Save the simulator and make Sarkaz great again!

"Really?"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding military police were all agitated. The new military police couldn't help but lean forward to try and learn more, while the veteran military police kept watch on the sidelines and pricked up their ears.

"But can we really trust them?"

Another military policeman frowned.

"What if they're just pretending to be good people, and actually..."

"We can't worry about that anymore, we have to make a decision! Ask the brothers here, with such a high monthly salary, who would be willing to risk their life?"

A military policeman interrupted.

"I've already made up my mind. I'm going to die either way, so I might as well take a gamble."

The other military police remained silent for a moment, then nodded in unison. A resolute glint flashed in their eyes, as if they had already made a decision.

The Earl of Coleste happened to walk out of the side door of the town hall, holding a glass of aged red wine in his hand, with a smug smile on his face.

When he heard snippets of conversation coming from a corner of the square, he stopped in his tracks.

"We must make up our minds..."

"...Since death is inevitable either way, I might as well take a gamble..."

The count's ears caught these scattered words, and a slight smile appeared on his lips, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

He gently swirled the wine in his glass, the red wine rippling within, reflecting his smug expression.

"loyalty!"

The count strode toward the group of military police, his voice booming.

"This is truly the medal of honor for Leitania!"

The military police were startled by the sudden sound and stood up straight, their faces filled with panic.

"My Lord!"

The veteran was the first to react and gave a standard military salute.

Upon seeing this, he secretly admired it.

"My men are indeed loyal! They're already discussing how to fight the Sarkaz to the death! With men like these, how can my business not prosper?"

He strode up to the military police, patted one of them on the shoulder, and spoke encouragingly.

"Gentlemen, your loyalty deeply gratifies me. If any of you are killed in action while defending against the Sarkaz, I promise your families will receive an additional 10% in compensation!"

Looking at the count, who seemed to have bestowed upon them an immense favor, the military police exchanged glances, a hint of embarrassment and helplessness flashing in their eyes. However, they still managed to force a smile and salute the count.

"Thank you... Your Excellency the Earl!"

10%... of the compensation?

It's really just their monthly salary.

There's just too much! I can't possibly spend it all!

"Alright, you guys continue discussing tactics. Remember, the future of Letania rests on your shoulders!"

Seeing the count's confident demeanor, the old gendarme's lips twitched twice, but in the end, he said nothing.

The count downed the glass of red wine in one gulp, already calculating in his mind how to preserve his own interests to the greatest extent possible in this "negotiation".

"Perhaps I can take this opportunity to expand my business."

He thought to himself.

"As long as the Sarkaz are willing to cooperate, this region is mine."

……

The Earl of Coleste was fast asleep on the ornately carved bed in the mansion. A gentle breeze rustled through the heavy curtains, bringing a touch of coolness that made his sleeping face appear even more somber.

The tranquil atmosphere was shattered in an instant when a sharp cry from a servant pierced the silent night.

"It's not good!!"

"The Sarkaz have invaded!!"

At that moment, the door was hurriedly pushed open, and the servant rushed in, his face filled with terror and his steps faltering. He was panting heavily, and words were squeezed out from his trembling lips.

"My lord, it's terrible! The vanguard of the Sarkaz has appeared outside Wolumond City!"

"what?!"

The count was immediately alarmed. He rushed to the windowsill to look out at the city, and sure enough, in his view, the black and red flags were fluttering in the wind.

"What exactly is going on?"

"What were those military police doing, letting these Sarkaz into the city like that?"

……

The streetlights outside the city cast a faint glow at night, stretching the shadows of the military police long. An old military policeman squatted behind the arrow emplacement, stuffing the last bite of hard bread into his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing laboriously.

"They've changed shifts."

His colleague nudged his shin with the tip of his boot.

"I heard there's a pack of wolves in the woods to the north, tonight..."

The roaring sound started at that moment.

The Sarkaz motorized reconnaissance force ripped through the night sky of Wolumond like a black lightning bolt. The roar of their engines echoed through the silent streets, like the whisper of death, sending chills down one's spine.

Moreover, the faces of each of them were shrouded in black robes, with wriggling tentacles faintly visible.

Although the reconnaissance team was small, they entered Wolumonde as if it were empty.

More than 10,000 military police officers were unable to stop them, watching them drive towards the city hall!

This scene enraged the Earl of Coleste, who was still in his pajamas. He ran wildly across the square, shouting through a megaphone.

"Quick! Turn on the phonograph!"

His face was filled with fear and despair.

Negotiation? Negotiate my foot!

This looks like they're trying to take his head right in the middle of a massive army!

"But our people..."

"It's just a compensation payment! We can't worry about that now, start it!! Start it now!!"

The chanters on the other side had complicated expressions; in the end, they still chose to fully activate the phonograph.

The sound of the phonograph starting up suddenly rang out in the night sky, like the roar of an ancient beast, shaking the entire city.

The next moment, more than ten massive streams of magical energy erupted from the phonograph device, like a raging torrent, instantly covering the entire street.

Those military police and Sarkaz blood demon elites who couldn't escape in time appeared so insignificant in the face of this destructive power.

"boom--!"

The magical energy descended like divine punishment, tearing away the stone slabs on the street and turning the walls of houses to dust in an instant.

The screams of the military police were drowned out by the roar of energy; their bodies were torn apart, blood and flesh mixed with dust, as if they had never existed.

The Sarkaz motorized forces were not spared either. Their motorcycles were torn to shreds like paper by the impact of the magical energy. These "Sarkaz" were directly blown far away by the huge shockwave, and some were directly annihilated by the magical energy.

Inside the city hall, all the nobles looked ashen-faced, and the Earl of Coleste was slumped on the ground.

But seeing the results before them, their faces were immediately filled with excitement.

"Hahaha!!"

"Do you see that?! This is the power of Letania! This is the majesty of our nobles!!"

"Sarkaz? They're nothing but a bunch of barbaric bandits! They think they can break through Wolumonde with a few beat-up motorcycles? How laughable!!"

"They think that by conquering Lateran, they can run rampant in Letania? How naive!!"

A mocking smile crept across Count Coruscant's lips.

"What is Lateran? It's nothing but a corrupt land blinded by theocracy! We, Letania, are the true fusion of art and power!!"

At this time, a sudden change occurred.

In the ruins of the street, the corpses of the "Sarkaz" who had been defeated by the energy of the phonograph spell suddenly began to tremble violently, as if they had been summoned by some invisible force.

Their blood seeped from their mangled bodies, flowing into the air like living things and converging together.

Blood condensed in the air, gradually forming a giant blood sphere, its scarlet light flashing in the night sky like a star from hell.

The blood cells continued to swell, their surfaces churning with thick blood plasma, emitting a suffocating, fishy odor.

The survivors on the street—whether military police or civilians—were paralyzed with fear at the sight, unable to tear their eyes away from the horrific scene.

An indescribable sense of oppression filled the air, as if the whole world had stood still at that moment.

"This...what is this?"

A military policeman asked, his voice trembling with fear.

No one answered him, because everyone was stunned by the sight before them.

The glow of the blood cell grew stronger and stronger until, at a certain moment, it suddenly stopped expanding, and the blood plasma on its surface began to slowly coagulate, forming a huge blood cocoon.

"Click——"

A crack appeared on the surface of the blood cocoon, and then more cracks spread out, and the blood cocoon began to disintegrate.

A figure slowly emerged from the blood cocoon. His face was cold and dignified, and his eyes were as deep as an abyss, as if they could devour all light.

"Blood Lord... Ducarre..."

Some sharp-eyed nobles recognized the figure, their voices filled with awe and fear.

"He is the devil who single-handedly charged into the enemy lines and took the head of an elector!"

Upon hearing this, all the nobles' expressions changed drastically.

Count Coleste's face turned deathly pale instantly, and the megaphone in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter, making a piercing metallic clang.

His legs trembled uncontrollably, as if he might collapse to the ground at any moment. The other nobles also retreated, their faces filled with fear and despair.

Their despair upon receiving this news was second only to that of the legendary Demon Lord himself.

Ducarre landed slowly, his steps light and silent, as if he were walking on thin air.

His gaze swept across the ruins of the street, landing on the remaining military police officers, now only limbs and stumps. Their eyes were lifeless; they had lost all will to fight and had already laid down their weapons.

He lost interest after just one glance.

"A mere city's toys and a lowly mixed-blood race that calls itself nobility... that's how they oppressed the Sarkaz for an entire era."

“Disappointing… As Your Highness said, without spirit and will, the body is nothing but decaying rubble.”

"Only fire and blood can purify the sins committed by these sinners."

Chapter Ninety-Nine: The Creation of Heaven

Inside the city hall, the once boisterous nobles fell into a deathly silence. A suffocating sense of oppression filled the air, making even breathing difficult.

All eyes were fixed on that figure—the Blood Demon Lord Ducarre.

He stood there, his black robes billowing even without wind, his scarlet eyes as deep as an abyss, seemingly capable of swallowing all light.

His face was cold and dignified, with a faint hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, as if mocking the ignorance and arrogance of these nobles.

This is the ruler of the Sarkaz royal court.

Not only the whisperers responsible for starting the phonograph, but even the nobles trembled slightly.

Why would he come to this remote corner instead of killing those electors?

Everyone fell silent; the entire city of Wolumonde was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"What are you all standing there for? Are you waiting for him to come knocking on your door? Turn on the phonograph!!"

As Colest's angry voice rang out, everyone was jolted awake from their daze.

His voice echoed in the empty hall.