Man on the ark, forced to become king

When faced with a difficult problem, their usual tactic is to first eliminate the person who caused the problem.

It was perfectly reasonable for them to send people to attack Rhine Life.

What truly exceeded expectations was Theresa's reaction and strength.

He had planned to wait until Theresa was attacked and reacted before launching his attack, but he didn't expect his sister's methods to be so ruthless and her strength to be so astonishing.

Standing in his position, he could clearly see the changes in the sky. The immense pressure that enveloped an entire city area was like an invisible mountain pressing down on his head, and the black and red torrents blotted out the sun, like rolling waves.

If that torrent were to fall... then the natural disaster would be nothing more than this.

Not many people will survive in the entire block.

Such power has completely surpassed that of all previous demon kings, transcended their ancestors, and reached a completely new realm.

Even though she already knew that Theresa had made further progress with the help of the Golden Tree, Theresa had never seen the Demon King at full power, so she only had a vague guess about the upper limit of what she could do until now.

This is a power comparable to natural disasters and capable of contending with modern armies. To put it bluntly, the current Demon King is a god walking on the earth, and ordinary people are no match for her!

With such a top-tier power existing, Kazdel's future can be described as bright.

As long as Theresa stands, no country will dare to provoke Kazdel.

The current world situation is fraught with undercurrents.

The once-glorious kingdom of Kazimir is now in decline, reduced to a plaything of capitalism, and has lost all its former glory.

Ursus, a country known for its militarism, is plagued by internal strife and shows signs of splitting apart.

With the royal bloodline of Victoria dwindling and power slipping away, and nobles locked in endless infighting, there was little time to attend to anything else.

Iberia fell into silence, completely cut off from the continental countries.

The Witch King of Letania has fallen, and the twins have risen to power. Factions of the old and new nobles are fighting each other, and the situation is far from stable.

Sargon is self-sufficient and almost completely disconnected from modern civilization.

The Yan Kingdom adheres to the principle of national peace and prosperity and has never been interested in external affairs.

The other countries were all small, unstable nations, not worthy of serious consideration.

In fact, Colombia is the only country in the world that is truly active in stirring up trouble everywhere. It is a cancerous presence with a notorious reputation on the international stage, second only to Kazdel.

Now, they've even set their sights on the remains of Kazdel's ancestors!

Such a thing would be an intolerable insult and desecration in any country or culture!

Theresis knew there was a mole in the Sarkaz. For some time now, he had been fighting wits and courage against those organizations or groups that had been bought off and supported by foreign forces, trying every means to completely wipe them out.

However, that will take time. Kazdel is a large area, and those organizations are scattered, so it will be difficult to dig them all out in a short period of time.

So, taking advantage of this opportunity, he plans to start directly from the source.

If the problem can't be solved temporarily, then deal with the person who caused it. Doesn't he know how to do that?

Today he was going to show these people that the Sarkaz could use the same methods, and do them even more ruthlessly and thoroughly!

"This is a misunderstanding, Your Highness the Regent."

The sharp blade almost touched his neck. Sarok's pupils contracted, and as his skin brushed against the blade, he straightened up, maintaining his composure, and gave the driver in front of him a prohibition gesture.

As a powerful figure in the military system, in charge of the defense of a city, he is not so incompetent as to lose his composure in the face of such a scare.

"Misunderstand?"

The car's roaring engine stopped as the driver moved. Therese drew the sword that had pinned the car to the ground, her eyes filled with coldness, as if she were about to fight at the slightest provocation.

"The matter of desecrating the remains of my ancestors has not yet been explained, and you have sent people to attack His Majesty the Demon King of Kazdel. Do you think you can just brush it off with a misunderstanding?"

“Your actions can be interpreted as Colombia declaring war on the Kazdel and the Sarkaz.”

"Although Kazdel is currently in dire need of rebuilding, I will not allow myself to be bullied."

"The Sarkaz are never afraid of war. If you want to fight, then let's see who the final winner is."

Bah! Who wants to fight you!

Who will be the ultimate winner?

For Colombia, there is no such thing as winning or losing in this war; as long as they fight, they have lost.

What kind of profit could be made in a place like Kazdel?

Colombia is keen on frequently stirring up trouble because it is profitable. War can bring them the resources and wealth they need, and incidentally, it can divert attention from domestic conflicts.

What's in Kazdel? That godforsaken place has nothing but natural disasters and dead bodies!

Fighting would be a one-sided effort, and even if they won, they couldn't possibly cross such a long distance to occupy Kazdel's territory.

Moreover, the Sácazans are a bunch of reckless lunatics, while Colombian soldiers are extremely valuable, having been fed real money; every death of one is a loss.

Starting a war that is destined to yield no profit for some inexplicable reason is clearly a bad deal.

Only a fool would fight with a bunch of poor bastards like you!

Saroka felt contempt in his heart, but he didn't show it.

Although he despised these Sarkaz lunatics from the bottom of his heart, he was now focused on appeasement and avoiding conflict if possible.

"Your Excellency Regent, please believe me, this is absolutely a misunderstanding. Our soldiers were unaware that Your Majesty the Demon King was also here. It is understandable that they might offend you when you don't know each other, isn't it?"

"Furthermore, our Ministry of Foreign Affairs has not received any entry applications from you or His Majesty the Demon King. Your presence itself violates our laws."

"I believe we both share responsibility in this matter. Why don't we each take a step back? You can go and appease His Majesty the Demon King's anger, and I will arrange for His Majesty the Demon King to have a direct conversation with the Grand Commander as soon as possible."

Direct communication? If you believe your nonsense and keep waiting, what you'll likely get is an even more powerful barrage of artillery fire and bombardment from other unequipped powerful weapons.

Columbia has always been good at being inhuman, and Therese can't trust these two-faced, liars.

"It is your job to quell the king's anger."

Therese rejected Sacaro's suggestion without hesitation.

Theresa's actions were at his behest; how could he possibly stop her himself?

Not only can it not be stopped, but it needs to be fueled further.

"As you can see, we have come for the remains of our ancestors. You should feel honored that His Majesty the Demon King has personally come to Trimont!"

“However, your repeated offenses are intolerable to our king. It is you who should be the ones being considered now.”

"Or you can ignore it and let the city fall in the King's wrath."

"Remember, never underestimate the courage of the Sarkaz."

The sword sliced ​​through the air, instantly severing the outer shell of the military off-road vehicle and creating a large gash.

Therese sheathed his sword, stepped out, and strode back the way he came, like a loyal subject going to pay homage to his king, leaving Saloka sitting in the carriage with an uncertain expression.

Damn Sarkaz, damn madmen, barbarians!

You insolent beast!

Compared to a mere fragment of the Balrog, the invasion of Columbia's territory by the Regent of Kazdel and the Demon King together is clearly more serious and has no justification!

But the other party was so unreasonable that Saroká had no way to deal with it. He didn't even dare to retaliate on the spot, because given the Sarkaz people's consistently crazy nature, the regent might just draw his sword and kill him right there.

It can only be said that evil people will be punished by evil people. Colombians, who are used to being unreasonable, can only feel frustrated when faced with people who are even more unreasonable than themselves.

Why is it that Colombia is so powerful and wealthy, while the Zarkaz people have nothing?

However, simply enduring it all isn't enough.

Gazing at the black-armored giant standing tall in the sky, a ruthless glint flashed in Sarok's eyes. He waved his hand and said, "Use the vehicle radio to notify everyone to activate intercity communication, use the special channel, and report today's events as quickly as possible."

"Inform the Trimont Security and Defense Committee to lift the arms ban and have all the city defense cannons aimed there and fully loaded."

"Then, initiate the city block separation, separating that urban area from the city."

His aged face was full of malice. Sarok slammed his hand on the chair, his eyes blazing with anger.

Is this kind of coercion akin to that of Kazdel, where they can take whatever they want from Colombia?

Since we're going to pay a price anyway, might as well go all out before that happens!

Trading a city block for the lives of Kazdel's two supreme rulers is entirely worthwhile.

The Demon King is just a stronger infected; how much stronger can he be?

He refused to believe that a city-wide saturation bombardment with heavy firepower wouldn't kill a single person!

Once we kill the Demon King and Regent of Kazdel here, we won't need to worry about anything else!

As for the soldiers and civilians who didn't have time to evacuate, and the researchers at Rhine Labs... it was their honor to give their lives for the great Columbia.

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'Theresia, can you hear me?'

Running through the deserted streets, Therese cried out in her heart.

He knew that Theresa's demonic power was now pervasive throughout the city, and she should be able to know everything within her reach.

However, within seconds, a crystal the size of a fist condensed and took shape beside her, and with the crystal as a medium, Theresa's voice resounded from the depths of her heart.

'I can hear you. What do I need to do next?'

"Next, you'll likely face shelling from the entire city. Can you weather the storm and teach those Colombians a lesson they'll never forget?"