Save the simulator and make Sarkaz great again!

Albert couldn't understand it.

Why would anyone choose to abandon such a superior commercial city-state and instead implement a scorched-earth strategy?

Even if it were the Gauls of the past, even if they seized their commercial cities, they would have chosen to preserve and manage them well.

All these electors need to do is hide and wait for Lord Herhunzoren to unleash his power, then seize the opportunity to reclaim their lost cities.

And now...

It's useless, completely useless!

Even if we were to bring all the Jinlu Law Guards back now to regain control of that city, it would be too late!

Worse still, Wolumonde and the surrounding mobile cities not only have their own industries, but also serve as a window for attracting foreign investment to the Vassell region.

If things continue like this, regardless of whether the war can be won, the economy of the Wasser territory has already been severely damaged...

When His Excellency Herhunzoren issues another decree summoning him to the tower, it is estimated that he will follow in Franz's footsteps, or even worse.

Even the other electors could not save him.

"Where are our envoys?! Didn't we already send envoys? Quickly show them that we have no hostility towards them."

"It is said that our envoy was blasted away by an unknown spell before he even saw the other party."

Albert was so choked up he almost coughed up blood.

"Wait a minute? These demons kill people so casually?"

"Shouldn't they have arrested all those nobles and demanded ransom from us?"

On the map, the border of the Vasseur territory is covered in red ink, and a black arrow symbolizing the Sarkaz points directly from the east of Letania.

"According to the scouts, the natural disaster cloud can only hold off those demons for two weeks at most."

"However, these two weeks should be enough for us to complete the deployment of the defenses!"

How much of our phonograph defense line is left?

Albert turned and asked, his voice trembling slightly.

"Sixty-seven, sir."

The military advisor quickly replied,

"But according to reports from the front lines, the Sarkaz Bloodlord easily blocked the twelve phonographs of Wolumond. Our defenses are probably..."

Albert interrupted him, his eyes fierce.

"Afraid of what?"

"Are you telling me that the defenses of the Waser Territory couldn't even hold out for half a day?"

The military advisor lowered his head and remained silent.

"Summon all noble private armies! We must establish a unified defensive line!!"

Albert slammed his fist on the table.

"Victoria's support is on its way! We only need to wait a week!! They will arrive safely!"

"Let's try to negotiate with Ursus if possible!"

"Also, mobilize all the Originium reserves in the city and activate the defensive array of the backup tower! Even if the Sarkaz are devils, we'll make them suffer!"

After the order was given, the nobles of the other mobile cities in the Vasseur territory acted quickly as Albert had hoped, but the result was a huge surprise to him.

Instead of putting up a desperate fight, they chose to slip away.

As long as the green hills remain, there's no fear of running out of firewood!

In Letania's laws, only counts and above are entitled to be granted manors and land; barons, viscounts, or lower-ranking nobles are required to work in factories.

Putting aside their so-called patriotic ideals, why would they foolishly sacrifice themselves for their country when they had no property in the Waser territory?

"Quick! Pack your things! Take everything you can!"

"A new broom sweeps clean, but this fire is burning far too fast."

"The Sarkaz's target is the Witch King. What does that have to do with us minor nobles? Does he expect us to take the Witch King's bullets?"

Several barons sneered inwardly. A long convoy, loaded with Originium and Crimson Gold, had been prepared in front of them.

"No matter how strong the Sarkaz are, can they really swallow up all those mobile cities in the entire Vase Territory overnight? At worst, we can just find another Elector to serve."

"Furthermore, I've already found out that they encountered a natural disaster cloud on their way and will be unable to move for at least two weeks, which is enough time for us to leave!"

"By the time they reach Vaser territory, the Witch King will have already made his move. Why should we rush to our deaths?"

"That's right, that's right! The lower the rank, the less responsibility. People like us are leaving so as not to cause them any trouble."

"Wouldn't it be wonderful if we came back after they'd cleaned up the mess?"

A viscount scoffed at this.

Seeing that their belongings were almost ready, the nobles prepared to leave.

Just then, a series of exclamations suddenly came from inside the city.

"It's the Kazdel flag!!!"

"Demons!! The demons have broken in!!"

"Run!"

"A phonograph? Why isn't the phonograph started yet?"

"It's over, we're finished!!"

The expressions of these nobles froze instantly; their composure and mockery transformed into fear and panic in a flash.

They looked at each other, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over their heads, a chill running down their spines.

"How is that possible?! Wasn't it said that the natural disaster cloud could hold them off for at least two weeks?!"

"It's only been a few days?! Did those Sarkaz fly over?!"

"Quick! Get in the car! Forget about those things! Saving your life is the most important thing!"

This is the outer city of Vaser territory. Because the main forces have all been ordered to be transferred to the inner city to build the main defense line, the defense force here consists of only a few phonographs and the military police in front.

With their lousy and ineffective defense, they couldn't stop the main force of the Sarkaz army in the slightest.

"Damn it! Why are the city gates closed?!"

A viscount slumped to the ground, staring blankly at the approaching black and red flag in the distance. His lips trembled.

"We can't escape..."

The nobles panicked; some tried to force their way through the city gates, while others hid in their carriages, praying to escape.

However, their hopes were soon dashed.

The Sarkaz vanguard surged into the city like a tidal wave, their black banners fluttering in the wind.

Their steps were orderly and heavy, as if each step was treading on the hearts of the nobles.

Those nobles who were once high and mighty are now like lambs to the slaughter, powerless to resist.

"Get 'em!"

A Sarkaz commander coldly gave the order, his voice piercing the nobles' ears like an ice blade.

The soldiers acted swiftly, dragging the nobles off the carriages and roughly pinning them to the ground.

The screams and pleas of the nobles rose and fell, but the Sarkaz soldiers paid no heed and mechanically carried out their orders.

A Sarkaz soldier lifted the curtain of a carriage, which was filled with red gold, Originium, and various other precious treasures.

It was clearly all the belongings the nobles had taken with them in their hasty retreat, and the Sarkaz soldiers laughed at the sight.

"They are quite thoughtful; they even prepared our belongings."

"This really saved us a lot of trouble."

"These noble gentlemen are quite considerate of us."

"These noble gentlemen are really generous."

The nobles were led aside and made to kneel on the ground.

Their eyes were filled with fear and despair, as if they could already see their fate.

A baron wore a fawning smile.

"We...we are just ordinary people, please, please let us go..."

"civilian?"

The Sarkaz commander sneered, walked up to him, and gave him a big slap in the butt.

Do you think we're fools?

"Commoners carrying so much red gold and Originium?"

The nobleman felt his head buzzing and could only lower his head, daring not to make another sound.

Their hearts were filled with remorse, regretting why they had coveted these possessions.

"Get to work properly, all of you! This is the region His Highness specifically requested to receive special attention from!"

"Take them away."

The commander waved his hand, his tone icy.

"As Your Highness commands, all nobles will be transformed into creatures to serve as cannon fodder in the next siege."

The soldiers immediately sprang into action, dragging the nobles to a temporary camp outside the city.

The cries and pleas for mercy from the nobles echoed in the air, but were quickly drowned out by the footsteps of the Sarkaz soldiers.

"It's over...it's all over..."

Chapter 101 Welcoming His Excellency the Demon Lord into the City

The night was as dark as ink, with only a few scattered lights, like fallen stars. Only the soft rustling of the wind through the treetops sounded like the earth whispering.

Within the city of Lyles in the territory of Vaser, groups of military police were patrolling, their footsteps echoing softly on the stone pavement, their armor gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

These past few days were supposed to be the days when Letania held its art exams in the city. In previous years, the city would have been packed with people, making it impossible to move.

However, as the Sarkaz marched toward their city with unstoppable force, sweeping away everything in their path...

There were hardly any outsiders left in Letania and the surrounding cities. Most businessmen even abandoned their local businesses and simply packed up and ran away.

Given that fickle and capricious nature of that demon lord, who knows if this place will turn into a sea of ​​fire?

Anyone still lingering here at this point must be tired of their comfortable lives and want to experience the baptism of Sarkaz artillery fire.

Only those who have invested all their savings in this city and are truly unable to leave will stay here with nothing but tears in their eyes.

Now even mercenaries don't want to come here.

"Eh--"

Thinking of the dire situation at the front, a military policeman patrolling the outer city sighed with worry.

With the sound of an engine, the patrolling military police stopped and all turned to look in the direction from which the sound came.

"What is that sound?"

"Could it be a transport ship...?"

"In the middle of the night, which country is sending a transport ship to pick up people?"

Before the other military policeman could finish speaking, several roaring high-speed warships appeared in the distance, illuminated by searchlights.

"My grandma has better eyesight than you."

"What transport ship? This is clearly a warship."

With a few chuckles, the atmosphere immediately lightened a bit. The guards of the Vase Territory were very familiar with them; they were the pride of the Vase Territory, the high-speed warship fleet previously under Elector Franz.

But as soon as they finished speaking, they immediately felt that something was wrong.

Franz...wasn't his entire fleet taken down by that demon lord's army?