Save the simulator and make Sarkaz great again!

Moreover, with so many troops mobilized this time, it would be difficult to explain if they returned in such a disgraceful manner. Once the emperor and those scoundrels settle accounts, they will hardly have a chance to recover in the future.

He stood up and his gaze swept over everyone present.

"Pass down the order—"

"All troops, advance at full speed!"

"Tell the soldiers, this is not an invasion, this is self-defense! The Sarkaz are brutal and inhumane, slaughtering civilians and destroying civilizations! We are here to bring them warmth!"

The campfire crackled, illuminating the soldiers' excited faces.

"Have you heard? Those Sarkaz barbarians breached Oshdenheim in just one day!"

A bearded Ursus shield guard took a swig of strong liquor and grinned.

"The Leitanians boasted for centuries that they would never fall, but they couldn't even hold out for a single day! Hahaha!"

"What can those gold-and-silver-clad good-for-nothings do besides fiddling with musical instruments?"

The crossbowman next to him chuckled and wiped the crossbow bolt in his hand.

"Their warlocks couldn't even hold onto Originium Arts properly; they collapsed as soon as the Sarkaz charged in!"

"If you ask me, Letania should have been finished long ago!"

A young vanguard member excitedly interjected,

"What's with all this art and music? War is fought with swords and steel! Their fancy moves aren't even as good as a farmer from Ursus!"

In the center of the camp, several officers sat together, all looking relaxed.

"Although intelligence indicates that the Sarkaz have breached the defenses, I think their losses must have been considerable as well."

An advisor unfolded a map and pointed to the location of the Witch King.

"Now their forces are scattered and their supply lines are stretched, while we are well-rested and ready to fight. We are sure to win this battle!"

"That's right! I think so too!"

Another officer slammed his fist on the table and stood up.

In the corner, only a few veterans opened their mouths as if to say something.

In the end, he simply remained silent, utterly silent.

……

Pawiyong is collapsing.

The Witch King stood atop the tower, his scepter deeply embedded in the ground, his fingers twisted and deformed from excessive force, his knuckles white and veins bulging.

He stared intently at the dark rift that stretched across the sky in the distance—a warp barrier that he had barely managed to stabilize with decades of his might, now trembling violently under the Sarkaz's barrage, like a torn curtain.

"Ignorance... folly!!!"

His roar echoed in the empty hall, his voice filled with unprecedented anger and...fear.

Pavillon has never been an ordinary city.

It is a projection of Letania, a wall built by the Witch King with himself as the anchor between reality and the Warp.

For decades, he suppressed the chaotic whispers that sought to devour Terra, keeping the warp's encroachment from the world.

And now—the real-world Letania has collapsed.

The Sarkaz's iron hooves shattered the Elector's arrogance; the tower collapsed, and the warlocks were routed.

Those foolish mortals, those short-sighted ants, have no idea what they are destroying! They think it's just a change of power, a struggle for territory?

Do not……

They are tearing open the curtain on the apocalypse with their own hands!

The Witch King's fingers dug deeply into his palms, and blood dripped down his scepter, seeping into the foundation stones of Pavieon.

He could feel that every brick and stone in the city was groaning, and every rune was crumbling.

The Sarkaz's artillery fire not only destroyed the real-world defenses, but also shook the balance of the warp.

"You...have no idea what you're doing..."

His voice was low and hoarse, like a curse squeezed from the abyss.

In the distance, the main cannon of the floating fortress recharged, its crimson light like the gaze of death.

The witch king knew that he was powerless to reverse the situation.

But he was unwilling to do so.

He suddenly looked up, his eyes beneath the steel mask burning with a final madness.

"Since you are determined to destroy..."

He raised his scepter high, and the Originium Arts within him surged wildly, causing every inch of Pavieyong to tremble.

"Then let's fall into the abyss together..."

The scepter slammed heavily into the ground, and a dark crack spread from beneath his feet, instantly engulfing the entire tower.

Pavieyong—the city wall that had isolated the subspace for thousands of years—collapsed completely at this moment.

The capital city where the Witch King resides is also the city with the richest artistic atmosphere, but at this moment its streets and alleys are bustling with activity in the twilight.

Everyone was running frantically with their families, as if their lives depended on it, and even the military police and law enforcement officers couldn't stop them.

The once bustling streets have gradually become desolate, and what permeates the area is no longer elegance, but panic and despair.

"The Sarkaz are coming!"

"Run! Otherwise we're all doomed!"

"I heard they'll kick the heads of anyone who's said bad things about them like a football!!"

"It's over!! I cursed those Sarkaz, I'm guilty!"

Notoriety doesn't always bring only bad things. With the embellished descriptions of those electors, the Sarkaz have now become beings that can stop a child from crying.

The crowd filled the city gate, pushing and shoving each other and shouting insults. Faced with death, they had lost their usual courtesy and politeness; they had long since forgotten these manners.

After all, for them, life is far more important than anything else.

Order has completely spiraled out of control.

Fremont, who was in the college, had just finished packing his things and was about to leave. Before closing the door, he took one last look at the office he was using.

He has completed his final task here.

Gemini has been born.

They combine the beginning of annihilation and the source of chaos, using their own bodies as containers of energy. As long as they are together, they can briefly unleash the power of the origin.

If nothing unexpected happens, Your Highness will then see the dying Witch King and the severely injured twins.

The thought echoed in his mind, bringing a kind of almost painful satisfaction.

"teacher......"

In a daze, he seemed to hear that voice again, that peerless genius who was always by his side and who composed new golden musical chapters with him.

He must kill him now—

Fremont abruptly closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, those eyes, which were always gentle and wise, were now filled with only cold determination.

"That's enough."

He raised his head.

Snowflakes were falling silently from the gray sky.

The snow is falling strangely—

Snowflakes landed on the shoulders of the refugees, but did not melt;

The flames still flickered as they landed on the burning wreckage of the carriage;

The tears fell on the child's crying face, the tear stains still clearly visible.

It's as if this snow and this city exist in different times and spaces, touching each other but not interfering with each other.

Fremont held out his hand, and a snowflake landed in his palm.

For a moment his gaze froze.

This is black snow...

……

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 wind, carrying the scent of gunpowder, swept across the square, and the shadow of the gallows was stretched long in the setting sun.

Therese stood on the high platform, the blade of his sword reflecting the last rays of sunlight, its cold gleam like snow.

Below the stage, the captured electors knelt in a row.

Their magnificent robes were covered in dust, and their once proud heads were now bowed, like a herd of livestock waiting to be slaughtered.

"Hang them! Hang them!"

All the Sarkaz warriors were filled with righteous indignation.

They had never felt so triumphant, watching the culprits who had repeatedly invaded their homeland kneel before them.

They just wanted them to experience this feeling too.

The duchess was still struggling. Her wrists were bleeding from being rubbed raw by the rough hemp rope, yet she still tilted her head back, trying to look up at Shen Lin in the high place with her tearful eyes.

"Your Majesty the Demon King——"

“I would give up everything! My land, my wealth, even my…”

One pull of the rope

The wind in the square suddenly stopped.

Her throat bones cracked under the strain, her flushed face gradually turned bluish-purple, and the gallows creaked under the strain. The duchess's neck tilted to the side, and she stopped struggling.

"Next!"

The soldiers roared as they dragged Elector Erdenher to the gallows. The obese man howled like a pig to be slaughtered, his jeweled belt snapping open in the struggle.

His cries were mixed with saliva and snot.

"I am a scholar! I possess ancient magical techniques!"

"You need me! You..."

The moment the noose was placed over his triple chin, this nobleman, who had experimented on living people, suddenly lost his voice.

His eyes bulged out, and his obese body convulsed violently as the knot tightened, much like the infected children who died painfully in his laboratory.

When Elector Hayden Schweil was dragged up, the old man unusually straightened his back.

"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit."

"But the Sarkaz's barbaric rule..."

Therese shook her head.

"So much nonsense."

The old man's body suddenly plummeted, and the rope stretched into a straight vertical line in the air.

His neck did not break immediately, but instead writhed in the air for a full three minutes like a fish caught on a fishing line.

With Theresis' departure.

The crowd erupted in bloodthirsty cheers, and countless swords instantly chopped the corpse into mincemeat.

Next up is the matter of the Blood Demon and the Forgiver.

Shen Lin watched all of this indifferently until the last Elector's body fell limply to the ground.

Amidst Shen Lin's excited heartbeat, no system notification sounded in his mind.