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"Pass down the order! Immediately! Right now!! Assemble all of Letania's elite troops!"

"We must intervene in the Laterano battlefield as quickly as possible. Remember, our objective is not only to repel the Sarkaz, but also to ensure the preservation of Laterano's resources and technology."

Upon hearing this, the Lateran messenger was greatly alarmed, staring in disbelief at the Elector who had just made such a solemn vow.

"You... you..."

"As for this Sarkaz messenger... no, he's clearly a demon disguised as a messenger!!"

"Lock him up, hmph... We can't let him become a stumbling block to our plans."

The Elector of Shitong stood up and spoke loudly. Immediately, two Caprini guards came in and dragged the struggling Sakota messenger out.

"The value of this land goes far beyond the Bible and the halo. It is the crossroads of Terra. Controlling Laterano is equivalent to controlling half the world's trade and resources."

"not to mention……"

"Latran's Originium technology reserves, especially their gun and electronic component manufacturing technology, must not fall into the hands of those barbarians. Otherwise, Letania's advantage will be completely lost."

Upon hearing this, a look of greed flashed across the eyes of all the electors.

"But... wouldn't it be too late for us to send troops now?"

"Latland's defenses have collapsed, and those barbarian armies are advancing with unstoppable momentum. If we intervene rashly, we may end up getting burned."

An elector raised his concerns.

"Too late? No, this is the best time..."

Before the Elector of Shitongling could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a hurried voice. A Caprini, panting heavily, pushed open the door and entered.

"Urgent report!! Latest situation on the Lateran battlefield, this is a video sent by our battlefield reporter."

The Elector of Shi Tongling was somewhat displeased at being interrupted. He stared coldly at the messenger in front of him, but since it concerned important intelligence, he could not show his anger and gestured for him to report quickly.

As the video played on the silver screen, the impatience and curiosity of the electors eventually turned into astonishment.

Gazing at the attack that was powerful enough to cleave any mobile city in Letania in two, all the Electors seemed to have been struck by a speechless Originium Arts, and the conference hall fell into complete silence.

"..."

It could be said that the Demon Lord's performance was no less than that of the Witch King back then. If they were to advance rashly, they might end up like Franz.

After a long while, Shi Tongling's electoral marquis coughed awkwardly a few times.

"Ahem... Well, regarding the matter of providing aid to Laterano, we don't think we need to rush it."

“After all, Sarkaz and Sarkaz have a certain historical connection. This is their business, and it would be inappropriate for us to interfere rashly now.”

"Or, how about we stick to the original plan, ask our other allies first, or sign a peace agreement with them, and then launch a counterattack after we've resolved our internal problems?"

……

As the crimson patterns of [Martyr's Resonance] intertwined into a net above the battlefield, the Sarkaz warriors suddenly froze—their armor hummed, their veins boiled, and every muscle seemed to be infused with molten, violent energy by an invisible hand.

The crimson patterns of the Mark of Vengeance surged on the armor of the Sarkaz warriors, and three thousand layers of violent energy transformed into a tangible blood mist, wrapping around every blade and every spell as if it were alive.

As the specially made etching bullets of the first rank of guards whistled through the air, the Sarkaz ranks erupted with beast-like roars. The moment the bullets struck the blood mist, they melted away like ice crystals falling into lava.

"For Kazdel!"

Clad in heavy armor, Goliath was the first to break through the defensive line. The greatswords in their hands, gleaming with cold light, tore through the ceramic armor of the guards, and fragments of metal and flesh sprayed into the air in a fan shape.

The Sarkaz warlocks behind him raised their staffs, and dark red Originium spells swept through like a swarm of locusts. The artillery array that the garrison had carefully constructed turned into molten iron in the bloody light, and even the screams could not be dissipated before they were vaporized into charred smoke.

Lateran's musketeers attempted to retaliate with heavy muskets, but their aura had long since lost its luster and become utterly useless; they were simply unable to mount an effective attack.

The Sarkaz charged without hesitation, his blade cleaving through gun barrels, severing bodies, and tearing through uniforms embroidered with gold thread, as swiftly as harvesting ripe ears of wheat.

At this moment, the engines of the chariots and motorcycles roared like never before, and Theresis stood at the front of the formation.

He watched with his own eyes as the Originium shells fired from the main cannon were completed in just twenty seconds, an attack that normally required three minutes to charge up, and whose power tripled!

"All hands on deck!"

His roar was hoarse from the shock. Dozens of tanks rolled over the ruins of the church, the barbs on their tracks covered in a crimson mist of blood, crushing the guards' ceramic armor like eggshells.

"Fire."

The shells tore through the air, carving scorched furrows into the ground in their wake. The garrison's heavy artillery array was engulfed in flames from the explosions, and the shockwaves sent the remaining musketeers flying into the distance.

The tank convoy advanced like an iron torrent, and the garrison's defenses completely collapsed. A Lateran engineer attempted to detonate an Originium mine underground, but Theresis crushed his chest with a single stomp.

A Sarkaz recruit suddenly leaped into the enemy ranks and cleaved open the chest of a musketeer with his blade—something that would be impossible under normal circumstances.

"Power...it's power bestowed upon me by His Highness!"

Even Ducarre was stunned at this moment. He had slaughtered countless rebels and blasphemers, and he purified his blood with blood, but he had never felt such pure power.

The blood that had been dormant within him suddenly throbbed like a living snake, and his crimson eyes trembled slightly with ecstasy.

"The power within me... is surging!"

With just one step, a crimson gust of wind swept across hundreds of meters around him, and a blood-red kingdom slowly condensed. The scarlet blood mist solidified into sharp spikes, impaling three cavalrymen on the city wall.

Ducarre's pupils contracted—this attack was more than three times more powerful than his usual one.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently.

His crimson eyes gazed at the Sarkaz warriors who were slaughtering wantonly in the boiling blood mist on the battlefield. In his eyes, the bloodline power of those mixed-blood Sarkaz was erupting like a geyser.

Two years ago, you were just an ordinary person imprisoned...

"These crimson spikes, powerful enough to pierce the city walls, are clearly a blood sacrifice spell that only appeared during the Golden Age of Tikkaz!"

His knuckles turned white from clenching his fists, and violent energy coursed wildly beneath his skin.

The purity of one's bloodline determines the heights a Sarkaz can reach from the very beginning, yet this prince has managed to unleash a power that all Sarkaz disregard, unleashing a force they could not otherwise control.

This had an even greater impact on Ducarre than Shen Lin's earth-shattering blow.

"Words, will, and faith... can they bloom into such vibrant flowers? Could it be that I've been pursuing the wrong path all along...?"

“Thousands of years have passed... How could the Sarkaz have actually given birth to a monster like you?”

Your Highness... just who are you?

……

The army gathered outside the square, forming a black tide that surged forth.

If the Sarkaz could previously exert some influence on them with their city's heavy artillery array, now, with the bonus from [Martyr's Resonance], nothing can stop their advance.

"What power this is..."

A cavalryman slumped beside the mangled body of his comrade, his pupils reflecting the shadowy horns emerging from the blood mist. His hands could no longer grip the weapon; he had completely given up resistance.

This is the immense power born from a will even more fanatical than their faith, and now there is no force in Laterano that can stop them.

The young Sarkaz warrior Thar, carrying the Kazdel flag, charged to the front lines. His armor was riddled with bullet holes, and his face was blackened by Originium flames, but the emblem on his chest remained bright.

This badge was a memento he inherited from his miner father, who died twenty years earlier during a border sweep in Lateran.

Now he will wear this badge, so that Kazdel's banner may stand at the highest point of Laterano.

"Higher...higher!"

Tal roared as he climbed, driving the flagpole into the crumbling wall of the Holy City Cathedral. The bricks cut deep, bone-revealing wounds into his palms, and blood flowed down the flagpole, soaking the black and red banner.

The Lateran flag was pulled down, and Kazdel's flagpole finally pierced the base at the highest point of the holy city.

Tal looked up.

He saw the drop of blood hovering in mid-air, refracting countless fragmented spots of light—

It was the hunched back of his father in the mine;

It is the tip of a Sarkaz child's tongue covered with Originium fragments;

It is the burning pupils of all those who look up at this flag at this moment.

Time freezes at this moment.

The wind stopped.

The sounds of gunfire, roars, and clashing metal fell silent.

Tal's hand still gripped the flagpole tightly, blood staining the flag with dark red lines. His pupils reflected the ruins of Lateran, and the tearful eyes of every compatriot.

Only the folds of the flag fluttering, rising and falling slowly like breathing, weave together thousands of years of exile and struggle with the ecstasy and emotion of this moment into the same thread of destiny.

Then, the first ray of sunlight pierced through the smoke of battle.

The national flag fluttered wildly in the gale, and Tal raised his clenched right fist, his fingers twisted from excessive force, yet he still roared—a silent, soul-rending roar.

"We—have won!!!"

The roar awakened all the Sarkaz.

The warriors in the blood mist all looked up at the same time. They saw the banner, the blood-stained back of Tar, and the dried blood and fresh wounds on their own armor.

"For His Highness!!"

"For victory!!"

A thousand years of exile, famine in the mines, silence before the mass graves... all suffering transforms into boiling magma at this moment, gushing forth from his throat.

The flagpole stands atop the holy city, like a sword piercing the throat of a god.

One day we will tear it apart

This defeated and faded sky

Under that dazzling crimson dawn

Those that never stop

Boiling Faith and Will

With the hope that blossoms in life

We sang and celebrated.

That never ends

An immortal dawn!!

Chapter 82 Chaos Assimilation

The smoke of battle still lingered over the ruins of the holy city. Broken crosses leaned precariously among the charred stone pillars, and fragments of gold leaf drifted in the wind like withered leaves.

[Ding—Host has completed strategic objective: Capture Lateran Holy City]

[Main Quest: Civilization Choice - Entering Settlement Phase]

[Task settlement in progress... You have completed your selection, Chaos Assimilation!]

[Unlock Racial Talent: Bloodline Resonance]

For every 1 Fallen Sarkaz absorbed, the entire faction's Originium Adaptability increases by 1%, and the effect of Oripathy decreases by 1% (currently increased to 35%).

The connection network between Blackcrown and the Fallen Sakorta has been initially established.

[Unlock Title: Conquer the Land]

Increases friendly morale by 15%, reduces enemy unit combat strength by 15%, and decreases the probability of rebellion in surrender zones by 90%.

[Sarcasm (Elevation)]

Existing effects enhanced: Production efficiency increased from 20% to 30%, mobilization speed increased to 80%.

[Unity of All People (Assimilation)]

New: Conquered races have a 30% chance of voluntarily adopting Sarkazism; Sarkaz's resistance to ideological influence is greatly reduced.

[Power: Reign - Evolution]

New Feature [Assimilation Will]: Increases the production efficiency of all resource points within Laterano by 25%.

[Note: The shackles of blood ties have been broken, and the karmic flames of old grudges will soon be extinguished.]

The smoke of battle had not yet cleared when a Sarkaz veteran huddled in a trench. His left arm was covered with hideous Originium crystals due to Oripathy, and every breath was accompanied by a sharp pain in his lungs.

Suddenly, a warm current surged from my heart, permeating my entire body like spring water.

"This...this is?!"