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An invisible pressure permeated the air, making even breathing difficult.

"A tower sorcerer...?"

“I have seen you invade our Kazdel borders and I have seen you leave laden with spoils.”

"The war you brought to Kazdel must have been very light for you, but the price we paid for it was extremely heavy."

“In the past, we had an iron will, and now, I hope you will have an iron will too.”

The man's nonchalant words were like a death knell tolling in hell for them.

"That guy is a banshee!! Don't listen to his seductive lies!!"

"Start the ensemble! Quickly!"

"We also have a numerical advantage!"

"As long as we go all out and combine the power of the tuning nodes, we can defeat him!"

The commander on the side reacted instantly. He roared and raised the instrument in his hand, and the surrounding sorcerers were jolted awake.

They gritted their teeth and forced themselves to shake off their inner fears.

If they fell into the hands of those Sarkaz, they would surely suffer a fate worse than death!

In an instant, the tuning nodes of the city of Brussels roared, instantly resonating with their performance, and a torrent of melodies poured down like meteors.

Keng——

Shen Lin raised his hand and made a grasping motion. All the materialized energy that attacked him froze in mid-air before shattering into countless crystalline fragments.

The debris fell like snowflakes, but vanished the moment it touched the ground.

But this is far from the end!

A golden ring appeared deep within his pupils, and with the enhancement of [Martyr's Resonance], he felt that his strength had reached a completely new level.

The moment he raised his hand, space seemed to be torn apart, and a black crack appeared out of thin air. All energy collapsed into a black dot the size of a pinhead when it came into contact with this black crack.

laugh.

In a whisper as faint as a mosquito's buzz, the torrent of music was swallowed by the black dots. Bruces fell silent for a moment, then all the black dots erupted simultaneously.

At that moment, it was as if someone had reached out and extinguished the flame of civilization.

That wasn't an explosion, it was a "denial"!

The warlocks, who were the first to be affected, had their bodies instantly pulled and twisted by this force, as if they had been drawn into an endless vortex.

Their screams were swallowed up in an instant, leaving only blurry afterimages before vanishing into nothingness.

Space distorted around the point of collapse, and everything tangible and intangible—music, thought, flesh, will—was erased into nothingness.

If the source of chaos in the real world is the power of "being," then this power that originated from the beginning of annihilation in the warp is the power of "nothingness."

The tower began to crumble from its base, not collapsing, but rather disappearing layer by layer into the air, like a pencil drawing being erased.

The commander atop the tower remained in the gesture of waving the flag, as he and half of the city wall silently vanished, leaving only the smooth, mirror-like cut at the edge.

A Leitanian military policeman who had just arrived happened to witness this scene and immediately collapsed into the rubble.

He found that the faces and images of those sorcerers were fading from his mind, and he could no longer remember what had just happened.

Even the Witch King's immense power could not instill such fear in her.

This power has exceeded the limits of what a person can comprehend.

"monster……"

"A real monster..."

……

Albert was sound asleep when he was suddenly awakened by a commotion. He sat up abruptly, hearing hurried footsteps and frantic shouts.

Before he could fully regain his senses, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a nobleman rushed in, panting heavily, his face pale and his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"Sir! It's not good!"

"The Sarkaz... the Sarkaz have invaded!"

"We have lost contact with some of the garrison troops guarding the tower!"

The nobleman's voice trembled, barely able to control his emotions.

Albert's heart sank. He jumped out of bed and, without even changing into his formal attire, hurried to the window.

He pushed open the window, and a blast of cold wind hit him, while a series of loud roars instantly woke him up.

In the night sky, the black and red Kazdel banner fluttered in the wind, like a demon opening its bloody maw and rushing towards the city of Bruces.

Countless points of light flickered in the city; it was the Sarkaz army rapidly advancing towards them.

Flames, flames are spreading throughout the city.

what?

Albert's head was buzzing. The reason he went to sleep so easily was because the tower was still in operation, and he didn't think the Sarkaz would dare to come up.

However, he did not expect that the Sarkaz in the tower would actually attack.

Aren't they afraid of dying?

After a brief period of confusion, he was overjoyed.

Because this time, we might be able to wipe out that group of arrogant fools!

With the Witch King on the verge of death, if he can achieve great military exploits now, it's not impossible for him to ascend to the throne in the next election!

"Well done! Well done!!"

"Don't activate the tower for now. Wait until they're blinded by victory and rush into our city, and we'll be able to annihilate these madmen!"

"The entire city is on high alert!"

"Notify all soldiers to prepare for battle!"

"I will live and die with Bruces!!"

……

The shadow of an air raid swept in from the horizon, and bomb-dropping aircraft, like an ominous flock of crows, continuously poured out Originium explosives.

That fragile defensive line, already lacking the protection of trenches and the support of air-raid shelters, crumbled in an instant under such overwhelming bombardment, like a candle flickering in the wind, utterly vulnerable.

In the blink of an eye, a torrent of tanks arrived, and the narrow streets and alleys instantly turned into a battlefield of steel.

Taking into account the enemy's tower attack methods, Shen Lin did not send a large number of ground troops for this march, but instead mainly advanced in two lines using tanks and aircraft.

And now, the results are remarkable!

These steel torrents swept across the battlefield, each advance shaking the earth, transforming themselves into invincible war gods.

The spells cast by the Leitanian soldiers with all their might slammed into these chariots, which had undergone several iterations, but they didn't even leave a mark on their armor.

"Why hasn't our tower been started yet?!"

"Stop them! You must stop them!"

One of the commanders roared hoarsely, his face full of resentment and determination, but all that answered him was the increasingly chaotic and jarring music.

In the midst of the chaos and under immense pressure, their ensemble went off-key.

The defensive line formed by ordinary Letanian soldiers could not stop the Sarkaz army in the slightest, and they advanced unimpeded. In just half an hour, they had already covered half the distance.

The black and red flags, like surging waves of blood, billowed wildly across the smoke-filled battlefield. Wherever they went, the resistance of the Leitanian soldiers was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and was mercilessly crushed.

In terms of defense and combat strength alone, Letania is far inferior to Laterano. At least the opponent's firepower suppression and teamwork are no joke!

The Leitania side is relatively weak, their defenses rely heavily on spell barriers, and once those barriers are destroyed, it's time to capture their pets.

Niecilei and Ducarei have also joined the battle, their only target being the high tower route that Shen Lin marked for them.

At this moment, Niecilei, who had spent a lot of effort destroying a tall tower and all the troops stationed inside, carefully studied the map that Shen Lin had sent him, and scratched his head.

"This map marks the tower, but why does it require circling so many attractions?"

"Never mind, His Highness must have his own reasons."

……

The Sarkaz army's tanks continued to roar, their tracks relentlessly crushing their lines with a chilling creak, each step seeming to proclaim the change of ownership of this land.

The sorcerers of Letania were still putting up a stubborn resistance, huddled together, their hands waving as they tried to weave a magical barrier.

However, the Originium bombs launched by the Sarkaz tanks landed precisely on the barrier, instantly annihilating their efforts.

Screams rose and fell as the bodies of Letanian sorcerers twisted and collapsed from the impact of the explosion, their blood spreading rapidly across the street and staining the ancient stone slabs red.

"Run!"

"devil!!"

"Gaul! It's like Gaul has been reincarnated!!"

"Impossible!! This is impossible!!"

"How could they be so strong?!"

The soldiers screamed in terror, as if they were recalling the fear of being bombarded by Gallic cannons, and could barely hold their instruments.

hum-

The night sky over Bruces was torn apart.

At the top of the tower, the runes suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, as if a star had ignited at the top of the tower.

The soldiers' hearts leaped with renewed hope, as if they had glimpsed a ray of hope amidst despair. They gripped their weapons tightly, their gazes hardening once more.

"The tower! The tower has been activated!"

"We are saved!"

"That's right! The tower's sonic magic is enough to repel any enemy!"

The light was initially just a faint point, but in an instant it expanded into a pillar of light that reached the heavens and the earth, shooting straight into the sky.

Countless golden musical notes flowed within the pillar of light, leaping and swirling in the air, weaving together as if they were alive into a vast network of musical notes that covered the entire sky.

hum-

The music from the tower reached its peak at that moment, with the intensity of the sound waves instantly reaching its maximum.

A powerful energy fluctuation permeated the air, as if the entire city was shrouded in an invisible sound barrier.

The music was no longer a simple melody, but a divine power, spreading in all directions with the might to destroy everything.

"Those demon bastards are doomed soon!!"

All the Leitanian soldiers shouted excitedly at the sight, their voices filled with undisguised joy.

However, as this energy spread, the scene of the Sarkaz collapsing that Albert had imagined did not occur. It did not resonate with the other towers, like a lonely performer.

"what happened?!"

"Why...why aren't the other towers responding?!"

"My lord! We...we've been cut off from our connections with the other towers!"

A nobleman stumbled into the command room, his face as pale as paper and his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"Could it be that they discovered our tower?"

"Damn it!! There must be a mole who betrayed us!!"

Albert was furious, but he didn't have time to investigate further; the thought of retreating had already taken root in his mind.

"Sir, what should we do now?"

The nobleman, pale-faced and trembling, asked.

"Prepare to retreat!"

Albert made a quick decision.

The nobleman was dumbfounded. He remembered that someone had just shouted that they would annihilate the Sarkaz and that they would live and die with the city.

"But you just now..."