sarkaz charge and wait for the air defense system to be deployed, they still have a chance to counterattack!

Through empathy, they sensed the confidence of the musketeer commander, which gave them a little bit of confidence.

"Push those skeletons over here! Block the road!"

An engineer shouted instructions, his arm wrapped in blood-stained bandages, yet he still struggled to push the heavy metal wreckage.

However, the Sarkaz offensive was as turbulent as a tidal wave. Their armored convoys rapidly approached, the sound of their tracks crushing the ground like the footsteps of death, shaking the earth.

"They're coming!"

A sentry screamed, his voice filled with undisguised fear.

"Hahaha, just in time! Soldiers, raise your weapons and teach them a lesson!"

Sarkaz soldiers quickly emerged from their bunkers, their guns spitting out dense flashes of fire, bullets raining down on the Sarkaz armored convoy.

However, when the bullets hit the armored vehicle's outer shell, they only sparked and made a clanging sound, but failed to penetrate the thick metal armor.

Their supposedly formidable light firepower only left a few white marks on the armor of the tanks.

The soldiers of the Sakota garrison stood there, their eyes wide open, mouths agape, as if something was choking them, preventing them from making a sound.

The expressions on their faces, which had been resolute as they fired their guns, instantly froze into bewildered and terrified astonishment, as if they were completely unable to comprehend the scene unfolding before them.

The bullets they used were specially made, strong enough to penetrate most metals, yet they couldn't even penetrate the crudely made tanks they described.

This was something they couldn't accept for a while.

Who exactly said that Sarkaz was made of scrap metal?

The turret slowly rotated, its dark muzzle aimed at the hastily erected temporary defense line of the Sakota. As the tank's dark muzzle pointed at them, an uneasy feeling arose in their hearts.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

A Sakota soldier screamed, his voice filled with undisguised despair. He staggered to his feet from behind cover and dragged his wounded comrade backward.

"boom--!"

A deafening roar erupted as the shell struck Sakota's makeshift bunker with pinpoint accuracy. The shockwave instantly ripped the bunker apart, sending rubble and metal debris flying everywhere, and billowing smoke and dust.

Several Sakota soldiers were thrown into the air by the blast wave and crashed heavily to the ground, blood gushing from their mouths and staining the broken ground red.

"It's an array!! They've inscribed an array on the armor!!"

"How...how is this possible! How could they have developed such a weapon in such a short time?!"

The gleaming armor of the tank shattered their last hope, and with the arrival of other tanks, they were completely exposed to the enemy's attack range.

For the fiercely resisting Sakorta, there was only one fate.

Boom!

With a deafening explosion, flames instantly filled everyone's vision, and the entire street trembled slightly under the fire of the tanks.

After breaking through in the north, the Sarkaz army marched triumphantly, and the defensive lines in their path collapsed almost instantly.

The sounds of gunfire, artillery explosions, and armored vehicle engines echoed throughout Lateran all night.

Winning hearts and minds requires evidence, while attacking only requires coordinates.

……

The streets of Laterano are deserted at this moment; the once bustling streets are now eerily quiet.

With heavy footsteps, a figure in a black trench coat slowly stepped onto the cracked stone path. The hem of the trench coat swayed slightly with his movements, appearing particularly out of place in this desolate environment.

[Kazdel Armored Group's [Blitzkrieg] tactic is activated. The armored assault formation has successfully cut through the northern defenses. Influenced by morale, its marching speed is increased by 15%, and its siege damage by 30%.]

[Latland troops' morale reduced by 20%, Sarkaz's overall morale below 0%, [Holy War] combat power bonus reduced to zero.]

……

Since the start of the battle, the notifications in Shen Lin's mind have never stopped.

"Only within the enemy's inner city can the Sarkaz unleash their full combat advantages..."

Shen Lin muttered to himself as he listened to the constant stream of broadcasts popping up in his mind.

Force the opponent to abandon the use of weapons of mass destruction, and then use superior Originium Arts and artillery fire to break through the opponent's defenses.

Just as he had predicted, the enemy's defenses crumbled at the first touch.

Following the methods provided by the system, their secrets, which they could not reveal to the public, were completely exposed to all the Sarkaz.

If the beliefs they have always held are all illusions, then what is the point of their persistence?

Their psychological defenses have collapsed, and they have lost their will to fight. Even if they have guns that can penetrate armor, they cannot win the battle.

Shen Lin came alone this time to find something, namely the secret hidden in Lateran.

Heaven's Pivot... a weapon designed by a previous civilization to resist the coming end.

Its true weapon system is somewhere far beyond the stars, while the mainframe that controls it remains on this land called Terra.

The Sarkaz of Laterano were given the ability to empathize simply by discovering their mainframe buried underground. From then on, they called themselves Sarkaz and revered the mainframe as "the Lord".

This host computer was also the purpose of Shen Lin's trip.

The energy activated by the Heavenly Pivot can instantly annihilate the entire Terra. If they could gain control of the Heavenly Pivot, they would be able to reduce a threatening factor.

Although these Sarkaz did not have the authority to control the Heaven's Pivot mainframe, but could only use it to grant empathy, there was one person on this land who did have that authority.

To prevent any cats from jumping over the wall in a hurry, Shen Lin decided to strike first, which is why he chose Laterano as his primary target.

……

At this moment, all the defending forces in the south rushed frantically to the northern defense line; they had to stop the Sarkaz occupation from expanding further.

"Damn it, our radio tower has been captured by the enemy!!"

"If you see troops wrapped in bandages on the battlefield, don't linger, get out of there..."

"Their armored vehicles are equipped with defensive arrays; our firearms simply cannot penetrate them!!"

"Support!! We need support!!"

Every Sakota soldier's communicator was filled with the shocked shouts of his teammates and the sounds of artillery fire. In just a moment, all the sounds disappeared without a trace, leaving only the sound of tanks rolling over the ground.

The intelligence officer was reporting on the situation at the front lines, his back soaked with cold sweat.

"The Sweet Soup Team has lost contact!!"

"The White Chocolate Lovers Squad has lost contact!!"

Fidel's face turned ashen. He hadn't expected that in the short time it had taken for them to prepare their troops, the Sarkaz had not only stormed into the inner city but had also occupied most of the northern area.

Fast! It's incredibly fast!!

Those Sarkaz seemed to waste no time; they could prepare for ten minutes of Laterano in a minute!

It was only then that Fidir realized they had underestimated the Sarkaz. If they had focused on building air defenses, the battle would have been a completely different story.

Analysis revealed that the Sarkaz aircraft were nothing more than a pile of alloys, with their most valuable component being the engine.

A single bullet hitting their vital parts will immediately throw them off balance in flight.

They are all flawed, and there is nothing Lateran can learn from them.

And it was these very aircraft that Lateran could mass-produce in a single day that so irresistibly tore through their defenses, breached their north and south walls, and left them spinning around in circles.

"It's an utter disgrace that we Laterano have been driven to such a pathetic state by such a poorly made product!!"

Fideel's chest heaved as he personally led the southern garrison to the northern battlefield. He wanted to see what was so special about these devils who had caused their army's defeat.

The troops on both the east and west sides must return to their positions to cut off the Sarkaz's advance.

When the northern part of the Holy City was invaded, they knew things were bad, because once they entered the city for urban warfare, many of their weapons of mass destruction would become unusable.

Of course... unless they completely cease to be human.

pat-

Just as Fidel hesitated, a muffled footstep suddenly rang in their ears. From the moment they heard the sound, the buzzing of the circling aircraft and the sound of explosions in the distance vanished without a trace, like scattered wild geese.

To their astonishment, a straight black figure slowly appeared on the road in the distance. The figure seemed to have noticed them, and a soft laugh echoed in the silent space.

In that instant, all the Sarkaz seemed to lose the ability to perceive time and space; their eyes trembled slightly, and the scene before them continued to collapse into darkness.

In just one step, the man had already come to them from afar.

He exuded a chilling aura, yet also carried an irresistible sense of oppression.

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At this moment, everyone's heartbeats were so clearly audible, like rapid war drums pounding heavily on everyone's nerves in the eerily silent environment.