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As the searchlights moved to the surrounding area, the bodies of countless steel war machines gleamed coldly in the moonlight, their Originium cannons on the roofs watching them coldly.

"Sarkaz! It's the Sarkaz army!"

"It's the Demon Lord!! The Demon Lord's army is attacking!!"

"Damn it, how did they manage to get here by bypassing other cities?!"

"Quickly! Notify the inner city immediately!"

A military police captain shouted, his voice tinged with despair.

However, it was too late.

Sarkaz tanks surged into the city like a tidal wave, their black and red flags fluttering in the night wind. Soldiers leaped from the warships and quickly occupied every corner of the streets.

Their steps were synchronized and heavy, as if each step was pounding on the hearts of the Leitanians.

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

"His Highness has ordered that all academies be razed to the ground!!"

"Those who resist will be killed without mercy!"

……

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, a straight figure strolled slowly through the city, his black clothes fluttering in the wind, as if blending into the night.

Those seemingly unhurried steps, with each step, already lead to a distant place beyond sight.

In the city square, the lights were sparse, and the moonlight shone on the stone pavement, casting a cold, silvery glow.

A large number of sorcerers had already gathered here, holding all kinds of musical instruments in their hands, the strings taut and the horns low, as if waiting for an impending storm.

The air seemed to freeze the moment Shen Lin appeared at the edge of the plaza. The sorcerers' gazes all turned to him, their instruments trembling slightly, as if even they felt the invisible pressure emanating from him.

Inside the city hall, the lights were dim, and heavy curtains blocked out the moonlight, leaving only a few flickering candlelight illuminating the pale faces of the nobles.

When they saw the newcomer's appearance clearly, a chill ran down their spines.

"He...it's him..."

"It's the Demon Lord!! The Demon Lord is here!!"

"How is this possible?! Shouldn't he have been held back by the natural disaster cloud? How could he have appeared here so quickly?!"

At this moment, all the nobles were filled with regret. It was precisely because they had received news that the Sarkaz people would not be able to attack for the time being that they had gathered together in such a grand manner to set up a defensive line.

How to do?How to do?

This so-called most brutal demon lord of the Sarkaz seems to have no one who falls into his hands without suffering a terrible fate!

"No...he's all alone now!! We still have a chance!!"

The leading marquis suddenly noticed something amiss. He turned to face the disoriented nobles, his face filled with an unusual fervor.

"We have won countless wars!"

"We once defeated Kazdel's army!"

"We once fought against the mighty Gauls!"

"We too have withstood the iron hooves of Ursus!"

"The military police on our square today are not those who haven't been exposed to the arts; they are the elite of our military band!!"

"Quickly!! Open all the tuning nodes in the city!!"

"Let this arrogant demon lord see the true power of the Letania Military Band!"

Shen Lin's gaze swept across the plaza, finally settling on the group of sorcerers who were ready for battle.

He looked somewhat surprised.

Oh ho? Instead of running away, it's attacking me?

Facing the man's gaze, the sorcerers felt an indescribable fear welling up inside them.

It was not just fear of power, but also reverence for something that transcended the mundane.

Driven by their own marquis's orders and their instinct for survival, almost all the sorcerers began a desperate fight.

Tuning nodes are set up in the four corners of the city. Once they start playing, they will have greater power with the cooperation of the nodes!

On the plaza, the concerto of a thousand sorcerers swept in like a tidal wave, the magnificent music resonating in the air, as if the entire world was trembling.

In an instant, magnificent and melodious music enveloped the entire square.

Guided by the music, the energy of Originium Arts gradually converged into an invisible torrent, filling the air with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Even the city hall was only grazed by the lingering shockwaves and was left in ruins.

Even the nobles of Lyles were stunned by the sight.

Leitania had not experienced a large-scale war in a long time, and many people present were seeing such a scene and such an uproar for the first time in all these years.

"..."

Seeing this scene, Shen Lin had a sudden thought. He closed his eyes and began to sense the Originium Arts fluctuating in the air.

Seeing is better than hearing.

He could clearly sense that every note resonated with Originium Arts, as if the entire city had become the stage for this grand symphony.

This is Letania's proudest skill: resonance.

The advantage of using vocal music as a medium lies here: compared to normal performance, it spreads faster and covers a wider range.

With the advantage of multiple people working together, they can unleash tremendous destructive power on the battlefield in an instant.

No wonder this country can stand tall in the inner circle.

Shen Lin opened his eyes.

"Your courage is admirable, but..."

"Did I allow you to be so insolent in front of me?"

Before the words were even finished, the person had already moved.

While vocal music grants their Originium Arts unparalleled range and diffusion, they also have a fatal flaw.

Sound needs a medium to travel.

In other words, as long as the medium in which sound travels is cut off, they cannot exert their power.

"peel!"

With a soft voice, Shen Lin simply raised his hand.

The moment he suddenly clenched his fingers, the air emitted a piercing tearing sound.

Centered on his toes, the space within a radius of several hundred meters suddenly exhibited eerie, distorted ripples—as if a transparent glass dome had sliced ​​the entire plaza into two completely different worlds.

The French horn player in the front row suddenly widened his eyes. He realized that, with the ensemble of a thousand people, the offensive that was enough to destroy an entire army vanished the moment it was about to touch the man.

Within the realm, the warlocks' horns still trembled, yet no sound came out. The once stirring melody was like a giant beast being strangled, unable to utter a single sound.

The old sorcerer's baton on the platform traced a passionate trajectory in the air, yet his roar sounded so ridiculous within the domain—when sound waves cannot travel, even the most exquisite ensemble spells become a comical silent play.

Looking at the still stubborn commander—who, even though he couldn't utter a sound, was still frantically waving his baton, his face turned bright red.

Shen Lin gently shook his head.

"Just savor this moment!"

This time, Shen Lin restored the domain in their area to normal, and in the next instant, he enveloped them in a "shell".

Just as they were about to be overjoyed that the other party had regained their voice and breathing, the backlash energy surged back through the resonance device, and the resulting massive energy shock blasted their bodies into a bloody mist.

Pfft!

Vibrant blood flowers bloomed in the darkness.

When they came to their senses, only a few dozen people were still standing.

It is too poor and weak.

Once we find a way to suppress the source of the problem, we'll find a way to control the golden melody.

Unable to transcend the medium of sound, the development potential of this golden melody has reached its limit.

Shen Lin shook his head; this was not the form his power should manifest in, as he had always envisioned.

His attention then fell on the military band that was standing still in front of him.

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

This describes the current state of mind of these military bands.

Moreover, every time you get excited, Shen Lin will hit you on the head with a stick and pour cold water on your face. No matter how hot your blood is, at this moment, what fills your heart is more sorrow and fear.

All of their eyes were drawn to the legendary demon lord.

As a nation that integrates Originium Arts into art, after witnessing such a scene, everyone in Letania clearly understood the gap between them.

This person is beyond the problem of simply having more people.

They are not on the same level.

Right now, everyone in Lyles City is just worried that this person might wipe out the whole place.

When courage fades, it is replaced by feelings of despair and fear that spread.

Upon being met with Shen Lin's sweeping gaze, they all took a step back in unison.

This retreat completely extinguished that last bit of courage.

Ignoring the remnants of the defeated army, he turned his gaze to the other side.

The city hall was badly damaged in the brief battle, with cracks all over the walls and most of the roof blown off.

However, even in such ruins, Shen Lin could still feel that aura that he loathed.

At this moment, Theresis, leading the Sarkaz chariots, had arrived in the city center area.

He discovered that a battle had broken out on Shen Lin's side, so he came over without stopping, and the journey was smooth sailing.

"Bring them all out."

Shen Lin gave the order coldly, his voice devoid of any emotion.

Upon receiving the order, Therese and his soldiers immediately sprang into action, rushing into the ruins of the manors.

Before long, they brought out a group of ragged, terrified nobles.

These once high and mighty nobles now knelt before Shen Lin like stray dogs, trembling with fear.

"Please... let us go..."

An elderly nobleman spoke, his voice trembling with fear.

Shen Lin's gaze swept over the group of people, finally settling on one of the middle-aged noblemen.

The man kept his head down, not daring to meet Shen Lin's gaze, but when Shen Lin stopped in front of him, his heart seemed to skip a beat.

He slowly raised his head, and the moment his eyes met Shen Lin's, his face turned deathly pale.

This nobleman was one of the examiners who rejected Shen Lin. They all became famous after hearing Shen Lin's piece and were eventually granted titles.

But now they've all been caught in one fell swoop.

The examiner's face turned ashen instantly, as if all the blood had been drained from his veins at that moment.

"You...you are...from that time..."

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I was wrong back then! I shouldn't have treated you like that! Please... let me go... I'm willing to do anything..."

He knelt on the ground, weeping and begging for mercy.

But the next moment, it was as if an invisible force had gripped his throat, and he could not utter any words, only whimpering sounds.

I don't understand what you're saying?

"But I won't let any nobleman get away with this!!"

Shen Lin wore a gentle, warm smile, but to this nobleman, he was practically a demon!

He slowly raised his hand, signaling the Sarkaz soldiers to lead the group of nobles to the square outside the city.