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"Continue to intensify the sonic spells, don't give them any chance to breathe."

His voice was amplified and carried throughout the city.

The soldiers increased the intensity of their playing, and the sound waves instantly reached their peak.

The bodies of those relatives began to disintegrate under the impact of the sound waves, as if they were being torn apart by an invisible force.

"what--!!"

They let out a piercing scream as their bodies gradually turned to ashes and scattered in the wind.

After their bodies died, countless blood demon creations that crawled out of their bodies were instantly annihilated by the impact of the massive sonic energy.

The soldiers of Letania witnessed all of this, and their tense nerves finally relaxed, replaced by an unprecedented sense of exhilaration and confidence.

"See that? Those monsters are utterly vulnerable!"

"The tower! This is our tower! The pride of the Leitanians!"

"I patrolled all day, and all those demon bastards did after holding back their attack for so long was this?"

"Hmph! A mere demon can be destroyed with a flick of the finger!"

"It's safe, it's safe this time!"

……

the other side.

As long as the engine roared, the steel-forged legion advanced relentlessly like a sharp blade.

Wherever they go, whether it's hills or rivers, they must make way for them!

What should have been a day's march was completed in just three hours, and they are about to reach their destination!

Kazdel's black and red flags fluttered fiercely in the night sky, like flames ignited by the darkness, burning with a unique and dazzling brilliance against the deep night.

At this moment, notification sounds kept ringing in Shen Lin's mind.

[Martyr's Resonance]: For every friendly unit that dies on the battlefield, all Sarkaz gain one stack of Mark of Vengeance, each stack increasing attack power by 0.1%.

(Note: The stack has now reached 3000 layers, and the effect will last until the end of the war.)

"Oh wow! These Leitanians have suddenly gotten their buffs stacked up to the maximum. I thought I'd need Ducarre to do a few more rounds."

How much longer until we arrive?

Gazing at the chorus that illuminated the sky in the distance, the Letanians who were guiding the Sarkaz legion ahead were terrified.

Even as Leitanians, they had never seen such a breathtaking sight.

The tower's sonic magic bloomed in the night sky, as if countless stars were ignited in an instant, illuminating the entire horizon.

The melodious tune, accompanied by powerful energy fluctuations, swept over, and even from such a distance, he could feel the immense energy fluctuations.

He had no doubt that if he had been there, the residual energy from that incident alone would have killed him.

He hurriedly and weakly spoke to the man beside him in broken Sarkaz.

"Your Highness, Great Demon King, Merciful Lord..."

"The Tower of Bruces is now fully operational!"

"If we're not careful, we could become dust in the torrent of magic!"

"How about we stop and rest for a bit, and discuss a strategy?"

In fact, these Letanians are almost going crazy.

Before we came, no one said that the demon king in front of us was a complete madman!

Since ancient times, the tower has been a symbol of Letania. It is not only a manifestation of Letanian culture, but also the guardian of this land.

The arrays and circuits it contains can not only enhance the power of a spell, but also instantly expand its range by dozens of times!

Even when the Gauls entered Letania, those nobles firmly believed in one sentence.

Once the tower is activated, everything will be alright!

Even if Letania's score wasn't high after the Four Emperors War, they still didn't lose face.

Those Gallic roosters were nothing more than ordinary men who stormed into their city before their towers were even activated!

If we hadn't desperately tied down Gaul, Victoria and Ursus might not have won so easily!

Even if there was a lot of stubbornness involved at the time, it was enough to reveal the confidence that the tower gave them.

The man in front of them actually wanted to take down Bruces by force, despite the entire city's tower array being activated!

He was less of a conqueror and more of a complete madman!

But they couldn't simply give up—

Their eyes glanced at the man's smiling face, and they secretly shivered.

They had no intention of risking their lives to test whether this capricious tyrant would tolerate their chatter.

So, with tears in their eyes, they could only continue to plan the path forward for the man before them.

"They haven't found the tower's location yet?"

At this moment, in Shen Lin's mind, the art of graffiti was presenting the entire battle situation in Letania in a three-dimensional form.

He frowned slightly as he looked at the map in front of him. Although this talent was like a satellite's eye, able to observe the enemy's troop movements, it also had some limitations.

On the map, the energy fluctuations of the sonic spell spread out like ripples, covering the entire city and its surrounding area.

However, he did not discover the source of these energy fields.

It seems the only option is to order the bombers to bomb indiscriminately.

Suddenly, a crisp notification sound rang out.

"This is......"

Shen Lin suddenly noticed that many areas were highlighted, and the signs on the top of the towers below the highlighted areas were very conspicuous.

His gaze sharpened slightly, and a meaningful smile immediately appeared on his lips.

"I see... As expected, the system is the most reliable thing to do in a critical moment!"

"Haha, this time you've really been a huge help!!"

"Full speed ahead!!"

……

The night was as dark as ink, thick clouds obscured the moonlight, and the entire earth was shrouded in darkness. Soldiers stood on the city walls, their weapons gripped tightly, their eyes scanning the distance warily.

A young soldier suddenly raised his head, his ears twitching slightly.

"Listen, what's that sound?"

"Don't make a fuss, it's probably just rumors."

However, the sound did not disappear; instead, it became clearer and clearer.

At first, it was just a faint buzzing sound, like the sound of a swarm of bees flapping their wings in the distance. Gradually, the sound grew louder and louder, as if countless giant beasts were roaring, making the air tremble.

The soldiers looked up blankly and saw countless aircraft cutting through the night sky, their silver-gray fuselages gleaming coldly in the darkness like dying crows.

Their tails drew out white streams of air, tearing through the night like swords.

And this was not the end. A faint point of light appeared in the distance, followed by a second, a third... Countless points of light twinkled in the darkness like stars, rapidly approaching.

They were rows of colossal steel behemoths, their massive tracks rumbling across the ground with a dull thud. Their hulls reflected a faint light, and their cannons were raised high, like the scythe of death, pointing directly at the city.

The black and red Kazdel flag, raised high, charged towards the city like an invincible beast!

"Enemy attack!!"

"They're here!! The Sarkaz are here!!"

"The Demon Lord!! It's the Demon Lord!!"

"We must organize a defensive line immediately!!"

These sentries, who had little combat experience, emitted a sharp, explosive sound.

Have these Sarkaz gone mad?

Did they not hear the music still playing in the tower?

The Letanians simply couldn't understand why the Sarkaz dared to continue their attack, knowing that the tower was already in place.

Aren't they worried that the combined attack of the towers would wipe them out?

Regardless of what these lunatics were thinking, they had already entered the city of Bruces.

"That... supreme..."

The Letanian leading the way on the warship trembled as he watched Brusses enveloped in immense energy. He turned back and began chanting, just as he was about to advise Shen Lin to be more careful during the march.

His gaze suddenly froze, for in the blink of an eye, the Sarkaz demon king had vanished.

A straight figure stepped onto the bustling street, the lingering stench of blood still present in the air.

With his clothes fluttering slightly, Shen Lin raised his head and gazed at the empty square in the distance.

A black crown appeared above his head.

"Leytania...Victoria".

"In this war, they chose to form an alliance and stand against us, as if it would be in their own interest."

“They’ve always been foolish and probably didn’t want to say it outright. But from now on, they’ll never have the chance to say it again.”

A domain began to spread outwards from him, and in an instant, the hidden tower in the distance seemed to be shrouded in an invisible veil, all sounds were quietly concealed, and all was silent.

Only the black and red flag stood out all the more in this silent realm.

"Army attack!"

"Target enemy lines, create an opening!!!"

Chapter 107 The Tower Collapses

The night was as dark as ink, and thick clouds obscured the moonlight. The tower of Bruces stood in the darkness like a lonely lighthouse, trying to dispel the surrounding darkness with its light.

However, the tower appears exceptionally fragile tonight, as if it could be swallowed up by the endless darkness at any moment.

The tower sorcerers of the inner city surrounded the tower, clutching their instruments and scanning the distance warily.

They knew that the Sarkaz army was steadily advancing towards the heart of the city.

However, they could not provide support to the front lines; their mission was to defend the tower!

"Everyone, keep a close patrol! Don't let any suspicious people in at this crucial moment!!"

"Those Sarkaz are nothing but paper tigers!"

"As long as we defend the tower, they can't do anything to us!"

The commander loudly rallied the tense sorcerers around him.

Suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps came from afar, as if it came from the depths of hell, carrying an indescribable sense of oppression.

The warlocks' hearts tightened, and their gazes involuntarily turned towards the direction from which the sound came.

In the darkness, a figure slowly emerged. His steps were steady and powerful, each step seeming to pound on the hearts of the soldiers, bringing an irresistible sense of oppression.

His figure appeared exceptionally tall in the night, his black robes fluttering in the wind, as if he were one with the darkness. Above his head, a black crown gleamed coldly in the faint moonlight, like the crown of death.

"That's... the Demon Lord!"

"He...he's here!"

A warlock gasped in a low voice, his voice filled with undisguised fear.

The man's steps did not falter despite the soldiers' tension; he continued to walk forward step by step.

His gaze was cold and profound, as if he could see into the soul of every sorcerer, leaving them nowhere to escape.

Their heartbeats quickened with Shen Lin's steps, as if each step was pounding on their hearts.

Their palms began to sweat, and the instruments they gripped became heavy.