Save the simulator and make Sarkaz great again!

Several tall wooden stakes had already been erected in the square. Sarkaz soldiers tied the teachers to the stakes, ropes tightly around their necks.

Their cries and pleas for mercy echoed in the night sky, but Shen Lin seemed not to hear them.

"Celebrate! No... no need to say more."

"We are merciful, and in our final moments, I will give you an equal opportunity with everyone else!"

At that moment, all the nobles seemed to see a glimmer of hope for life again, and a hopeful light flashed in their eyes.

But at Shen Lin's command, the Sarkaz soldiers tightened the ropes.

"You...you're lying..."

The nobles stared in disbelief as their bodies twitched in mid-air before finally falling silent.

Looking at the scene before him, Shen Lin nodded in satisfaction.

"In the face of death, everyone is equal."

"Let the pardoner handle the soul."

"Don't waste the corpses, they can be used to make cannon fodder for the Blood Demon!"

Looking at Shen Lin's figure as he turned around, and then glancing at the nobles who had already lost their life force, the thought that their corpses would be desecrated by the Blood Demon and the Pardoner after their deaths was too much to bear!

The remaining Leitanian soldiers and the arriving military police couldn't help but shudder, exchanging bewildered glances.

The next moment, their knees buckled and they knelt on the ground.

Five-body cast.

Kneel.

"Lys City is blessed by divine might, as if under a prison!"

"Your Excellency the Demon Lord has broken the shackles of the golden law, allowing us ignorant people to see the truth!"

"Your Excellency, you are brilliant! You are truly brilliant!!"

"In truth, we have long held only you, Lord Demon Lord, in our hearts!"

"Welcome, Your Excellency Demon Lord, to the city!!"

Chapter 102 Seeking Peace? No Way!

The situation in Terra began to change after the Sarkaz declared war on Letania. In the eyes of many, it was like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins and started running wildly.

But in many people's eyes, they are the ones holding the lasso, the ones who can tame this runaway horse, the ones who can control the situation.

It's like a campfire. Do you keep it burning or put it out? So, are you the moth or the person carrying the bucket of water?

Everyone has their own self-awareness, but no one thinks they are the moth that flies into the water; everyone thinks they will be the one carrying the bucket and pouring the water.

For example—Ursas.

Voronezhburg, south of Ursus.

The bronze chandelier swayed beneath the dome of the council chamber, casting a dark red light onto the walls adorned with animal head reliefs.

Grand Prince Leicester leaned back on his throne, a crumpled letter between his fingers, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

He scoffed and tossed the letter across the long table to his advisor.

"Those old fogies trembling by the fireplace, they've never even seen a Sarkaz blade, yet they've learned to scare people with fairy tales?"

The staff member bent down to pick up the letter and glimpsed the hastily written warning on it.

"The Sarkaz are untrustworthy. The treaty is nothing but a prelude to a noose. Ursus is now trying to negotiate with a tiger!"

His Adam's apple bobbed, but he ultimately didn't dare to speak.

Brest stood up, his heavy bearskin cloak sweeping the ground, and the metal shoulder armor and the double-headed eagle emblem on his chest gleamed coldly in the firelight.

"To seek the skin of a tiger?"

That's hilarious! Does he really not know that he's trying to get something from a tiger?

But what can be done about it?

Which country on this continent dares to say that it can easily take over Ursus, which is engaged in the Originium industry and military buildup, based on its hard power?

Three Wendigos can conquer a small town, two army groups can destroy a duchy, and a monarch can wreak havoc on a land.

The forces of the three Ursus army groups are already gathering. Under these circumstances, how could they possibly be at a disadvantage in a head-on confrontation with those demonic old men?

Humph……

Brest is very unhappy right now, very unhappy!

Because of the interference of those with ulterior motives, the Battle of Bloodpeak was a disastrous defeat, leaving this country and its inhabitants in this predicament!

Those brats who only opened a few factories and then received titles dared to accuse them of abusing their power and seeking personal gain—they're a cancer on Ursus!

Although, in the new emperor's view, the purge of most of them is merely a division of their power.

Even so, very few dukes were able to swallow this insult.

They risked their lives for the old emperor, shed their blood for the old emperor, and helped him conquer a vast empire!

What's wrong with them supporting a few people they admire and bestowing titles upon them?

What's wrong with taking some funds from the national treasury to build up the military?

Without their powerful army groups, where would Ursus be today, so glorious?

Why should some greenhorn try to cut their power as soon as he comes to power?

The discontent among the grand dukes is now piling up.

Now they plan to launch an effective war, a war they are bound to win, to prove their worth and to completely control the emperor's will in their hands!

"Those conservatives are a bunch of useless idiots who are good for nothing but causing trouble!"

“They’re afraid—afraid that after my legion takes over the mines of Letania, even the council chamber in the capital will have to be renamed Brest!”

"Now we just need to wait for a signal from the other army groups!"

"Then we can begin—preparing to head south!!"

……

The day after the city of Lyles was occupied, a Lytanian envoy rushed there.

He came with conditions, and even so, he was still filled with unease.

He was terrified that the unreasonable Sarkaz might suddenly turn on him and kill him.

He struggled on in broken Sarkaz, but thankfully escaped unscathed along the way.

When he finally managed to see Theresa, he suddenly prostrated himself on the ground.

"Please give my regards to that—the most benevolent and virtuous monarch, the most supreme and powerful demon king, the invincible emperor...

Only after a long chant did the Leitanian ambassador speak words of utmost humility.

"He shines on Terra like the sun, dispelling all darkness and gloom; he guides all beings like the stars, leading us toward a bright future."

"His wisdom is like a vast ocean, unfathomable; his strength is like a towering mountain, unshakeable."

"He is the guardian of Terra, the savior of all people, and the greatest being on this land!"

"His humble servants offered him their insignificant admiration!"

"..."

The opening chant alone lasted a full five minutes.

Even with Theresa's temperament, her gaze was somewhat strange.

She tried several times to interrupt the other person's chanting, but then thought better of it. After all, it was the first time she had heard someone praise her like that, and it was quite a novel experience.

Were these people really that eloquent?

She still remembered the disdainful attitude of the Vazarian diplomats when they came to Kazdel to establish diplomatic relations between Kazdel and Letania, and how they didn't even bother to say a few words.

Unexpectedly, in just two short years, the new envoy's attitude has become so respectful, even to the point of humility.

The fact that the other party's attitude changed so drastically shows just how ridiculous her previous attempts to compromise and gain peace in Kazdel were.

If it weren't for the rapid advance of the battle lines, Theresa would never have dreamed that these Letanians would be so easy to talk to.

Of course, after a long string of exquisite, beautiful, and even nauseatingly effusive praises, the envoy revealed his essential purpose.

The Vassehr territory wants to sue for peace.

This time, however, the conditions they offered were exceptionally generous.

People who saw it wondered if the ambassador was an imposter, or if the Elector Albert had gone mad.

First, the Vase territory is willing to cede three important border cities to Kazdel as war reparations. These three cities are not only trade hubs of Letania, but also possess rich Originium deposits.

Secondly, the Vase territory promised to pay Kazdel a huge amount of gold coins and Originium resources every year for the next ten years as war reparations.

Furthermore, they were willing to open their borders, allowing Kazdel caravans free access to Letania's markets and the same treatment as their own merchants.

Even more surprisingly, the Vazar territory also put forward a special condition—they would send a delegation of the finest sorcerers of Letania to Kazdel.

Assist Kazdel in establishing a brand new Originium Arts Academy. This academy will be taught by the top sorcerers of Letania, helping Kazdel cultivate more Originium Arts talents.

Then all past grievances between the two countries were wiped clean.

In summary, the general idea is:

Stop hitting! Stop hitting!

We backed down.

Let's send some gifts and offer some compensation, and then we can call it a day, okay?

However, despite the pitiful attitude of the white-haired Letanian ambassador, Theresa had no intention of granting his request.

Kazdel had been betrayed multiple times.

For the first time, the Tower Warlocks of Letania crossed the border, burning down all the villages in Kazdel along the way. They also used Originium Arts to set fire to the Sarkaz homes, claiming it was an act of civic education.

The second time, they joined forces with other nations of Terra to form an alliance and invade Kazdel. The Sarkaz fought desperately and barely managed to survive. Nevertheless, Kazdel was reduced to ruins. They said it was for the future of Terra.

The third time, their Elector Franz invaded Kazdel again, during which he directly expressed his intention to massacre the civilians of Kazdel, saying that this was a necessary means of purging the inferior races.

……

Given such deep-seated hatred, these conditions alone are naturally insufficient to erase the truth.

Moreover, Theresa now felt that she had seen through the true colors of these Leitanians. They signed the treaty one day and tore it up the next. When she went as a diplomat to demand an explanation, the electors were still passing the buck to each other.

Now you know what fear is, right?

Theresa hummed inwardly.

You can't wait until the battle lines are pushed to your doorstep before you realize how precious peace is!

Want to make peace? No way!

And more importantly, it is the will of all the Sarkaz.

Theresa knew perfectly well where she should be now.

Since Shen Lin hadn't spoken, she naturally wouldn't make any unreasonable demands.

Thinking this, Theresa smiled slightly, her tone gentle yet carrying an undeniable firmness.

“I have already felt your sincerity, Your Excellency. The offer from Letania is indeed generous and tempting.”

"but……"

The single sentence immediately froze the envoy's already beaming expression.

"Sometimes we have to consider the opinions of the various Terran nations regarding Letania."

Theresa pulled out some letters from the thick pile of papers and handed them to the Leitanian ambassador under his trembling gaze.

Ambassador Letania nearly vomited blood on the spot when he saw it.

This is a letter from Rembito and the Bolivarian Youth Army to the Demon Lord.

Rembitox's letter had a hint of schadenfreude about it.