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"Fight or die! The choice is yours!"

"I will let the Sarkaz know that Letania's dignity cannot be trampled upon!"

……

Lyles City

Theresa frowned; at that moment, she received a diplomatic letter.

It didn't come from Letania, but from Victoria.

The letter was long, but it could be summarized in just a few sentences.

We, on behalf of Terra International, condemn Kazdel! We strongly condemn it!

Kazdale's current actions have gone beyond advocating for citizens' rights; Victoria is about to intervene in this war!

The Sarkaz must withdraw from Letania immediately! Failure to comply is tantamount to treacherous ambition and must not be tolerated!

Theresa thought this matter was of great importance, so she immediately went to find Shen Lin.

Theresa thought Shen Lin would consider it carefully, but Shen Lin only glanced at it before throwing it into the trash can in Theresa's dazed gaze.

"..."

condemn?

The more the enemy opposes us, the more it proves we're doing the right thing!

To do things that the enemy dislikes, you must do them a lot! Do them quickly! Do them ruthlessly!

As someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder, Shen Lin felt satisfied looking at the black and red land on the map coloring board, but—provided that the land was completely one color.

If there are a few extra patches of other colors in the middle... then we absolutely have to fill that plot of land in! Otherwise, I won't be sleeping tonight!

Moreover, the local people of Letania were already dissatisfied with the rule of those nobles, and when they saw the Sarkaz army, they regarded it as the royal army!

That's perfectly justifiable, absolutely justifiable!

Add to that the long history of all the despicable things the other side did to Kazdel, and it's not enough to kill those nobles a thousand times over!

Seeing Theresa's still somewhat dazed expression, Shen Lin smiled slightly.

“There was a time when those imperialists looked at us with disgust and greed, and were always looking for an opportunity to divide our people.”

“In the past, they would not condemn or warn us; they always resorted to violence without reason.”

"Now that we've started to retaliate, they've become surprisingly polite. Bullying the weak and fearing the strong is an arrogance ingrained in their bones."

"Now we can see that their diplomats have nothing but awe for us and have to treat us as equals!"

"If we were a little more domineering, I wonder if they would be even more respectful to us?"

"As for the ceasefire, I have already made it very clear: all the towers of Letania combined are not worth the life of a single Sarkaz citizen."

"Tomorrow, we will gather all our troops and completely occupy the territory of Vaser!!"

"As for Victoria... if it wants to touch her, then let it come!!"

Chapter 105 must be won!

Recently, as Victoria announced her formal intervention in the war, reinforcements from other regions are about to arrive in Vaser Territory. Once these two forces come together, even any country would have to think twice.

When they heard that reinforcements were coming, the hearts of the Leitanians in the city were filled with trepidation.

This is no ordinary reinforcement; it is a coalition of two core nations certified by the countries of Terra, a coalition that even the once invincible Gauls had to treat with caution!

Most people here are commoners. No matter how good the living standards of the Letanian nobles are, or how excellent the preferential policies are, they generally have little to do with them.

What if... that great Demon King, after reviewing the situation, decides to quit and go back to Kazdel to retire?

Wouldn't they then have to go back to those days of working on loans and living hand to mouth?

After a brief brainstorming session, they panicked!

Don’t do that kind of thing! !

Hey! What are you coalition forces doing causing trouble?! We're doing just fine now, we don't need you to save us!

The kind-hearted noble grandfathers always patiently taught them that no pain, no gain!

In contrast... the ruthless Sarkaz people, as described in textbooks and newspapers, opened the doors of their treasuries as soon as they arrived, distributed a portion of the nobles' assets to them, and abolished most of the taxes.

then……

"The greatest leader!"

"Leytania's One and Only Sun!"

"Conqueror of the Earth!"

Countless commoners, with their families in tow, gathered in front of the city center, weeping and wailing as they recounted the many atrocities committed by the nobles of the past.

"You have no idea how despicable those nobles are... They levy excessive taxes, abduct women, and cause chaos everywhere!!"

"If you let them go this time, they definitely won't let it go!"

"How can you allow someone else to snore beside your bed!"

Yes, yes! Just let us know if you need anything!

"We don't want the money, we don't want it! We only hope that His Highness will shine upon us again."

"Even if you are short-staffed, we can fill in. As long as you stick to the current path, we will be your strongest support!"

Some military police were clamoring to join the fight to redistribute land among the nobles.

They even took out the money and provisions they had prepared beforehand to reward these royal troops, leaving the surrounding Sarkaz troops completely stunned.

Their enthusiasm was completely ignited when they learned that Shen Lin had issued the order to prepare for marching and to launch an attack.

"The Demon King is righteous! The Demon King is righteous!!"

From this day forward, my poems will be dedicated solely to you!

"The Witch King of Letania is tall, the Emperor of Victoria is hard. And you, our leader! You are both tall and hard!!"

Theresa stood on the high platform of the city hall, holding a cup of tea that had gone cold, staring blankly at the scene before her.

Her mind was buzzing, and her worldview seemed to have been greatly impacted.

Although she had accepted that Kazdel's resurgence would inevitably be bloody, what was going on here?

Theresa gently moved closer to Shen Lin and whispered a reminder.

"Shen Lin, do you want to say something? They seem... a little too enthusiastic."

Shen Lin simply shook his head at this.

“That’s normal, Theresa, when we first entered the city…”

“I have seen soldiers begging for scraps in the mud, I have seen desperate families crammed into dusty apartment streets, I have seen malnutrition, the gap between rich and poor and despair.”

"This is the legacy of class solidification."

"Leytania's system is not as superior as ours, and with the tyranny of the Witch King, internal conflicts have reached a critical point."

“We can take these cities legitimately simply by hanging those nobles.”

Theresa was still somewhat dazed.

In the past, she was always hesitant and worried that if the Sarkaz of Kazdel did something outrageous, it would invite invasion from other powers.

But Shen Lin showed her through his actions that as long as they were strong enough, none of the things she was worried about would happen.

Weakness is the only original sin.

Seeing those once arrogant guys now bowing and scraping before Kazdel.

At this moment, Theresa couldn't help but think of two words: "Satisfaction!"

Just as Theresa was still reeling from the scene of the previous envoy's humble demeanor, a Sarkaz messenger rushed in.

"Your Highness! There is a secret letter here."

Theresa and Shen Lin exchanged a glance. Shen Lin stepped forward, took the letter, and saw that the letter belonged to Fremont, the Lord of the Lich King's Court.

“Mr. Fremont has given us a live update on the situation in Letania.”

“Those Victorians are untrustworthy!! Their army had already begun its operations when they sent us the letter.”

"They're feigning negotiations while secretly mobilizing troops. It seems they're determined to confront us head-on."

"Currently, the combined forces of Victoria and other regions will be able to provide support to Wasser territory in just two days."

"Shen Lin, we..."

Theresa's tone carried a hint of worry.

The Sarkaz marched directly to the Vase territory, stretching the battle lines very far. The supply line issue has always been a major concern for Theresa.

The fate of the Four Emperors in the Battle of Gaul is still fresh in our minds; if their retreat is cut off by the allied forces, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Upon hearing this, Theresa noticed that the man paused slightly, seemingly puzzled by her hesitation.

Then a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"It's simple, we'll just take over Waser territory within two days, won't we?"

"I have always firmly believed that there is nothing that no Sarkaz person can't do, regardless of strength or wealth, as long as they are united!"

"Those who claim to support the legitimate rights of the Sarkaz but turn a blind eye to the injustices we suffer are simply afraid of our power!!"

"They want roads without bumps, they want dawns without shadows! They want rain without thunder and lightning, they want oceans without giant waves!!"

Let them dream their daydreams!

"In times of despair, we can only resort to desperate measures! Darkness and suffering are commonplace for the Sarkaz, so we fear no challenge now!"

"What kind of progress is it if we don't accelerate our progress in the darkness?"

The man's bright smile made her pause suddenly. When she came to her senses, Theresa's cheeks flushed slightly, and she gently turned her head away.

When faced with these hesitant questions, the man in front of me always manages to give the most direct and powerful answer immediately.

Although her rational mind told her that such behavior was risky, Theresa felt that as long as he was behind her, they could overcome any obstacle with their unity.

He liberated the Sarkaz from suffering, and together they overcame one obstacle after another.

She didn't know when he would arrive, only that foreign invasions were constant and Kazdel was engulfed in war.

In his quest for a way out, he braved the winds and waves, losing all of Kazdel's territory, but the land gained a new ambition.

He came riding the waves, his sails billowing high, a crown of blood beneath the ruins of the Vasseur fleet;

The machines roared, the sword of industry cleaved through the decaying old era, and he was about to wield the scepter of the earth.

……

Unlike the vibrant city of Lyles.

A strange tension hung in the air in Brussels in the early morning. The streets were no longer bustling; instead, there was the sound of synchronized footsteps and the crisp clinking of metal.

Albert stood atop the tower, overlooking the city that was about to become a battlefield.

He made thorough preparations to face that demon leader.

They did not dig trenches and create obstacles like in conventional national warfare, and then construct defensive lines with Originium bombs.

These were barbaric and inefficient acts in the eyes of every nobleman. Their towers were already a natural barrier, so why bother with such unartistic behavior?

Every corner of Bruces was mobilized. From the elderly to young children, anyone who could pick up a musical instrument was forcibly conscripted.

On the streets, soldiers distributed finely crafted musical instruments to the people—gilded harps, jewel-encrusted flutes, bronze drums engraved with intricate runes…

These instruments were not only the vehicle for music, but also the weapons that Albert had carefully prepared.

"What does this mean? Shouldn't we be carrying swords and shields?"

"You expect us to blow the Sarkaz to death with these things?"

A young Victorian tourist, holding a harp, looked at the soldier beside him with a puzzled expression.

"Shut up!"

"This is His Excellency Albert's order! You only need to play according to the instructions, and you don't need to worry about anything else!"