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Shen Lin stood in front of the map, his gaze sweeping over the various regions of Letania, his mind quickly analyzing the current situation.

Ducarre had already led his troops to use the teleportation ability of the behemoth skeleton to cut off the path of other regions' support to the Vasseur territory.

The situation is currently very favorable.

If it were a Ducarte, who's currently quite enthusiastic, he'd probably be charging in already.

The brief victory did not go to his head. After that test, he could feel that Letania indeed had the foundation to stand in the core circle.

Although Sarkaz's army was sweeping across the battlefield, he knew that Letania's strength lay far beyond the cities and defenses on the surface.

In particular, the existence of the Golden Melody allows the sorcerer groups of Letania to unleash astonishing power when fighting as a group.

If a full-scale attack is launched rashly, the Sarkaz army may encounter an unexpected counterattack at some crucial juncture.

The sheer noise from that truckload of bread-bread men, just from their random plucking, pulling, and blowing, was enough to make anyone dizzy, not to mention their Originium Arts.

Shen Lin was not in a hurry to launch a full-scale attack on all regions, because with the current number of Sarkaz troops, the best approach was to gradually erode their manpower from region to region.

However, Niecilei's team was the last to arrive, which surprised him slightly.

The team led by Niecilei should be the strongest, so they shouldn't encounter any unexpected situations, right?

Could it be that they've encountered some formidable enemy?

Shen Lin contacted Niecilei through the Black Crown, and after a few words, his expression became increasingly strange.

Finally, he sighed softly and shook his head under Theresa's curious, blinking gaze.

"He said his side was surrounded by surrendered troops..."

……

"Wonderful! The war has never been so wonderful!"

As he followed His Highness from Syracuse to Letania, Niezre reflected on his long life and was astonished to find that he had never fought a war like the one he was now in.

In previous battles, the Imperials not only used their long-range advantage to launch long-range attacks against them.

Furthermore, they used intrigue to sow discord within the Sarkaz royal court, rendering it incapable of launching an effective attack.

Either you're outnumbered in team fights, or you get backstabbed.

Despite being surrounded by mortal enemies, Kazdel, once a mighty war king, eventually fell to the point where even his people rotted away due to prolonged lack of nutrition.

Those in the Empire retained the Sarkaz threat to resolve their internal conflicts.

What to do when the country's internal taxes are too heavy and the people are suffering?

It's all the Sarkaz's fault for launching an attack on Kazdel!

What to do when a country's economy is in recession and resources are scarce?

It's all the Sarkaz's fault for launching an attack on Kazdel!

What to do when natural disasters and man-made calamities strike within the country, causing widespread public discontent?

It's all the Sarkaz's fault for launching an attack on Kazdel!

……

In short, just pin the blame on the Sarkaz; you need a target to shift the blame.

For them, it's always good to beat up Kazdel whenever they have a chance!

When the Sarkaz were pushed to their breaking point and needed to unite against a common enemy, the Imperials began to soften their stance.

They began to court the moderates and warned the radicals within the royal court.

Then they completely shut up about what caused the Sarkaz to be like this.

Then they united with the moderates to deal with the radicals, plunging Kazdel into another difficult cycle.

Niecilei was also helpless before; what could he do?

He has great strength but no way to use it!

We're being played to death, manipulated to the point of exhaustion!!

Now, His Highness has led them out of Kazdel's shadow and shattered the lies woven by the Empire.

This is also why Niecilei respects Shen Lin so much.

Since following Prince Shen Lin, Niecilei felt like he had been elevated to a whole new level.

His Highness's blitzkrieg concept delighted him. As the mighty War King of Sarkaz and the chieftain of the Carrion Eaters, he had never fought such a satisfying battle before!

A moment of lightning is exhilarating, continuous lightning is exhilarating!!!

Now, Niecilei, leading his Spirit Banner army, is basically able to quickly sweep through the defenses of a city and then rapidly move on to the next.

In this way, they would arrive at the next city before the enemy's battle reports even arrived.

"Chief, the city of Nerist is just ahead!"

Listening to Ling Zhang's report, Niecilei turned his gaze to the city that was gradually approaching in the distance, and his heart couldn't help but surge with excitement!

He turned around and raised his staff high.

"This will be another proof of our worth, another great conquest of the Empire!"

"This city is within our grasp; how can we allow such petty villains to act recklessly?!"

"Everyone! Charge with me!!!"

As his army advanced, his fighting spirit was gradually overshadowed by a sense of doubt.

It was so empty, so incredibly empty.

They encountered no resistance or obstruction during their charge, and arrived at the enemy's city walls without any hindrance.

"Chief Clan! Look!"

At this moment, Ling Zhang beside him suddenly exclaimed in surprise, as if he had seen something strange.

Following the direction indicated by the spirit banner, Niecilei's expression faltered slightly.

Because at this moment, the city gates were not well-defended, and the walls were already littered with the corpses of more than a dozen Lytanian sorcerers.

Niezire was very familiar with the clothes worn by these corpses. They were the Whisperers, the private soldiers of the nobles. They were usually in charge of the magical device called "Phonetic Machine" in the city and were generally responsible for the last line of defense.

But now their corpses are so openly hung on the city wall... which means that the city has been taken over.

"What's going on? Could it be that His Highness's army has already arrived here ahead of time, but why didn't I receive any prior notice?"

"Or has Ducarre's forces already swept through this area?"

"Could this be some kind of conspiracy, or has something happened here?"

Niecilei immediately ordered the march to slow down; he couldn't ignore this unusual situation.

As he slowly approached the city with his army, filled with questions, it seemed that the city's military police had spotted them and immediately rushed excitedly down from the city wall, shouting.

"Wang Jun!! It's Wang Jun!!"

"Open the door! Open the door now!!"

Their city gates were wide open, and the common people of Letania lined up in two rows at the city gates.

Some civilians, carrying meager food and water jugs, cautiously approached the Sarkaz army.

Their movements seemed somewhat hesitant, as if they were testing whether these unfamiliar soldiers would accept their goodwill.

"Wang Jun...please accept our respect."

An elderly man walked forward shakily and handed a piece of dry bread to Niezley. His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were filled with pleading and reverence.

This scene not only left the Sarkaz army behind them bewildered, but even the well-informed Nezre began to question his own existence.

I thought he had seen it all, having weathered many storms in his life.

He had never seen anything like this before!

How can we make the enemy surrender without losing a single soldier?

When did the Sarkaz gain such high prestige?

It feels just like coming home.

Niecilei walked up to a commoner and, under his tense and excited gaze, touched his horn.

Yes, the other side is Caprini, not Sarkaz.

As Niecilei was immersed in the strange sight before him, suddenly, a man in a military police uniform led a large number of military police officers carrying white flags out of the crowd.

He held up the white flag, his face showing an undisguised excitement, even fanaticism.

His gaze fell directly on Niezley.

"My lord...my lord! You've finally arrived!"

The military police captain shouted in broken Sarkaz, his voice trembling noticeably. His tone was full of adoration and eagerness, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"The deeds of the supreme Demon King have spread throughout the four corners of Letania!"

"That benevolent prince has removed the parasites from the city and dispelled the gloom over our heads."

"We Letanians all know that wherever the banner of Kazdel passes, tax collectors hang themselves! Their henchmen hang themselves! Their nobles perish!"

"He is simply Letania... Oh no!! He is simply our sun, he gave us a second life."

"He is supremely benevolent and virtuous! He is strong and powerful!! He is invincible!!!"

"We need a leader who can lead us out of our suffering and completely rid us of those nobles!"

"Our Letania needs a new king!!!"

Chapter 104 If you want to come, then come.

Victoria

This country, known as "Gold and Splendor," has also undergone tremendous changes during two years of peace.

As the Sarkaz threat drew near, the dukes unanimously agreed that the shadow of war had not completely dissipated, and they began to emulate Kazdel's economic model—the rapid development of the military industry.

As factory chimneys sprang up like mushrooms after rain, thick smoke began to shroud the once clear sky.

The once bustling city is now shrouded in a layer of gray fog, making it difficult for sunlight to penetrate, and the air is filled with the pungent smell of coal smoke.

The vendors lined up on the sidewalk, their calls rising and falling, creating a cacophony of noise.

The footsteps of countless pedestrians and the wheels of heavy carriages have worn the pebbles smooth, and they shimmer slightly in the diffused light.

"Have you heard? Bread prices have gone up again."

"That's right, which farmer can afford bread these days?"

"My family's land didn't yield a good harvest this year, and taxes have gone up. We can barely afford to pay for the seeds anymore."

“The tax official came again yesterday, saying that another arms tax has been added for national defense construction. Our family hasn’t had a proper meal in two months. If this continues, we’ll have to sell our house.”

"Those dukes are always shouting about guarding against the Sarkaz, but we commoners can't even afford to eat. How can we fight for them?"

A young man dressed in coarse cloth looked exhausted. He waved the newspaper in his hand, which read, “The despicable Sarkaz are advancing into Vaser territory.”

The covers mostly depict the scorched earth in the places where Duralé passed and the burning of countless noble manors, revealing a great deal of brutality.

"Speaking of which, are those Sarkaz people really that brutal? They've already invaded Vase territory. The reports say that wherever they go, nothing grows and the scorched earth stretches for miles."

"Hahaha, don't listen to their nonsense!"

“I had a Tara friend who was infected while working in a factory. He couldn’t stay in Victoria any longer, so he went to Kazdel. We’ve kept in touch by letter.”

As he spoke, the old man looked around and then lowered his voice.

"In fact, he initially believed the Sarkaz people's brutality as described in the newspapers, and he was prepared to never return."

"But when he arrived in Kazdel, he found that it wasn't like that at all. The Sarkaz people there, though they looked fierce, were not hostile to outsiders like them."

"As long as you don't cause trouble and work honestly, they won't make things difficult for you."

"Really?"

Because there was little business, the surrounding vendors couldn't help but gather together.

"But didn't the newspapers say that the Sarkaz people were burning, killing, looting, and committing all sorts of atrocities?"