I was raised in the simulator, and I’m really not a bad woman in Ark!

It's wonderful, isn't it?

Especially in such a cruel land, any beauty seems so precious and rare.

"It's so nice." Seeing her daughters being affectionate with each other through the rearview mirror, Luciana, who had been watching the show, couldn't help but sigh out loud, and her eyes were rarely filled with the kindness of an elder.

Little W, who was standing by, nodded unconsciously after hearing Luciana's low murmur. There was envy in his eyes, but he didn't have any jealousy in his mind. After all, sometimes if something is too far away from you, then you naturally won't have any extra thoughts except envy.

At least this is how Little W views the relationship between Ekalos and Arturo.

As for the future, no one can tell for sure.

However, the warmth and tranquility in the car did not last long.

It was probably when Arturo left Ikaros' arms and started chatting with Ikaros about some trivial daily life and his feelings towards Kazdel.

In front of the SUV, the car driven by the Sarkaz mercenaries suddenly honked its lights to signal the car behind carrying Ekaros and his group to stop.

Luciana naturally would not be careless and quickly stopped the SUV that was originally moving.

The pushing feeling caused by inertia announced the fact that the car had stopped to everyone in the car before Luciana did.

"What's wrong, Mama Luciana, has something happened?"

Ikaros was the first to ask, his hand already on the guard gun beside him, obviously ready to attack at any time.

"I'm not sure, but they must have encountered some trouble on the road ahead, otherwise Karl and the others wouldn't just stop their car in the wilderness."

Luciana shook her head. Although she was not very clear about what had happened, based on her understanding of the Sarkaz, whom she had only spent a few days with, they did not seem like the kind of people who would just stop their car for no reason.

Overall, the road conditions are very urgent.

Therefore, the sudden stop now can only mean that something must have happened ahead.

And preparing for the worst is often the first rule for Luciana to survive as a war correspondent.

"Then we'd better be careful. After all, we have encountered many such situations along the way."

Arturo also took out the pistol from her thigh under her skirt. As for her guardian gun, it was basically a joke in close combat and was completely inferior to her cello.

If he wasn't worried that his Originium skills might affect the friendly forces around him during the battle.

Arturo was sure that she could play a greater role, but at the moment she also understood that she should just use her pistol to provide assistance.

After all, she is just a violinist and has no power, just like Ikaros who plays the piano.

Even Little W suppressed his emotions and took out a tetanus-enchanted dagger from somewhere on his body. He twirled the dagger skillfully, as if he was very familiar with this weapon.

In this regard, neither Ekalos nor Luciana stopped W's behavior.

Every Sarkaz is essentially a natural-born warrior, and both of them are very clear about this. It is not just an empty saying that what kind of environment breeds what kind of person, but a real reality.

Therefore, when W took out a weapon from somewhere and acted like he wanted to fight alongside them, the two girls said they remained calm and thought it was within their expectations.

The only one who was a little surprised was probably Arturo, but when she saw that her mother and Qingmei had no objection, she no longer thought about saying anything like she felt W was too young to go on adventures.

After all, Kazdel has its own national conditions, and it is reasonable for children to fight, no problem.

Without using Originium Techniques and Guardian Guns, two Arturos might not be able to defeat one W.

So Arturo's worries were naturally unnecessary.

Just as the few of them prepared their weapons and got off the off-road vehicle.

Seeing them, Karl Yin began to explain why the car suddenly stopped.

"We may be unlucky. If we continue driving forward, we may run into a natural disaster."

As he spoke, Karl turned his head and looked at the gloomy sky covered by dark clouds in the distance of the convoy, causing all the girls to look there as well.

The sky, which was originally a little gloomy, began to slowly surge. Invisible energy mixed with Originium crystals and particles above the clouds in the sky, condensing tremendous power. The dull thunder roared in the distance, dyeing the dark sky with the orange-yellow color of Originium.

Depressing, dull, scary and hideous.

It was like a doomsday scene, as if the sky was torn apart and was about to collapse, which brought a certain visual impact and shock to Arturo, who was seeing a natural disaster for the first time.

This is the disaster called natural disaster, which is also a stubborn disease that has existed on Terra for a long time but has no possibility of being cured.

"This is... a natural disaster."

Arturo's pupils shrank slightly because of shock. As someone who seldom left the Holy City, this was the first time she witnessed the brewing of a natural disaster with her own eyes.

This is a destructiveness and grandeur that is difficult to be described in any piece of music, full of primitive destruction, death and fear.

It seemed like the embodiment of the suffering of countless living beings, and also like the final hateful revenge of countless undead whose flesh and souls were devoured by the cruel land of Terra.

The cold wind is howling, the sky is torn apart, and suffering is brewing.

But the land remains unmoved, as if the suffering it has suffered is completely insignificant to it.

"Yes, this is the disaster, my Arturo."

"Powerful and terrifying, yet seemingly weak and powerless in front of this land, not worth mentioning."

After making sure there was no danger around, Icarus came to Arturo's side with his hands behind his back, and accompanied her to look at the impending natural disaster.

Facing a natural disaster again after a long absence, the fear and anxiety we once had had have long since turned into indifference after the dust.

After all, no matter how terrible a natural disaster is, as long as you don't accidentally enter the disaster area, then no matter how terrible the natural disaster is, it will ultimately be just a disaster movie that can be watched from afar.

But this land is constantly devouring people's lives, hopes and future.

And no one can change this.

The Scourge is certainly horrific, but the mobile cities and Scourge Messengers have changed the sword of Damocles that once hung over the heads of the Terrans.

The only thing that can never be changed is the cruelty of this land.

And it is destined to move towards a deeper, darker abyss.

……

"Will it lead the Sarkaz into a deeper, dark abyss?"

"Haha, that's an interesting way of saying it. They're so anxious just because I moved the cake a little bit? These nobles are just as stubborn as the royal nobles decades ago. Are they even threatening me?"

"I wonder what kind of expressions they will show when they learn that my brother and I have reconciled..."

On the Rhodes Island ship, Tower of Babel, Theresa sat in her private office, reading the letters sent by the nobles in the area under her control who supported her after receiving her orders.

There was a hint of coldness in her usually gentle smile.

Perhaps Theresa would have considered their feelings and the civil war and troubled herself with this matter for a long time.

But Theresa wouldn't do that now. She would only think about how to twist off the heads of those insects that sucked the blood of Kazdel and Sarkaz in the most efficient, reasonable and legal way, and then use their blood to repay the scars they left on Kazdel and Sarkaz.

After all, she is the Demon King, so it’s not excessive for her to do something that is in line with her title and setting, right?

"Your Highness...what do you mean?"

However, when Theresa said this, she obviously forgot about the lynx woman in maid clothes beside her. Of course, Theresa might have said these words deliberately to the people beside her.

But only Theresa herself knows whether this is true or not.

"Ah... Kal'tsit, my words... are of course literal. I have reconciled with my brother Tracys. The civil war is about to end, and those who took the opportunity to exploit Kazdel have now paid the price."

Theresa looked at her friend who had been with her for who knows how many years, and her cold smile was instantly replaced by tenderness.

The pure white demon king clasped his hands together and whispered the reality and changes that shocked Kal'tsit.

"Your Highness, you are kidding me, right?" Kal'tsit obviously couldn't believe what she heard, even though it was said by Theresa herself.

But compared to believing that this princess had reconciled with Theresa, Kal'tsit would rather believe that she had lived too long and caused problems with her ears, rather than believe the fact spoken by Theresa herself.

After all, Kal'tsit knew that Theresa's philosophy would never allow her to go along with Tracy.

War can never bring peace and a habitat to the Sarkaz.

Theresa tilted her head and made an innocent expression, spreading her hands and said, "You know I won't joke about this kind of thing, Kal'tsit."

"So... you mean, you want to lead the Sarkaz now, no, I should say, you want to lead Terra into war?"

Kal'tsit's eyes shrank slightly because of disbelief, and she even subconsciously took half a step back. Her emerald green eyes were full of confusion and puzzlement woven from complexity and disbelief.

She couldn't believe that Theresa, who had such ideals, would actually make such a choice now.

This almost negates the sacrifices of countless Sarkaz and all the efforts Theresa had made.

Unbelievable.

Theresa could see the surprise in Kal'tsit's eyes, and knew what Kal'tsit was thinking at the moment.

But she just smiled and unconsciously recalled an experience in her dream.

She couldn't help but think of the night when her brother was bullied at school in her dream and she went looking for the Grand Duke after trying in vain to prevent Theresis from being persecuted any further.

To this day, even though I have never truly experienced that warm embrace, nor have I truly felt the warmth of that night and witnessed the sky dominated by Manchester.

But Theresa still remembered that memory clearly, and still remembered the truth that the Grand Duke taught her that day.

That is, in this world, only promises made by true strength and power can give people peace of mind.

But without sufficient power and the gentleness of capital, you will always be useless.

“Having a sword in your hand and not using it are two different things from not having a sword. Kal'tsit, you have lived a long time and should understand this principle better than me.” Theresa closed her eyes slightly, recalling the dream that had turned into memory. When she opened her eyes again, the arrogance of a superior and her tenderness overlapped together.

She looked at Kal'tsit in front of her with a half-smile, her eyes showing indifference, pity, understanding, sympathy, but also a bit of resolute calmness.

The slight nod, under the influence of the light, coupled with Theresa's expression at the moment, made her look like the merciless devil in the legend.

After hearing this, Kal'tsit didn't know what to say in rebuttal for a moment.

In her opinion, war is wrong, and the war caused by the Sarkaz is something she does not want to see. As a being who has been walking on Terra for tens of thousands of years, she has witnessed too many scars left on this land by the turmoil caused by the Tikaz and Sarkaz.

The underlying program required that she could not sit idly by and watch this happen, nor could she sit idly by and watch the Sarkaz start any war.

Therefore, even though it was bitter and she didn't want to do it, after seeing Theresa's determination, Kal'tsit still struggled to express her attitude with all her strength.

"If... Your Highness, you really think so, then I have to leave and stop your madness."

Saying these words almost took up all of Kal'tsit's energy. She really couldn't bear to fight Theresa. As a friend who accompanied her, she tried not to let her feel lonely and wanted to teach her the existence of love.

In Kal'tsit's eyes this time, Theresa has become a family member.

So after saying this, in Theresa's view, Kal'tsit was not so much threatening her as trying to persuade her to return to her original path in the most powerless way after witnessing her determination.

In other words, Kal'tsit had no intention of betraying Theresa, nor did she really plan to leave and take action against the Sarkaz.

This undoubtedly made Theresa very happy.

However, there are some things she must make clear to Kal'tsit.

After all, for the Sarkaz today, they no longer have any choice.

Only by demonstrating enough strength to defeat all invading enemies can one be qualified to continue living in this cruel land.

Chapter 147 Kal'tsit has never been a frank person

"You won't do that, Kal'tsit. You know better than anyone the current position of the Sarkaz in Terra." Theresa smiled and looked at Kal'tsit and said with certainty,

"You won't allow the Sarkaz to start a war, but you won't allow the Sarkaz to be completely destroyed, Kal'tsit."

Facing Theresa's sudden smile and trusting eyes, Kal'tsit retorted with a confused mind: "But if that's the case, then why start a war? Wouldn't that block the Sarkaz's last retreat?"

“Your Highness, you should know better than anyone the horror of war. Even if the Sarkaz have a chance to reignite the war, Kazdel has no potential to end it in this era.”

"The Sarkaz... can't possibly win."

Although it is somewhat hasty to draw such a conclusion, and it is even more strange for Kal'tsit to say such imprecise words, there is no doubt that this is the cruel reality.

The war started by the Sarkaz might drag Terra into hell, but as the root cause of the war, the Sarkaz will definitely be completely swept into the dustbin of history, and it is not impossible for them to completely disappear from the main ethnic group of Terra.

Theresa was obviously aware of this, otherwise she would not have suppressed the hatred of the Sarkaz for many years and tried to cooperate and communicate with the Terra countries in a peaceful manner.

However, this time Theresa did not respond to Kal'tsit's words immediately. Instead, she looked at the lynx with its fur standing on end meaningfully and smiled softly:

"That's true, but..."

"Kal'tsit, when did I ever say that I was really going to start a war that was doomed to be unwinnable?"

Theresa spoke as she raised the sacred gold that symbolized the fate of the Demon King and the Sarkaz clan. The red crown on her head rose and fell gently, continuously radiating Theresa's emotions at the moment.