Save the simulator and make Sarkaz great again!

"Get out of the way!! Sarkaz! This is the Witch-King's final ultimatum!"

"Otherwise, even your Demon King won't be able to protect you later."

Alexei smiled, and under the sergeant's sharp gaze, he stepped aside.

Now Ivan has had enough time to get them to safety.

"Hmph... A wise person knows when to yield."

The sergeant waved his hand to order a search of the camp, only to find that apart from the hundred or so elderly infected people, the rest of the camp was deserted.

Where are they?

The sergeant's face instantly turned ashen, and his voice trembled with rage.

What about those who were infected?

Alexei slowly put away his pocket watch.

"Perhaps they have already flown into the skies of Kazdel, or perhaps... they are right beneath your feet."

"Sir, we've discovered a passage leading to underground pipes!!"

The sergeant's face instantly turned ashen, a violent glint flashed in his eyes, and his voice trembled with rage.

"You damned Sarkaz bastard! How dare you play us?!"

The sergeant's staff trembled slightly, clearly enraged. He took a sudden step forward, the staff almost touching Alexei's skin.

"You think you can escape? You think those infected can escape? The Witch King's wrath will engulf all of Letania, and you will all pay the price!"

"Or do you really think that demon lord would help a nobody like you get revenge?"

"Sarkaz bastard! You're nothing but a pathetic pawn, feeling pathetic and wronged, aren't you?"

"Once we catch those infected, you'll see them executed, watch their hopes shatter before your eyes!"

Alexei wiped the blood from his face, looked at the somewhat exasperated sergeant, and laughed heartily.

"You can't catch them. They've gone far enough that you'll never be able to catch them."

The sergeant clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force. He slammed his fist into Alexei's abdomen with such force that Alexei doubled over.

Even so, Alexei still did not utter a single cry of pain.

"Take him to the tower!!"

The sergeant roared.

"Since he's so eager to die, let's grant his wish!!"

On the way to the tower, the sergeant's sharp gaze kept sweeping over Alexei's somewhat disheveled face, trying to find a trace of panic and regret.

But he was disappointed; not a trace of fear appeared on his face.

At that moment, Alexei felt a warm current flow through his body, and all the pain seemed to disappear. His eyes widened suddenly.

This is His Highness's gaze!

In that instant of connection with His Highness, countless pieces of information inevitably flooded into his mind.

A powerful force was about to be injected into his body.

Once he accepts this power, he will be able to easily escape.

"..."

A slight smile appeared on his lips as he gently shook his head.

He refused the gift; his wish had been fulfilled.

In the instant he received the flow of ideas and information, he understood that the significance of his sacrifice at this moment was extraordinary for the entire Sarkaz tribe.

As the tower gradually came into view, in the final moment, he seemed to see the fluttering flag, and involuntarily hummed all the familiar songs of the Sarkaz.

"Thorns grow from ruins, and rust sings in the cold wind."

"Dig through the wall of lies, dig through the rock strata to see the starlight!"

"The echo of crushing chains, the sun buried deep in the darkness."

"With the dawn's verses leading to the land, the Sarkaz banner will surely fly high!"

……

In the darkness, everyone can decide how their own flame burns.

Warmth for the weary? Guidance for the lost? Shelter for the homeless?

None of that matters. What matters is...

You can decide how long you want to burn it and how brightly you want it to burn!

Such a person is extraordinary, with unparalleled courage and determination.

Unafraid of power, unconcerned about losing their lives.

With unwavering loyalty, they forged their honor with blood.

Who calls it foolishness? The truth is revealed on the verge of death!

Chapter Ninety-Seven: Letania or War?

A heavy raindrop struck the spire, a sign that a downpour was imminent.

The towers of Letania still soar into the clouds, their spires gleaming with a cold light in the sunlight.

Although the nobles below the tower were uneasy about the threat posed by Kazdel, whenever their gaze swept over the towering structure, their fear was replaced by a strange sense of confidence.

The electors sat around the long table, their faces burning with rage.

After all, now is not the right time to break ties with Kazdel. The Witch King's current actions are tantamount to stomping their faces on the ground.

They were aware of Alexei's death, of course, but at this stage they were powerless to obey the Witch King's orders.

Moreover, those infected are still in the Witch King's territory, so rescuing them is naturally impossible.

If Herhunzoren gives you an order, will you obey?

We must carry it out, even if it means death!!

only……

“Alexei’s death has indeed enraged Kazdel. That tyrant… they demand that we hand over those involved in this incident…”

"But Lord Herhunzoren disdains this order... The conflict is about to erupt."

An elderly elector spoke slowly, his voice tinged with worry.

“Our messengers have discovered a large army massing on the border of Kazdel.”

"I can foresee that the Demon Lord will not let this go easily, and his threat to Letania should not be underestimated."

The Witch King's reckless actions ultimately brought trouble to Letania.

The Sarkaz did notify them immediately after the situation arose, but now all the Electors are busy pushing forward the soon-to-be-completed Twin Project.

At this critical juncture, who would dare to risk offending the Witch King by going to his territory for the sake of those Sarkaz?

Another elector sneered.

"It's just a bluff. No matter how strong Kazdel is, they're just a bunch of newly civilized Sarkaz. Do you really think they'd dare to attack us, Letania?"

"When we were attacked by Kazdel, the Duke of Victoria promised to support us. If they dare to attack, it will start a war that will affect the whole of Terra."

"In my opinion, they are putting pressure on us, forcing us to continue making concessions on political positions so that they can gain more benefits!"

As soon as this elector made his opinion, the other electors whispered among themselves and nodded in agreement.

One of the electors suddenly reminded him.

"Speaking of which, Ursus has already signed a non-aggression pact with them. This means that we can't count on Ursus for support."

"Are you talking about Ursus? That greenhorn new emperor?"

The Elector of Fordgang abruptly cut off the questioning, slamming his fist on the table, making the silver goblets clink.

"Their emperor hasn't even wiped the bloodstains off the palace! The new nobles are busy dividing up the old party's territory, how can they have the energy to care about any non-aggression pact? That's just an empty promise the devil lord makes to glorify himself!"

"Kazdel took Syracuse and Lateran with lightning speed. If Syracuse was just a coincidence, then Lateran is something that even with our entire army's attack, we couldn't have taken in such a short time."

"Besides, we also have sophisticated magic towers! The magic arrays in the towers are enough to withstand any attack! No matter how powerful Kazdel's flying machines are, they can't possibly break through our defenses!"

His words acted like a shot in the arm, easing the atmosphere in the council chamber somewhat.

The spell towers standing tall in each region are the foundation of Letania's pride. They are like unyielding defensive towers, inscribed with various spell arrays that enhance Originium spells.

Once the resonance is triggered, the energy generated in that instant can amplify the power of their spells by dozens of times!

"That's right,"

Another elector echoed this sentiment.

"The Tower of Origin is our greatest source of strength. As long as the tower stands, Kazdel will not dare to act rashly."

One of the duchesses looked at them, a hint of helplessness flashing in her eyes.

"Haven't you seen it yet? Kazdel's rise has changed the landscape of Terra. Their power far exceeds our imagination. The towers alone are simply not enough to withstand their offensive."

"So what do you suggest?"

The Elector of Fordham looked at her coldly.

"To bow down to those Sarkaz? To hand over the murderers involved in the Tower of Origin project? That's utterly absurd!"

"Does Leitania really think it will perish if we don't listen to you?"

"It's hard to tell!"

With just a cold snort, the duchess's voice was calm yet carried a hint of sharpness.

"Kazdel is no longer the bandits of the past. Their threat is not just empty boasting."

"do not talk!!"

Shi Tongling's elector stood up, his voice hoarse yet carrying an undeniable authority.

“Victoria shares our position; their nobles will not stand idly by while Kazdel rises. As long as we hold firm, they will surely come to our aid.”

"So what if Letania has to go through another war on the scale of the Four Emperors? At worst, we still have Lord Helhunzoren to back us up. Even if we can't win this war, are we afraid of losing?"

"That's it!"

Sensing the indifferent agreement around her, the Duchess sighed softly, stood up, and turned to leave the council chamber.

……

In a Victorian manor, Kal'tsit stood quietly by the window, a cup of warm black tea in her hand. The garden outside was exceptionally tranquil under the moonlight, a gentle breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers.

Her gaze pierced through the glass, looking towards the distant night sky, but her thoughts had already drifted to faraway places.

"The expansion of Ursus has finally come to a halt."

Kal'tsit muttered to herself, a slight smile of satisfaction playing on her lips.

Her carefully orchestrated operation achieved its intended effect, forcing Ursus's new emperor to halt his offensive against the Eastern Kingdoms under pressure from both within and outside the country. This was undoubtedly a significant turning point for the situation on Terra.

However, her brows quickly furrowed again.

News of Ursus's crushing defeat in its attack on the Eastern Kingdom and the assassination of the old emperor has spread throughout Terra. As Terra's current leading military power, their every move is on everyone's mind.

Not long ago, something happened that caught the attention of the entire Terran – the new emperor of Ursus personally arrived in Kazdel to sign a non-aggression pact.

The contents of this agreement are similar to the terms of the agreement signed between Letania and Kazdel at that time.

The non-aggression pact signed by Kazdel and Ursus has always puzzled her.

These two countries are not adjacent to each other, and are even geographically far apart. What is the point of signing such a treaty?

"Perhaps he's paving the way for something bigger?"

Kal'tsit's mind conjured up the image of Theresa, and a complex mix of emotions welled up within her.

"Theresia, do you really understand what you're doing?"

The rise of Kazdel is of great significance; their unique ideology will reshape the order of Terra.