Save the simulator and make Sarkaz great again!

Theresa's trust and loyalty to Shen Lin worried her. She never imagined that her once close friend would suddenly turn against her.

"I have to stop him."

Kal'tsit's gaze hardened. She knew that if Shen Lin was allowed to continue expanding, Terra would be plunged into greater turmoil and war. She could not stand idly by; she had to take action.

She walked to her desk, picked up a pen, and began to write quickly on a piece of paper. Her handwriting was neat and powerful, and every word revealed her determination.

“The nobles of Victoria, Letania, Ursus… must realize the threat posed by Kazdel.”

"Theresia, I hope you can understand my good intentions."

"No matter the cost, I will stop the Demon Lord's ambitions."

"Terra's future must not be in the hands of an ambitious person."

……

Betrayal, betrayal is like an indelible curse, always following the Sarkaz. The more the Sarkaz believe in something, the more they will be defeated by it.

Shen Lin stood quietly by the window, gazing into the distance. In his hand lay a report detailing Alexei's experiences in Letania.

“Alexei…”

Shen Lin murmured the name, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

He had already prepared to transfer his will and power to this valiant Sarkaz warrior, and Alexei could easily leave the city once he accepted his power.

But as the thought descended, as if sharing a common feeling, Alexei also sensed Shen Lin's thoughts at that moment.

This greatest leader of the Sarkaz cared for every Sarkaz person, and he never intended to let Letania go.

Because it is a willing indulgence, even death does not require salvation.

This is the will of a Sarkaz person for the sake of the entire Sarkaz community.

He contacted Ersula through the Black Crown.

"Help me prepare, I need to give a speech to Kazdel."

……

The sky over Kazdel was shrouded in dark clouds, and a heavy atmosphere filled the air.

A stifling silence hung over every corner of the city, as if even the wind had stopped breathing. People gathered in the square, their eyes fixed on the central platform, waiting for that familiar figure to appear.

Shen Lin stood on the high platform, his gaze sweeping over the crowd below, his expression cold and stern.

Alexei's news had spread throughout Kazdel, and every Sarkaz knew of his ordeal in Letania. Anger, grief, and resentment—these emotions spread among the people, as if they were about to erupt at any moment.

Shen Lin took a deep breath and slowly opened his mouth, his voice low but full of power.

“We Sarkaz have awakened, and our Kazdel has gone from having nothing to being self-sufficient today.”

"We often hope to create a happy and fulfilling home for our children, and to pass on the torch to the next generation, so that they know that this beautiful land was created just for them."

"Fellow countrymen, today we stand here not only to mourn, but also to take an oath."

“Alexei, our brother, our warrior, defended our dignity with his life on the land of Letania.”

"He did not succumb to the threats of those thugs, nor did he bow his head in fear. In the last moments of his life, he... passed away singing our Kazdel national anthem."

His voice echoed across the square, each word striking people's hearts like a heavy hammer blow.

The Sarkaz people below the stage clenched their fists, their eyes burning with fury.

"The swine of Letania, they lit their towers with our blood. They tore up the agreements, trampled on dignity, and turned our people into energy resources—he carried our flag, he was so young, so brave..."

"They thought that the lives of just a few Sarkaz people were insignificant."

Shen Lin's gaze swept over everyone in the audience, as if he were making eye contact with each and every one of them.

“But they were wrong.”

"We Sarkaz are united. We will not abandon any of our compatriots. We will not bow to anything, whether grand or small, important or trivial!"

"We will never let anyone who dares to trample on our honor get away with it, never, never—"

"We have paved a path to light with our own hands and blood. We have paid too high a price, and we will not let anyone or any force take away everything we have fought for."

"Today, I stand here and swear to you—Kazdel will not let this go unpunished. We will not let the blood of every warrior be shed in vain, nor will we allow those men to continue their offensive behavior!"

"You ask us what our goal is? I can answer with one word: Victory!!"

"No matter how terrifying the victory may be, no matter how long and arduous the road may be, there can be no survival without victory!!"

“No injustice suffered by the Sarkaz goes unnoticed; they have trampled on our patience and goodwill… I wonder if we have been too lenient with them!”

"These scoundrels, I would call them incompetent scoundrels!! They block our path and repeatedly offend us, which means they are prepared to die!!"

"We are no longer the same as before. As for the Imperials... conquering them is the only way for those fools!"

"Soon, we will plant our flag atop the towers of Letania, to proclaim our victory, our freedom, and the dawn that we Sarkaz have witnessed once again!!"

As Shen Lin finished speaking, the Sarkaz people below the stage seemed to have their hearts ignited by every word he said. Their chests heaved violently, and their eyes shone with a fervent light.

A deafening roar erupted in the square, the sound like thunder exploding in the sky above Kazdel, shaking every inch of the land.

"For victory!!"

Countless voices converged into a torrent, piercing the sky as if to tear it apart. The Sarkaz raised their fists, waved their banners, their faces filled with anger and determination, their eyes burning with the flames of revenge.

At that moment, it was as if all the Sarkaz people had merged into one, becoming an inseparable whole.

Kazdel has only one country! One nation! One leader!

The atmosphere in the square reached its peak at this moment. Shouts swept through the entire city like a storm, and even the distant mountains seemed to be responding to their roars.

"Ding! Host detected entering a world-class event, triggering the [Main Quest: Letania or War?]"

[Main Quest: Letania or War?]: Letania has ignored your ultimatum. The Sarkaz's rage and the Witch King's arrogance clash here. Now, the Sarkaz have only one will: to ignite the flames of war and burn the enemy chieftain to ashes.

mission rewards:

Unlock the [Tower Breaker] title: Increases damage to spell-defense buildings by 200%, and permanently increases Sarkaz units' spell resistance by 50;

Unlock the wonder building [Boundary Marker].

The effects of [Unity of the People], [Sarkazism], [Reign of Kings: Authority], [Bloodline Resonance], and titles are extended to allied units, sharing a 50% attribute bonus.

(Note: When the glimmer of light at the top of the tower goes out, Terra will witness what a true catastrophe is!)

Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Change of Wolumonde

The Noble Gathering of Wolumonde

Inside the town hall, Count Coleste stood by the fireplace, holding a glass of aged red wine, his gaze sweeping over the other nobles present.

They had all fled from the outer city, bringing their respective military police, and were now gathered in this small city, trying to escape the Sarkaz's advance.

"Gentlemen, according to our intelligence, their army crossed the Ramdu River this morning and is almost upon Letania."

Count Coruscant cleared his throat, his voice carrying a hint of composure.

"The Sarkaz are fierce, but they always concentrate their main forces in major cities. We chose Wolumonde precisely because they won't commit a large number of troops there. Even if they do come, we have leverage in negotiations."

"negotiation?"

A nobleman frowned, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.

"What can we offer them in negotiations? They've even breached Lateran!"

Looking at the still somewhat uneasy nobles, Count Coleste spoke with a tone full of confidence.

"I know what you're all worried about. The reason I chose the city of Wolumonde is precisely because it has twelve phonograph machines!"

“These magical devices are the city’s natural defensive towers. As long as they get close, we can control these devices to inflict devastating damage on them!”

"As long as we keep the phonograph firmly in our hands and avoid being bombed by Sarkaz aircraft, they will definitely not be able to break in for a while."

Looking at the nobles who were already interested, Count Corest smiled slightly and pressed his advantage.

"Our industries, our wealth, are all on this land of Letania."

"The Sarkaz may be barbaric, but they also need resources. We can use our industries as leverage to gain their concessions. For example, retaining our land and factories, or even... maintaining our position."

There's a reason why the Earl of Coleste is so confident.

For many years, Letania has played a disruptive role in the conflicts between its neighboring countries, meddling in the internal affairs of small countries, supporting puppet regimes, and sowing discord among other countries. It has been despicable to an extreme degree.

Countless countries hated it with a passion and wanted to send these nobles to the gallows one by one.

But are the skilled spellcasters in Letania City just messing with them?

They instantly amplify the spell's coverage by ten times, or even dozens of times, easily enveloping an entire street!

As for the city gates being nearly blown apart by Gallic cannons in the past... those are all things of the past!

Why? Because their cannons have a longer range than their towers.

The other nobles exchanged glances, a hint of greed flashing in their eyes.

After all, they can earn so much money in a month, who would be willing to risk their life against the Sarkaz?

They all nodded and began discussing how to exert pressure in negotiations with the Sarkaz in order to retain more of their interests.

"We can offer to continue providing them with supplies, such as food and minerals, as long as they guarantee that our industries will not be affected."

"Wonderful! Wonderful!!!"

"We could also offer to help them manage this area, since we know it inside and out."

"Excellent! Excellent!!!"

……

With everyone chatting away, the previous atmosphere of worry in the meeting room was swept away, and the atmosphere was now as warm and lively as a furnace in midsummer.

In contrast to the counts who had already arranged their escape routes, several patrolling military police officers huddled together in the square outside the city hall, their eyes scanning each other, their expressions filled with high fighting spirit!

"Let those Sarkaz troops come and try!"

"When I was serving on the border, I single-handedly took down three Sarkaz scouts!"

"With our equipment, those barbarians with rusty swords won't even be able to touch the city walls!"

"I heard the Sarkaz don't even have proper armor; they fight wearing animal skins!"

"Once those Sarkaz get close, we'll turn on our phonograph and make them scream for their parents!"

As everyone chimed in, their emotions grew increasingly high, and the once dull square seemed to be infused with a surge of passionate energy.

Just as they were exchanging warm greetings, a military policeman lowered his voice and winked at each of them a few times.

"If... I mean, if the Sarkaz are too fierce and we are no match for their soldiers, and we are captured and become prisoners of war, what will our conditions and treatment be like?"

"..."

……

Everyone looked at each other, and after that brief test, they all understood each other's thoughts.

Each and every one of them possesses unique skills!

After all, in the past, people were usually asked to be called "Demons".

"I've heard they treat prisoners of war fairly humanely, at least much better than we treat their prisoners..."

"In the Sarkaz prisoner-of-war camp, there was hot soup with every meal."

"At least it's better than what we're like now, where we can be summoned and dismissed at will, and we have to eat hard bread every day, without even a sip of hot soup."

"Not to mention all the mess we've created, we could have avoided war altogether. That fat pig, who knows how much of our tax money he's embezzled!"

In the eyes of the nations of Terra, Letania is a land of art, but art is precisely a barrier separating Letanian nobles and commoners.

Because Letania's education system is tiered, the higher up the ladder you go, the more advanced the content you encounter, and the more tuition you need to pay.

The common people could not afford such a huge expenditure, and there were many in Letania who did not know how to use those Originium arts that were integrated into music.

Their only role in war was to use their flesh and blood to delay the enemy's advance until the nobles began to play music.

At that moment, an elderly military policeman suddenly spoke up.

“I’ve looked into it. After they took Laterano, their logistical capabilities are now among the best in Terra.”

"I heard that in the Sarkaz, prisoners of war who serve three years can apply for civilian status and even get land!"