Save the simulator and make Sarkaz great again!

He sat up abruptly, trembling as he tore open his breastplate. The purplish-black Originium markings beneath his skin were fading at a visible speed, and cracks appeared on the crystalline surface, oozing dark red pus and blood—the release of mineral toxins that had accumulated over many years.

He tried to clench his fist, and his previously stiff knuckles became as flexible as ever; he could even hear the soft sound of bones rubbing together.

"My Oripathy...has lessened?!"

He pounded the ground in disbelief, sending cracked clods of earth flying. The force of this punch far exceeded anything he had ever felt before, as if magma were surging through his veins.

The same changes spread like wildfire.

A young Sarkaz soldier was bandaging his comrade's wound when pale gold lines suddenly appeared on his palm. He instinctively pressed on the comrade's bleeding abdomen, and the Oripathy-infected wound slowly healed under the illumination of the lines.

"what have you done?!"

The wounded soldier stared wide-eyed.

"not me……"

The young soldier looked towards the figure in black crown on the distant high platform.

"It's Your Highness's...it's Lord Shen Lin's power!"

In the trenches, beside the ruins, and even on the verge of death, Sarkaz warriors regained life in this warm current. Originium crystals crumbled, coughing up blood turned into steady breathing, and hunched backs straightened again.

A trembling girl raised her hand, her fingertips bursting with unprecedented blazing white flames—she had been a cripple abandoned due to the high degree of crystallization of her body caused by Oripathy.

"I can survive... I can continue to fight for His Highness!!"

She covered her face with her hands, tears welling up in her eyes.

Amidst the ruins, the Sarkaz's battle cry resounded once more. This time, the voice was no longer hoarse with hatred, but only filled with the ecstasy of rebirth and absolute loyalty.

"Long live Your Highness!!!"

The cheers were deafening. The soldiers quickly removed their damaged armor, revealing their healing Originium crystals, and at that moment, they couldn't help but shed tears.

Even the most ruthless warrior couldn't help but be moved by this.

He thought of his younger brother who had died in the mine, his father who stood silently before the mass grave, and all his compatriots who had been completely crystallized by Oripathy. At that moment, those desperate cries were finally replaced by cheers.

"The Sarkaz have finally found their god..."

"Your Highness, if only you could have arrived sooner..."

……

The Sarkaz warriors were still immersed in the ecstasy of rebirth—the relief of Oripathy, the power surging in their veins, all of it felt like a dream.

They fell silent when a black figure appeared.

Shen Lin slowly walked up the high platform used for speeches in Laterano, where his voice could be heard throughout the entire city.

Beneath his feet lay the crumbling bricks and tiles of the church, and above him shone the blazing sun.

The cheers receded like a tide, replaced by a subdued solemnity.

The surviving Sarkaz people huddled at the edge of the square, their halos long since faded; the Sarkaz warriors, on the other hand, stood tall, the bloodstains on their armor still radiating warmth.

The man stood upright on the stage, a black crown appearing above his head. He could sense the complex torrent of emotions flowing below the stage, a resonance between him and the will of thousands of Sarkaz.

“Dear compatriots...we have achieved a great victory today.”

"Today, Kazdel's banner has finally been planted on the heart of the false god!"

The man's deep, powerful voice echoed throughout Laterano, and countless Sarkaz warriors eagerly awaited his arrival, their eyes burning with anticipation.

In stark contrast, the ordinary people of Sakota were filled with despair, unsure of where their fate was headed.

Even though no Sarkaz deliberately violated the territory and homes of these ordinary civilians during the war, the brutal scenes they displayed on the battlefield still greatly shocked these peaceful Sarkaz.

They could feel the overwhelming rage and indomitable will of the Sarkaz.

The square was silent, save for the man's voice echoing in the air. The people of Sakota lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the man on the platform, their bodies trembling slightly.

Why is the Sakorta so afraid of falling from the heavens?

"Because they will revert to their original form; they will become Sarkaz, the devils of the Bible!"

“Those cowardly sinners who call themselves saints…they have launched baseless accusations against us in the Bible, causing every Sarkaz person to bear a false accusation for thousands of years!!”

"The most unheard-of thing is that their ideology has divided all of us Sarkaz peoples, angels and devils, justice and injustice, hope and filth and ugliness."

"As a result, Kazdel suffered countless large-scale invasions in the years that followed, and every child born in Kazdel...died with difficulty growing up."

"The holiness of those hypocritical saints is derived from the blood of their own people; we cannot tolerate it!!"

As the man spoke, his grief and indignation were conveyed from his black crown to the hearts of every listener.

Almost simultaneously, the eyes of all the Sarkaz within the Holy City lost their luster. They stared tremblingly at the black figure on the high platform, calmly awaiting the final judgment.

Just when they were about to lose hope, they heard the man on the stage continue speaking.

"When the war ended, like millions of Sarkaz people, they believed that the people of Sarkaz should not be held responsible for the war."

"Our people are innocent!! They always have been, and always have been!!"

“We have never been the cause of suffering, nor have we been the ones who commanded the wars in the past, and we have no ability to change the political situation in Kazdel in the past.”

"Therefore, we will not vent our anger on these irrelevant people. We will give those compatriots who were once misled by sinners a chance to return to the Sarkaz community."

"However, they must prove that they have the determination and courage to change—to discard the false halo and face their true selves."

No sooner had Shen Lin finished speaking than all the teams composed of the Heart Demons escorted the incapacitated Sarkaz prisoners of war to the side of the church. Along with them, the scriptures were thrown next to these churches.

The crowds almost completely surrounded the huge church, making it impossible to move.

And these are only a part of the current screening.

These Sarkaz were identified by the Mind Demons as being part of the Sarkaz massacre and sweep, and the sins they committed are unforgivable.

The pungent smell of gasoline filled everyone's nostrils.

Under the icy gaze of the accompanying Sarkaz warriors, torches were handed one by one to each of the Sarkaz brought before them—so that they could ignite the scriptures and sinners that were once considered sacred but were filled with slander against the Sarkaz.

Tils stood rooted to the spot, time seemed to freeze for those few brief seconds, he gritted his teeth, his inner struggle churning in his eyes.

Suddenly a voice rang out beside him.

"What a joke! Even if I die, even if I jump off the top of the Revelation Stone Tower and die outside, I would rather die than face these people who destroy our faith..."

This firm voice immediately made the hesitant Tyr feel extremely ashamed, but before he could express his opinion...

The Sarkaz next to him glared at the shouting Sarkaz, who immediately shivered. With a determined look in his eyes, he resolutely threw the torch in his hand into the fuse.

The decisiveness of that action left Tils speechless.

This throw, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirred up a thousand ripples. In an instant, the other Sarkaz no longer hesitated, and countless torches fluttered into the flames.

"Traitors!! You devilish traitors!!"

The fire raged fiercely, like a wildly dancing crimson dragon, and the surging heat swept over them, turning the faces of every Sarkaz and Sarkaz as red as blood.

The piercing howls and screams turned every Sakorta pale, and the acrid smell of burning flesh filled the air, inextricably intertwined with the suffocating tension.

The clash between past beliefs and present choices is intense, leaving me with a mix of emotions that are hard to describe.

The flames burned higher and higher, as if to pierce the sky and completely ignite Lateran. This marked the end of an old era and the faint glimmer of a new one.

For these Sakortas...

The faith they once relied on for survival must be trampled upon by themselves.

In the glow of the burning fire, the man slowly opened his arms.

"In the process of fighting alongside you all, some things have made me understand more clearly..."

“Social class, economic conditions, knowledge barriers, blood ties—these are the things that divide our people. From the very beginning, I have been thinking that I must declare war on this infighting.”

"We must firmly uphold one principle: We Sarkaz people must unite!!"

"Whether rich or poor, members of the royal court or ordinary people, our political views should be consistent, our goals should be consistent, and our will should be consistent."

"Those who do not understand us do so simply because they have not experienced the same disasters we have suffered."

"We must transcend internal strife to achieve our goals! We need to build a community, uniting the entire nation amidst the ruins!!"

His resounding voice once again struck the hearts of every Sarkaz person. The Sarkaz warriors clenched their fists, as if at this moment, their sense of mission grew even stronger.

The hardships and obstacles they faced when they fought side by side in the past flashed through their minds, and those obstacles caused by internal conflicts have now transformed into a determination to unite as one.

What persuades a person is never the road, but the wall. And what awakens a person is never preaching, but hardship.

Every Sarkaz knows what Shen Lin is doing now, and they all understand what Shen Lin is about to do, but they still choose to support him without hesitation.

At this moment, his will is the will of the Sarkaz people, and also the will of Kazdel.

"If one loses the meaning and purpose of life, one cannot live faithfully."

"And now we, the people of Sarkaz, have only one wish: to pursue happiness in our own way, and not to interfere with us!"

"We will not interfere in any country, and therefore we will not allow them to interfere in us!"

"Kazdel is beneath our feet! Kazdel is proud of us! Kazdel inspires us to forge ahead!!"

"The drumbeats will converge! The flags will converge! The people will converge!"

"From this point on, the Sarkaz who had previously resisted contact will all follow Kazdel's ranks."

"Therefore, we must now make a promise that every single moment will be dedicated solely to the people of Sarkaz and Kazdel,"

"Our highest respect to the people of Sarkaz!!!"

The powerful words had barely fallen when the man raised his right fist, his soaring emotions like an erupting volcano, instantly igniting the passion of everyone in the square.

"For victory!!"

The Sarkaz warriors could no longer contain their excitement. They threw their weapons into the air and caught them steadily, the sounds of metal clashing together creating a stirring battle song.

That was a symphony of power, a hymn of glory.

Their faces were flushed with excitement, veins bulging on their foreheads, and each of them poured out all their strength to express the joy and pride in their hearts.

The weapons, illuminated by the leaping firelight, gleamed with a chilling light, much like their unwavering conviction.

"For victory!!"

They shouted in unison, their voices converging like rolling thunder, shaking every inch of the square, even the bricks and stones beneath their feet trembled slightly in the powerful sound.

The sound waves surged and spread to every corner of Lateran, as if to spread the joy and hope of victory to every part of this land.

The people of Sakota were also deeply moved by this enthusiastic atmosphere.

Tils stared in shock at the man on the stage, his heart pounding faster as the deafening cheers grew louder and louder.

He had been feeling lost and uneasy since losing the sense of empathy, but at this moment he regained that sense of empathy, a feeling completely different from before.

Since learning the truth, he felt only complicated emotions and could not bring himself to hate these Sarkaz.

His gaze was drawn to the Sarkaz warriors' high spirits and fervent expressions.

Without realizing it, his feet began to bounce to the rhythm of the surroundings, and his throat began to shout uncontrollably.

"For victory!!"

His face turned pale in that instant.

His eyes darted left and right, afraid that his companions would see his disheveled state, but as his gaze fell upon him, his expression froze.

He saw the warrior who had just been shouting indomitable words beside him, now his eyes filled with fanaticism, as if he had long been a Kazdelite.

"For victory!!"

Chapter 83 The Sargons are strangely good

"The king set out from the wasteland, and the marketplaces sprouted like spring buds beneath her skirts. The road to wealth connected the high mountains and dense forests, until she disappeared on the edge of the western waves."

Theresa gently closed the book of poems in her hands. As her caravan traversed the golden canyons of Sargon, she couldn't help but marvel at the magnificent natural landscape of the place.

Sargon is perhaps one of the most expansive kingdoms in Terra to date. Endless deserts intertwine with lush forests, creating a strange and captivating landscape.

This is the real reason why Shen Lin sent her here to trade: to establish a stable trade channel for Kazdel.

Moreover, there are no complicated procedures here; diplomats can meet directly with the King and Pasha.

After she was relieved of the burden of being the Demon King, she finally had time for herself. On her way to Sargon, she learned the local language and is now able to communicate fluently in daily life.

Although she was constantly on the road, she felt fulfilled and happy.