Man on the ark, forced to become king

Let Theresa steal the spotlight once more. After this, the Demon King's power will be deeply imprinted in the hearts of those politicians, and they will never forget it for the rest of their lives!

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"I'll guide you; all you need to do is take action."

Lin Lu suddenly appeared beside Theresa and embraced her from behind.

Even through the cold armor, Theresa could feel the intense heat emanating from behind her, and her masked cheeks flushed slightly.

"it is good."

Although she felt slightly embarrassed, being held in Lin Lu's arms at this moment made her feel inexplicably at ease, as if she had found someone to rely on.

She nodded slightly, without saying much. Her arm naturally rose up following Lin Lu's guidance from behind, and a surge of life force flowed into her body through her limbs, quickly replenishing the massive amount of energy she had just consumed.

"First, raise your hand and use the same move you just used, aiming in that direction and slash straight down!"

Black and red light gathered in the air, and powerful, almost tangible energy wrapped around the blade of the King Sword and was raised high. The difference this time was that there seemed to be some brilliant gold mixed in with the blade.

One meter, five meters, ten meters.

Wang Jian's phantom solidified above the ruins, piercing the sky once more, making it clearly visible to everyone watching.

The operators in the command center held their breath.

The Demon King really still has the strength to use the same attack as before!

This result was utterly disheartening; no one knew whether that giant sword, seemingly capable of cleaving the heavens and earth, would fall upon their heads in the next second.

Fortunately, the final result gave them a small sense of relief.

The enormous sword blade, hundreds of meters long, did not expand again, nor did it seem to be aimed at the command hall.

"cut!"

A gentle voice came from behind. Theresa didn't have time to think. She quickly followed Lin Lu's guidance and aimed the projection of the King's Sword hanging in the sky at a certain direction, slashing down with all her might.

boom!

Amidst the deafening roar, long pink hair was whipped about by the hurricane, and the solid concrete and steel structures were no more difficult to cut than a block of tofu in the face of the falling blade.

Like a hot knife cutting through oil, the blade plunged into the ground, slicing open another deep crack on the surface of the block, extending to a depth of tens of meters underground, almost completely splitting the entire block's structure from top to bottom.

bang~

The bursting blades widened the crack, causing it to disintegrate.

The original balance within the block was ruthlessly shattered, and the already restless energy erupted instantly, with terrifying fluctuations emanating from beneath the city.

The earth trembled, and the damaged buildings collapsed like weeds.

Lin Lu, without any haste, took Theresa's arm and stretched out her palm toward the end of the crack.

hum...

A faint hum reverberated in the air. Theresa felt the power within her body, guided by Lin Lu, break free from her control and surge out of her body, constructing spells she had never seen before.

"From this moment on, they will understand their own insignificance, and what despair is."

A dashing line is essential. Lin Lu chuckled and whispered in the Demon King's ear. Theresa followed his lead, bending her arm and gently raising her hand as if to lift something up.

Zizzi~

On the large screen in the command center, the image that had previously displayed only static suddenly became clear, revealing the figure of the Demon King.

Before the deep abyss, the pitch-black demon king stretched out his palm towards the crack, raised his hand, and then lowered it.

Then, a sphere purer than darkness appeared out of thin air inside the crack, and energy rapidly gathered around it, with visible energy flow patterns.

Drop drop drop!

Alarms popped up on the screen one after another.

At that moment, the technicians in the command center were horrified to discover that, on the system display, all the energy flowing through the energy transmission network in the entire block was inexplicably flowing backward, pouring into the sphere and causing its volume to increase rapidly.

The final solution, which runs at the very bottom layer of the mobile city system, has now been terminated.

The energy burst was interrupted.

Incredible...

Everyone who witnessed this scene experienced a momentary mental freeze.

This is... the Demon Lord of Sarkaz?!

Chapter 148 Loken Water Tank

"Gentlemen, I hope one of you can tell me why things have turned out this way."

"The Demon Lord of Kazdel swaggered onto the land of Columbia, and into an important technological city like Trimont. However, we received no prior information about her before she made her appearance."

"Where is our CIA? Where are our border guards? Is this the result of annual military budget allocations?"

In the conference room that could accommodate dozens of people, the Colombian president, sitting in the main seat, surveyed the entire room. His sharp, hawk-like gaze made everyone lower their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.

Everyone could sense the president's suppressed anger, and no one wanted to be the first to speak out.

"Nobody's going to say anything? Fine, I'll speak then."

The conference room was completely silent. The president stood up abruptly from his seat, placed his hands on the table, and spoke in a terrifyingly low voice.

"Putting aside the CIA and the Border Guard, who can tell me what exactly happened in Tremont?"

"Have some of you been living comfortably for too long? Hmm?"

"Saloka did a great job, using the city's defensive cannons to bombard the Demon King. What's in his head? Water? Huh?"

"What makes you think the city's defensive cannons can kill someone of that level? Are you treating her like a stationary target?"

"Okay, okay, she did stand there and let you use her as a target, and what happened? What happened!"

"You have been utterly defeated."

"Just because ordinary people believe these things, does that mean you all believe them too? Are you all brainless idiots?"

"The truth is, you couldn't kill the Demon Queen; instead, you completely enraged her. How foolish of you is that?"

“I saw that report, it was on my desk along with the intelligence from Trimont. I didn’t sign anything on it, and Saloka still did what he wanted to do. So, what was the point of that report and application? Or are you just using me as a decoration?”

Snapped!

The president slammed a thick stack of documents on the ground, but no one uttered a sound.

Seeing this, the Grand Commander snorted coldly, left a sentence, and slammed the door shut as he left.

"No matter what method you use, I want to see the outcome of this matter tomorrow."

Bang!

The heavy slam of the door shook half the conference room, but the atmosphere improved considerably after the president left.

"Well, gentlemen, as we can see, the President is really angry this time, so we need to come up with a solution as soon as possible."

The middle-aged man, Li Boli, dressed in a military uniform, was the first to speak, and soon someone else followed suit.

"What plan? General Sworling, I think this matter should be handled directly by the Security and Defense Committee. It's their incompetence that led to this outcome, and it has nothing to do with us. Moreover, if I'm not mistaken, your military's garrison has also been designated as a scapegoat, hasn't it?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the conference room turned their attention to a chubby-looking old man named Felin. He was Sampras, the head of the Colombian Security and Defense Committee. The Security and Defense Committees in all the cities were his subordinate agencies.

Stared at by dozens of eyes, Sampras's head, which was so shiny it was almost reflective, was covered in fine beads of sweat, and his expression was uncertain.

What you just said is indeed true. In this matter, everyone can potentially escape responsibility, except for him.

Regardless of the true situation and process of what happened in Trimont, based on the existing intelligence, it was Saroca's mishandling that led to the current predicament.

The mere act of pointing city cannons at urban areas with slums is enough to send Sarok to a military court and imprison him for life.

There are also unauthorized activations of self-destructing blocks... These are all serious violations of authority.

If this series of operations truly yields results, and the Demon Lord of Kazdel is killed in Tremont, then he will naturally be safe and sound.

But he didn't. Not only did he fail to do so, he also thoroughly enraged the demon king.

Indeed, a country as vast as Colombia will not fear the power of one person, even if that person is comparable to a natural disaster.

But how much will they have to pay before they can achieve victory?

Moreover, the demon king won't just stand there waiting for them to kill him. By the time the army arrives, Trimont might have already been completely slaughtered, and the demon king who vowed to destroy Trimont might leave Columbia during that time.

When the news of what happened in Trimont gets out, it will make Colombia a laughing stock on the international stage!

The double loss of economic benefits and reputation is too great a burden, and a single Saroka is simply not enough to quell the anger of the public and the people.

Even if he were hanged and executed on the spot, the public wouldn't accept it.

Therefore, someone of greater importance needs to be held responsible for this. Without a doubt, as Saloka's superior, Sampras could easily figure out that the blame would most likely fall on him.

But... he can't bear such a huge burden!

This fact is far too significant. The fact that the Demon King is still alive means that the situation in Trimont City cannot be contained at all. If it spreads, public opinion alone could bring him down from his position.

If Saloka were here now, Sampras would want to tear him apart with his own hands.

Look at the mess you've made! You failed to silence them, can't you think of other ways? Why do you have to gamble everything?