Save the simulator and make Sarkaz great again!

Albert glared at the nobleman, instantly silencing him.

Why was he able to make such bold statements before? Wasn't it because the tower gave him confidence?

Now that the tower has lost its resonance, its effectiveness has been greatly reduced, and it's uncertain whether it can even stop those Sarkaz.

Since the Sarkaz chariots are moving too fast to get here anytime soon, why don't you leave now and wait to be hung up at the city gate by those Sarkaz?

Moreover, even if Albert lost his territory, his resources were far beyond those of marquises and earls; he had invested in businesses in Victoria and Columbia.

When he goes there, he'll be able to live a comfortable life as a local tycoon!

As for sharing life and death with the nation?

Just kidding, there are countless roads, but safety comes first!

Others die for their country because they have no other choice, but Albert is not that despondent.

However, just as Albert was gathering the nobles to collect their property, the Sarkaz army in the distance suddenly changed.

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

“Those are… Sarkaz aircraft! They’re flying towards the tower!”

"Don't worry! The explosives from those aircraft aren't very accurate; they won't cause much damage to the tower..."

Before one of the soldiers could finish speaking, his eyes widened!

"What...what are they trying to do?!"

The aircraft's tail fins trailed white plumes of air, tearing through the night like sharp swords. Their target was clear: the top of the tower.

The roar in his ears grew louder and louder, and Albert rushed to the lookout tower to see what was happening.

His pupils contracted sharply, his face filled with disbelief, as a flying machine loomed larger and larger in his field of vision—the strong wind whipped his pink pajamas around.

boom--

The first aircraft crashed into the base of the tower, and the huge explosion shook the entire city.

The tower shattered under the impact of the explosion, and rubble and debris rained down.

Immediately afterwards, a second, a third... countless aircraft crashed into various parts of the tower.

Each aircraft was loaded with explosives, like falling meteors, carrying a destructive intent, crashing violently into the tower.

Each impact was accompanied by a massive explosion, and the base of the tower gradually collapsed under the impact of the explosions, causing the tower to begin to tilt.

The base of the tower collapsed under the impact of the explosion, and rubble and debris fell like rain.

The soldiers' cheers abruptly ceased, replaced by an indescribable fear.

"The tower...the tower has collapsed!"

Chapter 108 This song reminds us to guard against arrogance and impetuosity.

The tower just collapsed like that?

Albert crawled out of the ruins of the tower, his body trembling slightly.

it's over...

Everything is over...

Who would have thought that simply launching an attack on these demons as he always had would attract such a hostile force?

Were their previous weakness all an act?!

If he were given another chance, he would definitely run far away when the war started, abandoning all his possessions and everything else...

As he watched the flames spread to his mansion and the roar of chariots was almost upon him, despair instantly filled his heart.

After a period of prolonged existence, the end will eventually come.

A group of Sarkaz jumped off the chariot, and Albert felt a sudden lightness as he was lifted up by the back of the neck by a tall Goliath.

The Sarkaz looked him up and down, then burst into laughter!

"A big fish! A big fish!!"

"Quickly flip them over and see if there are any still breathing. Grab them all!!"

"Don't rush to finish them off, these guys. It's fortunate that Lord Ducarre is still here; these are all military merits!"

……

Within the system's space, the small ball of light was jumping excitedly, its surrounding light flickering erratically.

It was immersed in the romantic scene it had meticulously designed for its host.

Wow! They're already on the tower? This time, the host's operation went incredibly smoothly!

[Speaking of which, the host's current situation seems a bit strange... There are so many red dots around.]

Why does it look like he's in a fight? Or am I seeing things?

The little ball of light shook itself in confusion, but it quickly shook its head, rejecting its own idea.

[Impossible! The host was clearly on a date with Theresa, how could they be fighting? I must be overthinking it!]

[The host and Theresa stand atop the tower, overlooking the entire city—this is absolutely the perfect date spot!]

[The tower of Letania stands tall, bathed in moonlight; the blush on the young girl's face speaks volumes!]

The little ball of light muttered to itself as it circled around the system space a few times, as if it were proud of its masterpiece.

However, it looked at the location shown on the map and shook its head in confusion.

[Speaking of which, this tower doesn't seem to be for sightseeing. How did the hosts get up there?]

Is there a problem with my database?

Never mind! It's not important!

[However, since the host has gone up, there must be no problem. It's probably because my database version is too low; it hasn't been updated in years.]

[Host, we've reached a crucial moment. Now's the time to strike while the iron is hot!]

[I was so clever! Knowing they would get involved here, I specially chose a classic piano piece for the host—a beautiful melody, rich in emotion, and most importantly, capable of evoking a resonance within the tower.]

Imagine this: atop a towering skyscraper, the host sits elegantly at a piano, long, slender fingers gently tracing the keys, a melodious tune drifting on the night breeze across the city.

Theresa stood beside him, moonlight illuminating her slightly flushed cheeks. Her eyes sparkled with adoration and admiration, as if the entire world had shrunk to just the two of them.

[Then suddenly, the tower resonated, and to the girl's amazed gaze, the host gently took her hand, and all the people of Letania offered their blessings to the couple!]

Wow! This scene is absolutely beautiful!

The little ball of light excitedly wiggled around in the system space several times, as if it could already see Theresa's favorability rating soaring.

In its imagination, Shen Lin was playing the piano elegantly, and Theresa was deeply attracted by his talent, and their relationship quickly warmed up.

This is absolutely a textbook date! You have to get her! You have to get her!!

As the little ball of light searched for the reward it had prepared, it suddenly paused slightly.

[But why has the host suddenly become so proactive? He's never been this romantic before! Is it because Theresa is just too charming?]

……

The night sky over Bruces was dyed red by fire, and the collapse of the tower seemed to foreshadow the end of an era.

The Sarkaz army surged into the city like a tidal wave, and the Letanian soldiers scattered in despair. Their once-proud sonic magic proved so fragile in the face of the steel onslaught.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Shen Lin and Theresa stood atop a tower that had not yet been affected by the war.

Not all of Letania's towers were destroyed; some towers were simply isolated from the resonance between them and other towers by Shen Lin's banshee witchcraft.

Inside the tower, all kinds of musical instruments were readily available: gilded harps, jewel-encrusted flutes, bronze drums engraved with intricate runes...

These musical instruments are not only the carriers of music, but also the core of musical magic. Each instrument here can be called a fine magic staff.

It was as if Teresa was seeing such extravagant decorations for the first time. She covered her lips slightly and touched everything like a curious child.

Shen Lin stood in the center of the tower, his gaze sweeping over the exquisite musical instruments, and gently shook his head.

He had assumed the tower was a large-scale witchcraft altar, so he deliberately preserved several of them in case of emergency.

However, it now appears that the interiors of these towers have undergone sophisticated processing, making it virtually impossible to harness their power through ordinary means.

Just like Wi-Fi connections require a password, they must rely on a specific melody to efficiently mobilize their energy.

"Should these be demolished, or preserved for future use as tourist attractions?"

"Although much of this place has been burned, there are still many areas that could be used as tourist attractions, and developing tourism doesn't present as much of a contradiction as developing other economic sectors..."

Just as Shen Lin was considering how to deal with these towers, a crisp notification sound rang in his mind.

[Ding—The system has detected that you are in a special scenario. A classic piano piece has been automatically matched for you. Please give full play to your charm!]

A piano piece?

Shen Lin was slightly taken aback. What did he want this for?

After he finished reading the entire score, which was quite different from the usual one, he couldn't help but gasp.

Hiss

This is... WiFi Master Key?

Just as Shen Lin was about to study it in detail, a sudden exclamation interrupted his thoughts. Theresa was staring into the distance with a solemn expression.

At this moment, their gazes pierced through the smoke of battle, looking into the distance—where the allied forces from Victoria and other regions were rapidly approaching.

"Shen Lin, their reinforcements arrived faster than we expected."

"Fortunately, we had already taken complete control of the city before they arrived, otherwise... we would have been caught in a pincer movement."

"But even so, the situation is not very optimistic. We no longer have time to build a defensive line."

There was a hint of worry in Theresa's voice.

In that instant, Shen Lin immediately understood the system's intention.

He didn't immediately respond to Theresa's words; his gaze fell on the lavishly decorated piano in the center of the hall.

He stepped forward slowly, and with a slight touch of his fingertips, a wonderful sense of resonance instantly filled the entire room.

Under Theresa's dazed gaze, the man revealed a smile.

"I think I should play a piece to properly welcome them."

……

Meanwhile, the allied forces were rapidly approaching from afar. Their commander stood atop a high-speed warship, his gaze fixed coldly on the direction of Bruces.

Thanks to the large retinue Ducaré had left behind along their journey, their pace had been slowed for quite some time.

The Blood Demon's Originium Arts are particularly bizarre, and even the Allied Forces have to treat them with caution.

After all, no one knew whether the Great Khan would suddenly emerge from among the corpses of his retinue.

Before the Allied forces even reached the city of Bruces, their scouts found a disheveled soldier in the wilderness.

He was ragged, covered in dust, and had a vacant look in his eyes, as if he had just escaped from hell. The scouts brought him before their commander.

"Report! We've spotted a Letanian soldier ahead; he appears to have escaped from Bruces!"

The scout reported loudly, his tone tinged with disdain.

The commander frowned and coldly swept his gaze over the soldier.

The soldier lowered his head, his body trembling slightly, his lips quivering, as if he wanted to say something but dared not speak.

"Keep your head up!"

"Which unit are you from? Why are you here?"

The commander shouted sternly.

The soldier slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

His face was covered in grime, and there was still blood on his forehead, clearly indicating that he had been in a fierce battle.

"Devils! They are all devils..."

"They...they have breached the city..."