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"Your Highness, what are you..."

Therese couldn't help but speak, her voice tinged with doubt.

Shen Lin did not answer; his gaze was fixed on the mountain range ahead.

look up.

Head held high.

His gaze was fixed on the sky, as if trying to pierce through layers of smog and reach the horizon.

half an hour.

"Step aside!"

He spoke.

The sound traveled through the space and reached the ears of all the soldiers. As the soldiers in front hurriedly dodged, the next moment, a surge of immense energy began to flow around him, and a suffocating sense of oppression filled the air.

Zheng! ! !

With a piercing sword cry, everyone's vision was instantly filled with the enormous sword light, and at that moment, the earth seemed to be illuminated by only one ray of light.

The energy, seemingly capable of swallowing heaven and earth, transformed into a massive sword aura, like a giant dragon traversing the heavens and earth, soaring straight into the sky.

A beam of energy streaked across the sky, leaving a dazzling trail that seemed to tear the heavens apart. A tremendous roar instantly resounded through the clouds, shaking the very earth.

"boom--!"

The sword energy, like an invincible sword, fiercely cleaved towards the mountain range.

The massive rock instantly turned to dust under the impact of the energy, and a huge crack was torn open in the mountain, as if it had been ripped apart by an invisible hand.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and pebbles flew everywhere, as if the entire world had lost its color at that moment.

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, everyone stared in disbelief at the scene before them—the once towering mountains had been replaced by a wide passageway.

The celestial disaster clouds in the sky were also split in two by this towering sword energy, cutting out a blank space hundreds of feet long in the middle.

Before the energy of the natural disaster could be released, it was dissipated by sheer force.

The golden sunlight shone down, turning the road beneath their feet into a golden hue.

At this moment, heaven and earth made way for their steps.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the scene, unable to recover for a long time.

"keep going."

His voice remained calm, as if the earth-shattering scene just now was nothing more than a simple matter.

However, everyone present knew that this scene would be etched in their memories forever.

The troops regrouped, and the engines of tanks and warships roared once more as they slowly advanced toward the road that Shen Lin had cleared.

The soldiers' faces were filled with awe and shock; they had never imagined that the Demon King's power could reach such a terrifying level.

Shen Lin returned the sword to Theresis and, under Theresis's fanatical gaze, turned and returned to the command center.

"Theresis, I will compensate you with a better staff later."

Therese took the sword the man handed back in a daze, still immersed in Shen Lin's imposing aura that seemed to rule the world.

What did His Highness just say? That he would compensate him with a staff?

"Click——"

Therese froze, his gaze fixed on the sword. A small crack slowly spread from the center of the blade. The crack expanded rapidly like a spiderweb, covering the entire sword in the blink of an eye.

"This...this is..."

There was a tremor in his voice.

Before he could react, the sword suddenly emitted a piercing buzz, and then, in full view of everyone, the entire sword turned into dust.

Tiny metal fragments drifted through the air, like a silver snowflake slowly falling to the ground.

Therese's hand froze in mid-air, leaving only a few fine metal dust particles in his palm, his eyes flashing with unparalleled fanaticism.

"God...our Sarkaz have found their own god!"

Chapter 100: The Attack! Vassehr Territory!

The dull thud of camel hooves echoed on the muddy road, like a death knell tolling in everyone's heart.

The refugees in Wolumonde huddled in makeshift wagons, wrapped in tattered blankets, staring blankly ahead.

"Almost there...almost there..."

A middle-aged man muttered to himself, as if that would dispel the fear in his heart.

His wife held their two children tightly, their faces still smeared with soot from the burning house when Wolumonde fell.

"Mom, I'm hungry..."

The little girl spoke timidly, her voice so faint it was almost drowned out by the wind.

"Just bear with it a little longer. Once we get to Kolisk, there will be food."

The mother forced a smile, but couldn't hide the despair in her eyes.

She knew that the city of Koliske might not welcome them, these "burdens" who had escaped the war.

They have already passed through several small mobile cities in the Vasseur territory...

However, they all refused to take in the fleeing refugees, citing overcrowding, and only allowed them to stay in the outer city.

Isn't that just cannon fodder?

They had no choice but to keep going.

The sound of the camel's hooves stopped abruptly, replaced by a deep rumble, as if the earth were trembling.

The refugees turned around and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

On the distant hillside, a dark shadow was slowly emerging.

"What...what is that?"

The bakery owner asked, her voice trembling.

Old Hank squinted his cloudy eyes, his pupils suddenly contracting.

He saw clearly—they were Sarkaz war machines, their steel bodies gleaming coldly in the setting sun, the Originium cannons on their roofs like the eyes of giant beasts, coldly watching them.

“Sarkaz…”

Old Hank's voice was hoarse and filled with despair.

"They've caught up..."

The sound of camel hooves had long been drowned out by the roar of chariots. The refugees huddled on both sides of the road, their eyes tightly closed, waiting for death to come.

However, the expected artillery fire did not arrive.

"They...they didn't fire?"

The young man opened his eyes with trembling hands and saw the Sarkaz chariots speeding past them. The steel wheels rolled over the muddy ground, splashing mud all over them, but without harming them in the slightest.

"How is this going?"

Old Hank muttered to himself, his cloudy eyes filled with confusion.

Just then, the roof of a tank suddenly opened, and a Sarkaz soldier poked his head out and pointed ahead.

"What lies ahead is..."

Koliske, perhaps?

"Yes...two more kilometers ahead..."

Satisfied with the reply, the Sarkaz nodded and casually tossed a bag of chocolates onto their camel wagon.

"then!"

The soldier's voice carried a hint of mockery.

The tank convoy continued to advance, as if they were nothing more than ants on the roadside, not worth a second glance.

The little girl timidly reached out and carefully picked up the beautifully wrapped chocolate. She took a small bite, as if to confirm if it was real.

Her younger brother also came over, his eyes full of curiosity and anticipation.

The two exchanged a glance, and a smile unconsciously crept onto their lips.

The middle-aged man sat blankly on the edge of the covered wagon, his hands hanging limply at his sides.

His eyes were vacant, as if he was still immersed in the fear he had just experienced, but was caught off guard by the sudden calm.

"Um... Old Hank, do we still need to go to Koliske?"

……

Letania, Vaser Territory

The greyish-white castle spires pierce the gloomy sky, like withered bones pointing towards the heavens.

Albert, the newly elected emperor of the Vassehr, stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of the council chamber, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the golden badge on his chest.

Four years ago, former elector Franz was punished by the Witch King for "dereliction of duty," becoming a shadow in the hearts of all nobles.

Now, he has found an opportunity and used certain means to acquire most of Franz's businesses, and through internal elections, he has become the Elector, a position he never dared to dream of.

Before he could even settle in, he received a series of astonishing messages from the front lines.

"Tens of thousands of military police officers were all captured?"

"That Blood Demon destroyed our phonograph?"

"And then he slaughtered all the nobles in Wolumond?!"

"Then that Blood Demon slaughtered his way through the Vasser Territory?"

His throat tightened, as if an invisible hand was choking his breath.

"What? Where did this fake news come from?"

"How did that Blood Demon's army manage to cross that massive mountain range and directly invade our commercial city?"

"And the cities along the way... must have had quite a few phonographs installed..."

"Is there not a single city that can stop him?"

The council chamber was deathly silent. The staff members lowered their heads, avoiding his gaze. A suffocating sense of oppression hung in the air, making even breathing difficult.

The atmosphere was so tense that it reached freezing point before the last military advisor finally spoke up, trembling with fear.

"Sir... that demon is far too powerful. He entered the city as if it were his own territory..."

“Our phonograph, the city hall, and the transportation hub were all destroyed... and he burned everything he went without any mercy.”

"Anyone caught who is a noble will be..."

The military advisor shuddered as he thought about the intelligence coming from the front lines.

"He transformed them all into those... disgusting creations, to be used as cannon fodder in the next siege."

"These nobles have basically lost contact with each other."

Albert felt a sudden darkness engulf his vision, and his voice trembled slightly.

"Those nobles at least possess some advanced Originium Arts, and they have so many Originium devices. How come they're so useless?!"

"Is relying on the tower's amplification the only way to defend against those Sarkaz demons?"

Looking at the red-streaked battle report in front of him, Albert felt a momentary dizziness.

Albert slowly slid down to the ground, clutching his head tightly with both hands.

The number of deaths in other countries and regions was not a problem for him, nor did he care how prisoners of war and nobles were treated...

But if Wolumond and the surrounding cities are burned to ashes, then the problem will be much bigger.

As one of the commercial city-states responsible for the main income of their Wasser territory, it is of immeasurable significance to Wasser, which is currently struggling to make ends meet by borrowing from Peter to pay Paul.

More importantly, they also own a considerable number of businesses there. The losses inflicted on the Vase territory by the rampage of those demons in those city-states alone are already astronomical.