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Once a person has become accustomed to the shared feelings of the group, the emptiness that comes with being detached from it drives them crazy.

Without the guidance of empathy, they are like ships without a rudder, lost and adrift in the vast ocean.

Collisions and arguments were frequent, plunging Lateran into unprecedented chaos. The cries of children, the screams of adults, and the sounds of objects falling over mingled into a chaotic and desperate symphony.

Meanwhile, the Sarkaz army in the distance keenly noticed the anomaly of these Sarkaz, after all, the disappearance of that dazzling aura was hard to miss.

They roared like wild beasts that had been dormant for a long time.

"For victory!!!"

This shout, like a thunderclap, tore through the smoke of the battlefield, echoing across every inch of land filled with hatred and hope.

Battle banners fluttered fiercely in the wind as Sarkaz warriors, clad in sturdy armor and wielding blades and staves, surged toward the Lateran defenses like a black tide.

The roar of the chariots echoed across the battlefield like thunder. Goliath's army, like death messengers emerging from the abyss of hell, relentlessly crushed Lateran's defensive lines with endless killing intent.

Their faces were filled with frenzy and determination, and their eyes held only one unwavering goal—to completely destroy the enemy's resistance.

Over the years, they have struggled through hardship, watching their compatriots bleed and die on the land of Kazdel, while Lateran took advantage of their misfortune in times of peace and tranquility.

Today, they are fighting for justice for their fallen compatriots and for the future of this land.

Let this land that once inflicted them endless pain and humiliation deeply remember their anger and power, and let this land tremble and submit in their fury.

Smoke billowed across the battlefield like a blood-red curtain, the spires of Laterano collapsed under the barrage of artillery fire, and the Sarkaz army surged through the streets like a black tide.

The closer the Sarkaz army got to the heart of the holy city, the fiercer and more resolute the Lateran resistance became, with the musketeers setting up honeycomb-shaped artillery arrays on the ruins of the bell tower.

Each cannon's rifling is engraved with Originium arrays, and it is loaded not with ordinary ammunition, but with gold-plated steel cores filled with special materials. When the shells are fired, they leave a trail of blazing white fire in their trajectory.

"I offer my loyalty to the Lord!!!"

The cavalry commander shouted, and the six-barreled revolver he carried on his shoulder spewed out holy fire imbued with the aura of Originium, the barrel turning red-hot from continuous firing.

The heavy artillery array of the garrison roared behind them.

They had become numb, mechanically carrying out orders like zombies.

"A toy of a false god."

"Brothers! Charge with me!!!"

Countless Sarkaz, under the cover of tanks, charged fearlessly toward their lines. The tank tracks crushed the bricks and stones on the ground, producing a dull yet awe-inspiring sound.

The shouts of the Sarkaz warriors were deafening. Their eyes burned with the flames of revenge. Ignoring the roar of guns and the rain of shells, they surged forward like a tide.

The first rank of soldiers was blown away by the artillery fire, leaving only boiling Originium dust in the ashes.

The second rank of warriors charged forward through the blood mist, bombarding the Sarkaz defenses with their Originium spells, each attack sending up a violent explosion.

They crossed line after line of fire.

The remains of the third rank of soldiers finally rushed to the front of the battle, their gleaming blades mercilessly slashing at the enemy before them.

"They've gone mad...Aren't these devils even afraid of death?!"

The garrison captain's white gloves were soaked in blood, his gun was red from overload, and he lay on the ground, his eyes filled with despair.

In them, the Sakorta saw the realization of true religion.

If Lateran's faith is based on a false transcendental power that brings happiness to every Sarkaz, then this group of Sarkaz is the exact opposite.

This is a fanatical spirit of resistance. Although they have a religious fervor, it is no longer a religion, because it is more thorough than a religion.

It has completely transcended the boundaries of religion; it is a sublime madness in which they will relentlessly transform the environment and destroy outdated and corrupt orders.

They refused to imagine that there was a transcendent power saving them; they were their own gods, and they themselves were their own source of salvation.

Their will and faith dyed the dawn a crimson color.

……

At this moment, in the basement of the cathedral, Shen Lin suddenly received a system notification in his mind.

Ding-a-ling! The genie has heard your heartfelt wish and has bestowed a blessing upon you. Congratulations! You have received...

[Golden Talent: Martyr's Resonance]

[Golden Talent: Martyr's Resonance]: For every friendly unit that dies on the battlefield, all Sarkaz gain one stack of Mark of Vengeance, each stack increasing attack power by 0.1%, stacking up to 3000 times.

(Note: The stack has now reached 3000 layers, and the effect will last until the end of the war.)

Just as the notification sound faded, Shen Lin clearly sensed a mysterious and powerful force, like a surging tide, rushing wildly into his body from another unknown space.

That power was like countless rushing rivers, swallowed and absorbed by the stars within his body. Every bit of energy that was incorporated caused his body to tremble slightly, as if cheering for the upcoming transformation.

His eyes were instantly enveloped in a layer of dazzling light, and his originally deep pupils now resembled burning stars, radiating a chilling aura.

Even a mere wisp of aura caused a violent energy storm to suddenly erupt around it.

King Ivangelista XI's eyes were filled with astonishment. He had only been absorbing energy from Shen Lin for a short while, and he had never expected that the Demon Lord in front of him would actually set foot on that mountain peak that no one could reach!

The massive energy storm was too much for him to handle; he was violently thrown against the wall and lost consciousness.

"..."

Shen Lin did not expect that after revealing their Sarkaz form, the other party was actually the Stonewing Demon race, which had disappeared from their race.

He only lingered his gaze for a couple more moments before turning his attention to the distance.

It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. Shen Lin didn't expect the system to be so helpful, providing him with a solution from breaking the deadlock to clearing the level in an instant.

He clenched his right hand a few times, and in that instant, the earth seemed so small in his eyes.

He was not overjoyed by this temporary power; he felt sorry for the fallen warriors, each of whom was a brave hero.

Now that the biggest crisis facing Laterano has been resolved, there is no need to waste any more time.

He slowly closed his eyes, a black crown hovering in front of his forehead, data streams like thorns entwining the crown, connecting his consciousness with the entire battlefield.

"Sarkaz warriors—"

"Now—it's time to end this boring farce!!"

Shen Lin raised his right hand high, unleashing his full power and tearing a black rift in the air. The rift resembled the gaping maw of a giant beast, radiating a terrifying aura that seemed to devour everything.

"Let false gods hear true prayers!"

At this moment, the Sarkaz all stopped what they were doing and stared blankly at the giant storm blade formed from pure energy on the dome. The power it carried, capable of changing the color of the sky and earth, was no less than that of a terrifying natural disaster.

Amidst their despairing gazes, the giant blade crashed down upon Laterano's last line of defense.

A tearing sound, transcending the laws of physics, echoed between heaven and earth—a mournful cry as space was brutally cleaved apart.

The moment the giant blade made contact with the ground, the entire world fell silent. Rolling waves of air surged outwards like a tsunami from the point of impact.

As the storm swept through, the foundations of Laterano's holy city were reduced to dust the moment they made contact.

Heavy fire support position number one, armed assault position number two... The Sakata's proud artillery defense line shattered like thin ice, and the bursting fragments of holy light condensed into a beautiful, poignant shower of stars in the air.

In the distance, Violet, who was organizing the evacuation of civilians, stared in disbelief at the astonishing scene in Lateran.

"How is this possible... This... This is not a power of the mortal world!"

Her murmurs were drowned out by the energy tide, and behind her, hundreds of her kind bent their knees like ears of wheat—not in submission, but as their spines were crushed by an overwhelming pressure beyond comprehension.

When the dust settled, deep ravines, thousands of meters deep, were clearly visible on the earth, like wounds left behind by God when He created the world.

The surviving Sakta mechanically stroked his intact body, then let out a maniacal, agonizing laugh.

They finally realized that the aftershocks of that demon's attack were enough to wipe them all out, and their current survival was merely a testament deliberately preserved by the demon.

Witness the collapse of the temples of false gods, and witness the true agents of divine punishment shatter the crowns of falsehood.

It was as if even time itself was kneeling before that figure.

After the aftershocks subsided, the light shone down on the ground without reservation.

At this moment, the road to the Holy City was clear for all Sarkaz warriors; this strike had cleared all obstacles in their path.

Shen Lin's words rang out again, as if he were making a final declaration.

"When we look back at our history..."

“We do not have such fertile land as here, and we do not have the opportunity to stand equally in the international community like they do.”

“Our Kazdel is so overcrowded that even our meager basic needs for life require careful cultivation and regulation.”

"All we ask for is peace, but they have never given us peace."

"It is only natural that the causes they created in the past will bear the fruits they have now."

"Further words are useless; it's time to send the sinners on their way!"

Chapter 81 The Immortal Dawn

Letania

All the electors convened another emergency meeting, this time because of a man claiming to be a messenger from Laterano.

Sakota personally traveled to Letania to plead for their help.

The dome of the Golden Bough Hall projected the burning holy city of Laterano, with buzzing bombers and heavily armed tanks unstoppable like a steel torrent.

This Sarkaz, with tears streaming down his face, denounced the atrocities committed by those wicked devils in their Lateran to the electors.

But none of the electors paid attention to the Sakorta's lament; their eyes were fixed on the images projected by the Sakorta.

The electors seated at the front of the conference table gradually revealed a hint of solemnity and even shock in their eyes. They had not expected that these things were actually the work of that group of Sarkaz.

"Excuse my bluntness, but is it really possible for those barbarians to research and develop such a bombing aircraft? It's simply unbelievable."

"Two years ago, Franz's intelligence said they were exchanging crossbow bolts!"

They hadn't expected that the Sarkaz would be able to develop such a war machine in such a short time.

The situation in Laterano is now extremely urgent.

In a fit of anger, Shi Tongling, the elector of the emperor, slammed his fist on the conference table.

"It's all Franz's fault, that idiot. If he hadn't let those Sarkaz capture the entire main fleet of the Vasseur Territory, none of this would have happened."

When Laterano initially declared war on the Sarkaz, none of them took it seriously, especially since Laterano had already built fortifications into Kazdel's territory.

Everyone thought it would be a one-sided battle, because flesh and blood against Terra's modern firearms seemed like a foregone conclusion.

The result was indeed one-sided, but the outcome was reversed.

This result shocked them all.

While abandoning Syracuse was within their acceptable range, allowing Kazdel and his demon horde to occupy Laterano and establish themselves on Terra was something they could never accept.

Everyone covets the land of Laterano; it's safe to say that any race that occupies this land will be able to develop very well.

What's the point of saying all this now?

"Latland's defenses have collapsed, and it's only a matter of time before the Holy City falls. If we don't act soon, the next place to be bombed might be the Golden Bough Hall of Letania!"

A brief silence fell around the conference table.

"Latland cannot fall into the hands of those demon bastards."

"Leytania and Lateran have been brothers since ancient times."

"The Lateran warriors are still resisting, and the Sarkaz army must be exhausted. We cannot stand by and watch our friends suffer an unjust attack; we must go to their aid immediately."

The Elector of Shi Tongling finally spoke, his voice low and firm.

The electors around the conference table instantly understood his meaning, exchanged glances, and then nodded in agreement.

They knew all too well the value of Laterano—this land was not only the heart of Terra, but also a treasure trove of Originium technology. If the Sarkaz gained a foothold, Letania's hegemony would face an unprecedented challenge.

"Latland is fortunate to have allies like you, and we will always remember your assistance."

Seeing the genuine indignation of the electors around him, Sakota, the messenger from all nations, was deeply moved.

"We must make those devils know the consequences of violating us!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the halo above his head flickered a few times like a faulty light bulb and then went out, revealing the devil's horns and tail on his head.

"..."

This sudden turn of events plunged the entire venue into silence.

All the electors now realized that something irreversible had happened in Laterano, and they had to make a decision about the urgent situation.