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"The tower sorcerer formation was shattered in a single encounter!!"

His words were broken and intermittent, as if he were recalling some terrifying scene, and he couldn't help but shudder.

"Everyone in the city must be dead now!! All of them are dead!!"

"They...they are too strong...we can't stop them at all..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding noise immediately fell silent, and all the soldiers' eyes fell on him.

The commander frowned, silenced the laughter around him, and turned his gaze to the military policeman in front of him.

As the military policeman continued his halting explanation, the commander's furrowed brow gradually relaxed, and he raised his hand to interrupt the still-talkative officer.

"You mean those demons launched an attack while your tower was still under attack?"

"Yes, sir."

"And then you didn't activate the tower's ensemble immediately, allowing those guys to advance unimpeded?"

"Uh...that's right."

"Then those demons first killed one array of Golden Law Guards, and then beheaded another array of Tower Warlocks?"

"Yes... yes."

"Then, when you activated the power of the towers, you discovered that those demons had already captured your other towers, and you were unable to achieve resonance?"

"Yes...that's it."

"Did those demons' flying machines crash into and collapse His Excellency Albert's tower?"

"..."

Hearing the continuous splattering sounds of Victoria's reinforcements around him, the commander suddenly erupted.

Do you think I look like an idiot?

"The aircraft crashed into the tower, but why didn't it damage you (Laetania Yayan)?"

The soldier's face grew even paler, and he spoke urgently.

“No…no…I’m telling the truth…the Sarkaz…they really breached the tower…their power…we simply couldn’t withstand it…”

"enough!"

"I don't want to hear your nonsense anymore! Guards, lock him up. We'll interrogate him properly after we break through Bruces!"

The soldier was roughly dragged away by two soldiers, his face filled with despair and helplessness, as if he had already foreseen the fate of the Allied forces.

The soldiers around him were still laughing and joking.

"Hahaha! This guy is ridiculous, making up such an absurd story!"

"Once we get to Bruces, we'll teach those Sarkaz a lesson and show them what we're made of!"

"However, to be fair, those Sarkaz are really stupid."

"They actually dared to break in like this? Don't they know that Letania is easy to defend but difficult to attack?"

"As long as Albert can hold them off, we'll cut off their supply lines! They'll be eating dirt!"

"Haha, they must be out of their minds!"

"What invincible and unconquerable? They learned their lesson after just one encounter with us!"

The soldiers' laughter echoed in the night sky, filled with mockery and disdain for the Sarkaz.

In their eyes, the Sarkaz's attack was nothing more than a foolish act of self-destruction.

They had already received intelligence that the elite troops of those demons numbered only tens of thousands, while the troops they sent to support them this time numbered a full 150,000.

With 150,000 to tens of thousands, the advantage is mine!

And with their warships right in front of them, they couldn't even imagine how they could possibly lose!

However, just as they were chatting and laughing, an invisible sound wave spread out from the top of the tower.

The radiance emanating from the Originium Arts instantly illuminated the entire sky, heading straight for the Allied forces' camp.

The moment the music echoed, the shockwave ripped a huge circular hole through the clouds.

Moonlight poured down from the wound in the sky, but refracted into countless prisms in the distorted air, cutting the battlefield into fragments of light and shadow.

"what is that?!"

"My God! It's all lit up!"

"Could that be His Excellency Albert's magic?"

“I was wrong. I will never laugh at the Letanians’ flute magic again.”

All of Victoria's reinforcements stared wide-eyed at the astonishing scene.

As the soldiers of Letania were thrilled by the brilliance of their tower, their expressions of pride were instantly frozen on their faces.

Because the attack was aimed at them.

A massive amount of energy, carrying a destructive force, surged and spread from the top of the tower.

In an instant, the air seemed to be violently torn apart by an invisible giant hand, emitting a sharp explosion, as if the space itself could not withstand such terrifying power and was making a painful wail.

The allied forces were thrown into chaos instantly. Those sturdy, high-speed warships were as fragile as paper in the face of sonic waves. Thick armor was easily torn apart, and metal parts flew everywhere like popcorn.

This was not the end. Their remains, propelled by the shockwave, transformed into a torrent of metal, while the track plates and flames, amplified by the sonic boom, merged into a deadly storm that swept backward.

Their screams sounded so faint under the whistling sound waves that they were swallowed up in an instant.

As the tank disintegrated with a deafening roar, raging flames shot into the sky, turning the surroundings a fiery red, and thick smoke billowed up, obscuring a large part of the night sky.

The sound waves surged like a raging tide, spreading ever further into the distance. Wherever they passed, the earth seemed to be frantically clawed at by a giant claw, with bottomless ravines rapidly splitting open, and soil and rocks being lifted high into the air, flying everywhere.

The distant, continuous mountain ranges trembled violently under the impact of this force. Huge rocks rolled down from the mountaintops, carrying dust, and roared down like wild horses, smashing large craters into the hillsides and raising clouds of dust that blotted out the sky.

"Divine punishment! This is divine punishment!!"

"Run! We're doomed!!"

"The end of the world has come!!"

"Has the Witch King betrayed us? Why is he attacking us?"

The allied commander stood frozen on his tank, his eyes wide, his face filled with terror and disbelief. He opened his mouth, wanting to issue orders to organize resistance, but his throat seemed to be tightly choked, and he couldn't utter a sound.

Watching helplessly as his meticulously prepared and proud army crumbled like bubbles in a mere instant, the despair in his heart surged like a tidal wave, completely engulfing him.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

The commander shouted at the top of his lungs, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the sound waves.

At the top of the tower, Shen Lin's performance continued.

His fingers danced across the keys, as if composing a symphony of death. Theresa stood beside him, her eyes filled with shock.

"Shen Lin, is this...is this also part of your plan?"

she asked in a low voice.

Shen Lin's lips curled up slightly, as if he was enjoying the immersive experience brought by this "performance".

"When those Imperials were against us, they always arrogantly thought that this battle would be different, and the next battle would be different."

"From this moment forward, we will answer them with unwavering determination: every time, it will be the same!"

"This piece reminds us to avoid arrogance and impetuosity."

Chapter 109 Attack! Continue the attack!

News of Kazdel's capture of Bruces and the annihilation of 150,000 Letanian and Victorian reinforcements swept across the entire Terra like a whirlwind.

Whether in bustling cities or remote villages, people are talking about this earth-shattering victory.

The Sarkaz name resounded once again, and this time, their victory was not only a deterrent to the enemy, but also an inspiration to all the oppressed.

Rembiton, the camp of the Carter's miners

As night fell, the miners' camp in Rembito remained brightly lit. The Carter miners sat around the campfire, holding simple flasks of liquor, their faces beaming with long-lost smiles.

"Have you heard? The Sarkaz have captured Bruces and wiped out 150,000 reinforcements from Victoria and Letania!"

A young Caterpillar miner waved his newspaper excitedly, his voice filled with enthusiasm.

"Really? Those Victorian noblemen finally got their comeuppance!"

Another miner laughed loudly and slapped the table, spilling the liquor from the jug all over the floor.

"Hahaha, serves them right! Those disgusting guys are always messing with us, now someone's finally going to teach them a lesson!"

Laughter from the Carter's miners rose and fell around the campfire.

“The Sarkaz…they are truly different.”

An older Carter's miner spoke in a low voice, a complex light flickering in his eyes.

"I heard that they not only broke the oppression of those Imperials, but also established a new order in Kazdel, where both the Infected and civilians are treated fairly."

"Yes, if only we could be like them..."

The young miner clenched his fists, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"Perhaps...we can change things too."

"If the Sarkaz can do it, why can't we?"

Around the campfire, the laughter of the Carter's miners gradually turned into hushed discussions.

The Sarkaz victory was not just a victory in war, but also an inspiration to all the oppressed.

Bolívar, a stronghold of the rebels

In the wilderness of Bolívar, a youth resistance group is hiding in an abandoned factory.

Their faces were covered in dust, but their eyes were filled with unwavering determination. This resistance group consisted of a group of young infected individuals, and their goal was to overthrow the puppet government of the Bolivarian Empire and establish a just new order.

"Brothers! Good news!"

"The Sarkaz have captured Bruces and wiped out 150,000 reinforcements from Victoria and Letania!"

A rebel member stormed into the factory, waving a tattered newspaper in his hand.

"What? Really?"

The rebel leader—a young Filin youth—suddenly stood up, a glint of excitement in his eyes.

"Absolutely true! Victoria's army was utterly defeated by the Sarkaz!"

"The Sarkaz used an unprecedented force to completely destroy their defenses!"

The rebel members cheered, their faces displaying a mix of shock, joy, and disbelief.

"I heard that's a coalition force of 150,000 fully armed men!"

"This size is probably big enough to crush us several times over!"

"Those Sarkaz...are they all behemoths?!"

"Luckily, we haven't offended them."

"Those Imperials are too busy to bother with us right now!!"

"Our chance to take back our country is just around the corner!"

The young man from the Felin tribe murmured softly, a complex light flickering in his eyes.

He had heard the story of the Sarkaz and knew how they had transformed from the oppressed into one of the most powerful forces on Terra.

Now, they will slowly follow in the footsteps of their pioneers.

"Fellow countrymen, the shadow of the empire still looms over Bolívar!"

"But the Sarkaz victory tells us that nothing is impossible as long as we are united!"

Our ancestors taught us a lesson.

"Slaves who dare not resist, their fate is not worthy of sympathy!"

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! We can do what they did, overthrow those puppet governments of the Empire, and establish a new order that belongs to us! I believe we can do it!!"