Save the simulator and make Sarkaz great again!

Shen Lin seemed to hear the sound of something shattering.

"Gu...kill me."

……

[Ding—Target sentiment value detected: 100/100]

[Oh my god!! I knew the host was the most amazing!!]

[The moment the host makes a move, we know whether it's good or bad!!]

The little ball of light shone brightly with excitement, bouncing and leaping around in the system space like a wind-up toy that wouldn't stop. As it bounced, it muttered to itself.

[Great! Mission accomplished! My identity as a full-fledged simulator user is now secure...]

Before it could finish speaking, a red notification panel suddenly appeared in front of it.

[Ding—Target sentiment value detected: 0/100]

[Warning! The target's emotional state has fallen below the critical point! The main target, Violet, has entered a state of permanent self-isolation.]

[The current strategy mission has failed. You have two attempts remaining.]

The little ball of light suddenly stopped and remained silent for a long time.

【Gaia!!!】

Chapter 89 Moonshadow-class Airship

At this moment, the sunlight had completely penetrated the clouds and shone on the ancient buildings, giving these buildings, which had withstood the test of time, a unique brilliance.

On the streets and alleys of Victoria, recruitment advertisements on giant screens are like a grand visual feast, attracting countless citizens to stop and watch.

Sunlight streamed onto the screen, reflecting a dazzling light, as if adding a touch of sanctity to this "national call to action."

Brave pilots flew their fighter jets through the clouds, amidst a barrage of gunfire, and the flag of victory fluttered in the wind.

On the screen, countless tanks rolled over the shattered streets, the sound of their tracks crushing bricks and stones like the earth's low growl, and the steel behemoths roared forward through the ruins.

The roar of the bombers tore through the sky like the roar of an ancient dragon. Their wings sliced ​​through the clouds, casting shadows like the wings of death, covering every inch of the land.

The final image freezes on the terrified look in the eyes of a Victorian facing a chariot.

"Haha, looks familiar?"

The narrator in the advertisement, a film soldier, speaks with a slightly teasing tone, as if he is talking to each viewer.

"Such a war is unfolding right now throughout Terra!"

"You could be next! Unless you can make the most important choice of your life!"

The narrator's voice suddenly became impassioned, and the scene switched to a group of young people wearing military uniforms, walking proudly towards the fighter jets.

As a burst of rousing music began, the Royal Air Force insignia appeared on the screen, its golden wings gleaming in the sunlight.

"Prove to everyone that you have the strength and courage to pursue freedom! Join the Victoria Air Force! Become an elite force that defends the nation!"

"Witness the skies like never before! Let managerial democracy benefit this land! Become a hero! Become a legend! Become a member of the Royal Air Force!"

After the commercial ended, the registration hotline and the address of the conscription center appeared on the screen, while the background music continued to echo in the streets.

The young people of Victoria on the street had straightened their backs, their faces radiating an innate sense of superiority.

"Behold, this is the power of Victoria! Our Victoria fleet has conquered the land, and now we will conquer the skies once more!!"

"The Royal Air Force is not something that some small, rural country can compare to. Those heavy, clunky machines from Ursus and those fancy gadgets from Letania are simply no match for them!"

"I told you long ago, Victoria is the future of Terra! Some people were worried about those demons' flying machines, but now they've been proven wrong."

"Kazdel and Yan Kingdom are outdated relics! The flag of Victoria is destined to be planted in every corner of Terra!"

"That's it!"

"Victoria! Our Victoria is invincible!!"

……

Letania

Fremont's fingers hovered over a spot in the air, as if caressing an invisible harp.

This is the lich observing the flow of the "life string".

The ability to exchange information through the threads of their life strings is a unique racial talent among liches.

Fremont retrieved Emengard's voice from the void a week ago.

“Teacher, you always say that the lich’s mission is to observe. But if the entire theater is about to collapse, the contract we hold is nothing but a blood-stained piece of waste paper.”

"By the way, the drive shafts of the mobile city-states here in Kazdel are almost rusted to death. If you have any experts in multiphase fluid mechanics, could you please help us find one?"

"You need to be proficient in parts maintenance, independently design gearboxes, and be able to perform crankshaft stress analysis. Oh! At the very least, you need to be able to understand those encrypted steam pressure curves from the Sakortas..."

"puff--"

Fremont nearly choked on his coffee, coughing a few times.

Emengard really dares to speak his mind; any one of these talents would be highly sought-after in other countries, with no trouble finding employment.

He gazed into the void, as if he could see Emengard's young yet pretentious face, tinged with cunning and eagerness.

"You silly child, it's been so long, and the first thing you say is that you're here to collect a debt."

He murmured softly, his tone tinged with helplessness yet also revealing a hint of doting affection.

The child had complained to him more than once about how heavy the workload was there, and several times had tried to drag him back to Kazdel.

It's true, people don't think of their teachers when there are good things to do, but they immediately think of them when they need to do chores.

Fremont shook his head. Although he had never met the newborn Demon King, the fearsome title of "Demon Lord" seemed to be a taboo among the Electors.

Among the nobles of Letania, the word "demon" had become something to be feared.

"After all, those guys have a lot of Sarkaz blood on their hands, and now that a tough guy has come along, they're scared."

I don't know how Fremont is in other countries, but in Letania, the Sarkaz have always been unpopular, and even though he has gained a position in Letania, Caprini rarely respects him.

Ever since Kazdel moved to Laterano, the Caprini students who usually looked down on him now respectfully address him as "Professor Fremont".

Thinking of this, a smug smile involuntarily appeared on Fremont's lips.

It can only be said that he truly lived up to his reputation as the Demon King, single-handedly changing the Sarkaz's situation in Letania.

If it weren't for the fact that his life—the lich's fate—was still in the hands of his most prized disciple, the Lich King Helhunzoren, he too would have wanted to go back with Emengard to take a look.

"Hiss, but speaking of which, I've never heard of this newly born Demon King before. Is Kazdel such a place with outstanding people and resources?"

He stroked his beard and muttered to himself, "The lich has seen too many conquerors, but Shen Lin is the first to integrate the Sarkaz into a complete whole."

Even the Shah of yesteryear and the current Witch King cannot win the hearts and minds of their subordinates; this is not something that can be achieved simply by possessing power.

Fremont knew very well that the royal court there used to be a bunch of stubborn, inflexible people. They had strength, but no one was willing to submit to anyone else, which meant they had a lot of energy but always wasted it.

This was one of the main reasons he left Kazdel in the first place; how could he possibly govern Kazdel while he was with these insects who were obsessed with their own world?

"Kazdel, it's been so long since I've been back. How's it doing now...?"

Fremont tugged on a dark gold string, and the planetarium on the wall immediately projected the current state of Kazdel.

When he left, Fremont had already observed everyone in Kazdel, including the Demon Lord at the time.

Their fate, though far superior to that of ordinary Sarkaz, was far too ordinary for a Demon Lord.

Countless crimson bloodline threads spread like a spider web across the center of Terra's core, while the silver-white dot representing Emengard is trapped in the center of the web, resembling a shining star.

The demon lord's lifeline was a dark red vortex. His fate line was not a single color like the previous royal court, but an entanglement of the resentment and hope of countless races.

Fremont's breathing quickened instantly, and his withered hands unconsciously gripped the edge of the planetarium, his knuckles turning white from the force.

The dark red vortex before them was no ordinary omen of destiny; the power it contained seemed capable of overturning the entire Kazdel and even shaking the very foundations of Terra.

"This... how is this possible?"

Fremont muttered to himself, his voice filled with disbelief.

Throughout his long life, he had witnessed the rise and fall of countless races and the intertwining and changing of countless destinies, but such a strange and powerful vortex of fate had never appeared in his sight.

This power seems to have completely surpassed that of the Witch King Helhunzoren, and according to the confident tone of Emengard, this Demon King seems to have failed the exam in Vazar Territory, when he was still an unknown figure.

He spent two years surpassing Helhunzoren, the most terrifying genius in Terra today, his most prized student, and the perfecter of the Golden Melody.

Persuade the royal court, unify Kazdel, shatter Franz's main fleet, don the crown, occupy Syracuse, and conquer Lateran...

He completed the path that took the Witch King a hundred years to traverse in just two years?!

Is he crazy, or is Terra crazy?

With the sound of footsteps, Fremont immediately composed himself, as a student knocked on the door.

“Professor Fremont, this is your letter…”

"If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now."

"Hmm? You've worked hard. Let me see who still cares about this old man."

The moment he opened the letter, his gaze sharpened slightly.

The Witch King will need many more to sacrifice their lives for his plans this time...

In a brutal manner, magical circuits were implanted into their bodies to continuously provide energy for the spells of the Tower of Origin.

The Witch King's command had no reason and required no explanation.

The cold wind of Letania howled between the twin towers, sounding like a broken horn on the ancient battlefield of Sarkaz.

The letter burned in the lich's palm, the blue flames reflecting the new wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and a silken string hanging beside him began to move without wind.

In that instant, he seemed much more forlorn.

The Twin Project must be implemented now.

"Fremont, Fremont... what were you thinking when you decided to kill your best, most proud student?"

……

The huge headline on the front page of the newspaper was particularly eye-catching.

"Victoria's Spear Shakes Terra! Victoria's Airspace is Impregnable!"

"Reaching Maximum Flight Altitude! Leitania Aircraft Achieves Major Breakthrough!!"

……

Shen Lin looked at the newspaper in his hand; the enemy's military equipment practically screamed "targeting us."

The battle between Kazdel and Lateran made all nations realize the importance of airspace. Even in simulated warfare, if airspace is lost, their high-speed warships become giant targets under enemy bombers.

As for drones, they are far from reaching the extreme altitudes of Sarkaz aircraft.

The effective kill range of those drones is too low; an experienced hunter could shoot them down with Originium Arts alone.

Covering drones with a high-strength, lightweight alloy would be too costly to manufacture, and the drones themselves would have limited functionality.

You can't expect these little guys to be able to load explosives that can blow up a city wall.

Size, maneuverability, and payload capacity have become popular topics in aircraft research today.

Those imperialists, while they shout about peace, are secretly preparing for war in their territories, aren't they?!

However, he has left the matter of war preparations to Theresis, and now his focus is more on industrialization.

"Let's open the mystery gift pack and see what we get..."

Shen Lin curiously opened the system panel. This was the first time he had encountered a task that could reward him with a gift pack. Previously, the system seemed to have always given out talents directly.

"Can we only get rewards from within the Terra universe? That makes sense. Whether we can use them if rewards from other universes appear is another matter."

As the reward kept flashing in a shaking miniature jar, Shen Lin gradually held his breath, and a notification sounded.

[Ding—Congratulations, host, you have obtained the "Moonshadow-class Airship Design Blueprint"]

[A blimp suspended in the clouds, equipped with a miniature anti-gravity device and a phase crystal shield system, its romantic atmosphere is irresistible.]

(Note: At the boundary between the stars and the sea of ​​clouds, there is always a garden waiting to be awakened—it belongs neither to the sky nor to the earth, but only to those who look up at it.)

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