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"Take them away. His Majesty the Demon King will deal with them personally."

……

"No...impossible..."

Friedrich struggled to his feet from the rubble, his ears ringing and his vision blurred by the impact.

Even so, he could see clearly that the torrent of steel was crushing everything in its path.

He roared, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

"Form ranks! Form ranks now!"

But where can we still set up formations?

The sorcerers of Letania were almost wiped out, the cannons of Victoria were reduced to scrap metal, and the knights of Kazimierz were reduced to ashes along with their horses.

The surviving Allied soldiers were like headless flies; some knelt down to pray, some dropped their weapons and ran wildly, and others stood still, watching their deaths approach.

Sarkaz's armored forces did not pause for a moment.

The lead tanks rolled over the ruins, dragging fleeing soldiers under their tracks. A barrage of artillery fire followed, and the remaining fortifications crumbled like paper.

The second echelon of infantry followed closely behind, their black armor covered in soot, their scarlet eyes gleaming beneath their visors.

They advanced in silence, like an army under the command of death, leaving nothing but desolation in their wake.

"Stop them! Stop them—"

A Victorian officer tried to organize the remaining troops to fight back, but his voice was cut off.

A long sword pierced through his chest. The Sarkaz warrior, expressionless, withdrew his weapon and let the corpse fall.

"Leave no one behind."

The command was executed concisely.

In one corner of the battlefield, the surviving Letanian sorcerers attempted to construct a final barrier, but just as the golden runes lit up, they were struck directly by a cannonball.

Amidst the flames of the explosion, blood, flesh, and rubble flew everywhere.

Friedrich stared blankly at all of this.

His defenses, his pride, everything... crumbled in just a few minutes.

"Why……"

He muttered to himself, at this moment he was powerless to resist.

As the war spread, he was soon taken away by the attacking Sarkaz forces.

……

The battlefield gradually fell silent.

The Sarkaz army began to clean up the mess, and black flags were planted all over the ruins of Oshdenheim.

The floating fortress slowly descended, casting a shadow over the blood-soaked land.

All the electors were arrested and lined up in the square.

Their gazes unconsciously swept across the battlefield, finally settling on the enormous creature that had landed not far away—

There, Shen Lin was stepping out of the hatch of the floating fortress, his black cloak fluttering in the gale.

His steps were unhurried, as if he were not heading to the battlefield, but rather inspecting his own territory.

Their gazes collided across the distance.

The pupils of the electors suddenly contracted.

He was laughing—

That demon leader... is laughing.

At this moment, they felt only humiliation. They didn't hate themselves for provoking the Sarkaz in the first place; they only hated themselves for not winning the war.

But... there are exceptions among them.

Suddenly, the duchess stumbled toward Shen Lin from the crowd. Her steps were unsteady, like a flower about to wither, and her beautiful eyes were endearing.

Her voice trembled just the right amount, and she tilted her head back, her neck forming a graceful arc.

"Your Majesty the Demon King..."

"I am willing to submit to you unconditionally... I will agree to any condition you set for me."

The last few words were uttered in breathy sounds, like feathers brushing past.

Her fingertips had somehow climbed up to Shen Lin's chest, her nails painted with henna, revealing a hint of provocation.

The air suddenly solidified.

At this moment, many electors turned pale, cursing inwardly.

This guy has quite a few male lovers, and he's still so shameless at his age!

Before Shen Lin could speak, a beautiful figure flashed by.

The duchess's body was flung out like a kite with a broken string.

Theresa's figure had already blocked Shen Lin's way, and at this moment, her jewel-like eyes revealed a hint of coldness.

"Who gave you permission to approach him!"

The duchess's eyelashes trembled, but she revealed an even more radiant smile.

"This must be Your Majesty's attendant? He's certainly impatient."

"Anyone who didn't know better would think you were the Demon King."

"you--"

Black and red energy surged around Theresa.

Shen Lin, who was standing to the side, suddenly chuckled.

The duchess's gaze froze, for she could not detect even the slightest wavering in the man's eyes.

He gently reached out and placed his hand on Theresa's shoulder, smiling slightly at her surprised gaze.

"Do as I say."

"Three ropes... surely one of them will suit them."

Chapter 115 Just Run Them Over

Northern Region of Letania

The intelligence scroll in Ilov Petrovich's hand fell to the ground with a thud.

His face was ashen, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he could not believe the information before him.

His voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded.

"The Oschdenheim Line...has been breached?"

"That Leitanian defensive line didn't even last a week?!"

The command room was deathly silent. The staff officers kept their heads down, none daring to speak.

Just three days ago, they were mocking the Letanians for their weakness in hiding in their tortoise shells, but even so, they had to marvel at how sturdy those shells were.

Even if they personally attacked the city, they would have to use the forces of two army groups, and they could only adopt the strategy of besieging but not occupying it.

They originally thought that the Sarkaz's main force was short of manpower and could not launch an offensive like their army group. They believed that their offensive would be held up by that defensive line for at least a month.

Ursus, on the other hand, can take advantage of this time to calmly annex the northern territories of Letania, and even move further south to reap the benefits.

But now——

"The Sarkaz have swept through the entire Letania; only the region where that last gentleman resides remains!"

"Leytania's main force was wiped out, and the Electors... were all executed."

The adjutant carefully observed Ilov's gaze as he gave his report.

He hadn't expected Letania to be so vulnerable.

A terrible thought suddenly struck him: what if Ursus had been the one to send troops, what if they had been the ones to launch the attack on Oshdenheim...

The staff officers watched as the general's face grew increasingly grim, and none of them dared to utter a sound. Suddenly, Ilov slammed his fist on the table, the solid wood conference table cracking from the force of the blow.

Ilov slammed his fist on the table, sending splinters flying.

"Damn it! Damn it!!"

"We should have realized this sooner... Because of our hesitation, our gains were stolen by those Sarkaz..."

He roared,

No one could answer him.

Logically speaking, even the most elite army would be exhausted and run out of supplies after breaking through several lines of defense in such a short period of time.

The Sarkaz, however, seemed to need no rest at all, sweeping through everything in their path, and even... growing stronger with each battle!

"General, what should we do now?"

"According to the original plan, we should have made our move when Letania and Sarkaz were both weakened, but now..."

A staff officer asked cautiously,

Ilov took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He knew that the situation was completely out of their control.

If they continue forward now... they will be facing the terrifying army that just crushed the entire country of Letania!

If they retreat, Ursus will miss the opportunity to annex Letania, but most of their forces will be preserved.

So he summoned all the army commanders.

"What do you think?"

If you can't figure something out, just pass it on to your subordinates.

All the commanders looked at each other, as if they had instantly found Ilov's sore spot.

"I told you the Leitanians were nothing special. It's a good thing we prepared for so long; they shattered at the slightest touch."

"We were overly cautious before; now we must seize the opportunity!"

"If the Sarkaz can go, so can we!"

"General! This is an opportunity not to be missed!"

"General, let's head south!"

"..."

Looking at the excited commanders chatting amongst themselves, Ilov coughed lightly and hesitated.

"But we are about to face the greatest sorcerer on the continent, the Witch King."

After all, he had participated in the battle of the Four Emperors and still vividly remembered the magic of the Witch King.

All the commanders were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Witch King? That's just an honorific we used for him in the old days."

"There's been no news for so long, he's probably already in his coffin."

"Yeah, yeah, those Sarkaz have practically devoured Letania, and he hasn't even made a move."

"Besides, our high-speed warships are so fast that if we can't win, we can retreat. How many legs does the Witch King have?"

"If we can swallow up this last region, will we still need to put up with the emperor and those nobles when we go back this time?"

hiss--

Ilov stroked his chin.

What these commanders said makes a lot of sense!

The Witch King hasn't made a move yet; who knows what might have happened by now.