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"They've already breached our rear!!"

"impossible!"

"Say that again? Where did the Sarkaz come from?"

Frederick III grabbed the communications officer by the collar, his parchment-like face twitching violently.

"The city of Olivia in the south..."

"At least five armored divisions, and..."

The communications officer's teeth chattered as he stared at Friedrich's murderous gaze.

"fart!"

The Elector threw him aside.

"Those barbarians were eating mud in Kadenlania just three days ago! How did they manage to fly over the Ironridge Mountains? Huh?"

"There is simply no path for a large army to pass through! Even a lightly armed force could not possibly cross the mountains in just a few days!"

"Two cities! Two whole cities!! Gone without even a distress signal?! Were all those city guards incompetent?!"

Friedrich didn't understand; he just couldn't figure it out.

How did that massive Sarkaz army manage to cross those endless mountain ranges in such a short time? Just a few days ago they were launching a frontal assault on Kadenrania!

Surely the attacks on Kadenlania aren't all just illusions?

Seemingly remembering something, he quickly grabbed the communicator next to him and switched it to the coalition's frequency.

"...The Victoria Fleet...completely annihilated...the floating fortress...Kazdel..."

Hearing the intermittent sounds coming from inside, Friedrich's expression froze.

"Repeat! What happened to the Victoria Fleet?!"

The noise intensified, eventually culminating in a desperate wail.

"We've fallen for their trap... Kazdel... isn't an empty city at all..."

Communications ceased abruptly.

The command center was deathly silent.

Friedrich's fingertips trembled slightly, but he quickly forced himself to calm down.

"An illusion... it must be a Sarkaz interference spell!"

He turned abruptly and roared at his adjutant.

"Contact the Iron Duke immediately! I need to confirm this myself—"

Before he finished speaking, the entire tower suddenly trembled violently.

The gold-rimmed French windows shattered with a deafening roar, and a blinding red light engulfed half the sky—a scene of the Oschdenheim district's outer defenses crumbling.

“Enemy attack—!!!”

"A black and red flag!!"

"It's the Demon Lord's army!! They're here!!"

"They're behind us!!"

The piercing alarm blared through the sky.

Friedrich rushed up the city wall, his pupils suddenly contracting.

On the distant horizon, a huge shadow slowly rose.

"Then...what is that?!"

An officer pointed to the sky, his voice distorted with fear.

Everyone looked up, and then—

Their blood had congealed.

A massive, breathtaking airship hovers silently beneath the clouds.

On the jet-black hull, the Sarkaz's crimson markings resembled flowing blood.

……

Theresa's fingertips trembled slightly as she touched the intricate metallic patterns inside the airship.

The cold touch felt so real, yet it still made her feel a little dazed.

"Is this really...our Kazdel?"

She asked herself softly in her heart.

Images from my memory flooded back—the country struggling to survive amidst the ruins, the dilapidated tent city, and the dangerous scene of children playing beside exposed Originium clusters.

She remembered how many times she had signed documents in leaky tents, the candlelight flickering in the wind, the ink blurred by the rain.

And now...

Her gaze swept over the advanced operating interface that shimmered with a deep blue light, and then over the control panel of the precision equipment.

The Kazdel logo is clearly printed on these machines, and the meshing of every gear heralds the arrival of a new era.

She had thought that Shen Lin would lead them to fight their way out—although it would be time-consuming and labor-intensive to break through the defenses head-on with their current strength, they could still do it as long as they were willing to pay some price.

But no one expected that the Sarkaz army would leave only a portion of Ducarre's troops as a feint attack.

The Blood Demon's advantage is that it can possess a large number of creations; what appears to be a powerful offensive by others is actually just a bunch of inferior artifacts.

They first took a long detour back to Kazdel, where they used airships to defeat the coalition forces that were trying to steal chickens and dogs.

Then the entire army boarded airships, crossed the continuous mountain range, and swept through the two cities of Letania with lightning speed.

As the literal meaning suggests, the journey was smooth and unobstructed.

Because Letania and Victoria had allied forces, the road Letania had opened for Victoria's reinforcements was now being used to their advantage.

So they marched triumphantly towards Letania's last line of defense.

"Five years ago... we didn't even have a single intact land-based warship..."

She murmured unconsciously.

The Sarkaz warriors of that time wore patchwork armor and used cobbled-together weapons.

Now, they control Terra's most advanced war machines, looking down upon all living beings from the clouds.

Theresa knew that this was not only a geographical elevation, but also a symbol of a nation's resurgence.

Those days of struggling in the mud, those dreams that were ridiculed, have now transformed into steel wings soaring through the sky.

Theresa turned around and found that her eyes were getting hot.

Looking at the man who turned her fantasies into reality, she suddenly realized what true magic really was.

"what happened?"

Noticing Theresa's gaze, Shen Lin turned around.

"I just..."

"I suddenly remembered that leaky command post."

Her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

Upon hearing this, Shen Lin was about to say something when a notification sound came, and he simply smiled slightly.

"Let's save our sentimental remarks for after we've achieved complete victory."

"Now, we have arrived."

You should know that while this big machine is awesome to use, it consumes resources measured in minutes!

It must be resolved quickly!

Ignoring the group of dumbfounded soldiers below, Shen Lin turned his attention to the [Graffiti Art] panel.

One, two, three... Good heavens, apart from the Witch King, all the remaining Electors have gathered here.

If we just take care of all these guys, that negative buff should be removed, right?

Good, good, the urge to kill is rising!

The initial confusion about taking a longer route vanished instantly, and Shen Lin smiled broadly.

"I've prepared three ropes!"

"The first one is for those who bully others by relying on their power; hang it on the city wall for all to see!!"

"The second one is for those who scheme and plot, branded on iron pillars to reflect their sins!!"

"The third one is for the disloyal and unjust: throw them into the furnace and into the gates of hell!!"

Chapter 114 When the Tower Collapsed

The sky above the Oschdenheim Line, which had been tinged with dark red by the setting sun, was now completely swallowed up.

shadow--

A huge, silent, overwhelming shadow slowly descended like the hand of death.

The airship skimmed low over the defense line, its massive hull obscuring the entire sky, gleaming with a blood-red sheen in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Friedrich's throat was so dry that he could not utter a complete sound, and his legs trembled uncontrollably, as if the city walls beneath his feet were collapsing—no, it was not an illusion.

The airship's engine roared, whipping up a gale. Bricks and stones from the tower crumbled and fell, scattering debris at his feet, but he didn't even have the strength to dodge.

Where the shadows fell, the movements of the Allied soldiers froze.

The Lytanian sorcerer tilted his head back, the instrument slipping from his fingers, the golden runes disintegrating into specks of light before they could even take shape.

Victoria's gunners stood frozen in place.

Fear spread like a plague, everyone's gaze was fixed on that enormous creature, and even breathing became difficult.

"How...how can it be so big..."

A young military policeman murmured, his voice trembling with tears.

Three days ago, they were mocking the Sarkaz for not being able to break through the defenses unless they grew wings.

And now, this steel behemoth is crushing their arrogance in the most brutal way.

This is not war at all.

This is crushing defeat, humiliation, a dimensional reduction attack by a higher civilization on a frog in a well.

"Fire! Fire!"

Friedrich suddenly roared hysterically, his nails digging deep into his palms.

The sky is burning.

Victoria's anti-aircraft fire poured down like a torrential downpour, and dense barrages exploded around the floating fortress, tearing the clouds to shreds with their explosive flashes.

The sorcerers of Letania chanted the golden melody, and ripples spread across the sky through resonance.

The Silver Spear Pegasus Knights of Kazimierz transformed into a silver torrent, their spears pointing straight to the heavens, Originium Arts coalescing into dazzling arcs of light at the spear tips—

Three forces erupted at the same moment.

The earth shook.

However, the floating fortress simply hovered there silently, with dark red patterns flowing across its armor surface like blood surging in veins.

It did not dodge, it did not back down, and it did not even waver in the slightest.

Why bother with the struggles of ants?

"Fire! Keep firing!"

"Its shield cannot last indefinitely!"

The Victoria gunners gritted their teeth, loading, aiming, and firing, mechanically repeating the same actions.

Blood trickled from the corners of the mouths of the Golden Law Guardians of Letania, and their staffs shattered from the overload.