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"And our first target of revenge is..."

Theresis's war boots ground across the map in the staff headquarters, the rust-colored border suddenly oozing blood, staining all of Kazimierz red.

Dusk was coagulating into amber scabs along Kazimierz's frontier. The army of Sarkaz mercenaries and select royal court members, reinforced the moment Ursus' aid arrived, surged forth like a torrent, tearing through Kazimierz's border, swiftly shredding and encircling the Silver Spear Pegasus.

Ten thousand cannons roared along the border, shells raining down on Kazimierz's positions. After about an hour, Sarkaz ground forces launched a full-scale assault from the north, west, and southwest. Caught off guard, Kazimierz's transport hubs and command centers were crippled, plunging the troops into chaos. Theresis seized the moment, leading a vanguard spearheaded by the Blood Demon Great Lord and the King of Scavengers, breaching the Kazimierz defensive line at several key points.

According to surviving Silver Spear Pegasus knights, what they saw wasn't just the Sarkaz army—it was the ghost of war made flesh. The Origin Stones refracted the skull totems of the Sarkaz royal courts of past dynasties, gnawing at Kazimierz's border.

"In the golden cage woven by merchants with futures contracts, the knights still maintain their dive toward the age of myth. But every time they sign a budget for military expenditure, the holy lance's edge inches closer to their own hearts. Now, are your blades still pointed at the enemy?"

At the Grand Knight's Domain, Theresis looked down at the scarred former crusader knight, now the head of the Kazimierz Supervisory Council and Grand Knight of the Crusader Order—Iolanta Russell—with undisguised contempt.

He raised his sword to sever the Grand Knight's head, using it to proclaim Kazimierz's fall. But the moment his blade swung, a flash of golden light swept past, and she was gone.

"So even the Golden Pegasus of the Nearl family has been shackled by chains of gold?"

Theresis didn't care. He merely flicked the blood off his sword—the remnants of the strike that had grazed his enemy.

Just as he prepared to declare Kazimierz's fall and move to the next phase, the Blood Demon Great Lord appeared beside him, his face grim, bearing bad news: "Theresis, we've been played."

"What?" Theresis froze. Played—what did that mean?

"The Ursus army has surrounded Kazimierz." The Blood Demon Great Lord spat out a terrifying number: "They've sent five army groups."

Theresis' head spun. Before he could collapse, Manfred rushed over, his expression equally grave, handing him a slip of paper: "Our food, our supplies—all gone. Only this was left behind."

Theresis unfolded the paper. On it were just a few words.

—In ten seconds, we're going to blitz you.

Chapter 85: W Blows Up Theresis—How Could I Dream That? (10,000)

Ten seconds. Blitz you.

A single sentence sent a chill down Theresis' spine. He had considered that Ursus' enemies might be Yan or Victoria, but never that he himself was also on their list!

The true ruler of Ursus had never intended any compromise from the start. His rules allowed only submission or death—never mercy or retreat. Every enemy who dared stand before him, whether an iron-blooded soldier or a seemingly fragile weakling, was destined for only one path: death. Every conflict, every skirmish, was a carefully laid chess move. Everyone was merely a piece on his board!

Where?!

Where is he watching me?

"In ten seconds, blitz me"—that means I'm within his attack range right now. When the time's up, he'll appear and strike. But from where?

Left, right, below, or... above?!

He jerked his head up. Above him was empty—the dome he had shattered earlier. At this hour, he could even see the sun rising.

His hair stood on end as he remained on high alert for the enemy's imminent strike. One second, two seconds, three seconds... Every tremor of the second hand on the Supervisory Council's clock forced another gram of fear into his ear canals. The cold sweat crystallizing on his lashes wasn't water droplets—it was compressed death warrants. His heartbeat accelerated wildly. When the 49th beat shattered against his ribs, he heard a crisp crack deep within his bones.

Ten seconds were up!

Here it comes!

Theresis struck instantly, his sword covering all 360 degrees—above, below, front, back, left, right. The Blood Demon Great Lord moved with him, a torrent erupting from within—the combined airflow of countless blood demons' bone wings, each droplet a blood louse, each bearing razor-sharp claws, scraping everything around them like ants devouring an elephant.

Thunderous roars tore through the sky. The towering Supervisory Council building disintegrated in the crimson tide. The Blood Demon Great Lord's surging essence blood transformed into billions of hair-thin blood lice, these twisted creatures linking head to tail, weaving a blood-red barrier that blotted out the sky. The barrier expanded with devastating force, howling over all life, shattering metal and stone, even tearing the air into scarlet vortices. But then he froze.

"No one?"

What about the promised blitz in ten seconds?

No anticipated killing blow. No hidden imperial blades. Not even an attack—not a single shadow.

"You venomous tongues steeped in honeyed words, swallowing even the ashes of oaths! Now you break even a freshly sent letter of notice! Lowly, despicable, shameless Ursus filth!" The Blood Demon Great Lord's perfect face twisted in fury, veins bulging, his scarlet eyes blazing with murder.

"No—he's not blitzing us!" Theresis realized in an instant. "My home!!!"

The essence of a blitzkrieg is speed and decisiveness.

When you've dismantled most of the enemy's strength, leaving only a remnant, the war is as good as lost. So Qianyi and the others naturally weren't bored enough to waste time fighting Theresis, the Blood Demon Great Lord, and Manfred—three hero units. They chose to strike directly at the base.

"Ursus soldiers, hear my command!"

"Charge the Sarkaz war camp! Straight for the King of Scavengers' four-wheeled chariot!"

At Qianyi's order, the army group tasked with blitzing the Sarkaz base moved out. Led by hero units like Patriot, Talulah, and Seele, they launched a new round of blitzkrieg.

He himself did not charge. Instead, he gripped the Gilded Lance in his hand. The moment its tip touched the ground, holy blossoms bloomed in sequence along the march route. Vines crept across the earth, and falling petals soaked in moonlight—upon touching the wounded, they transformed into endless healing flowers.

Void Archive, Imitation Abyss White Flower!

As long as I live, no comrade shall suffer or die.

The soldiers, discovering that any wound healed instantly, surged with morale, breaking through enemy lines unstoppably.

But suddenly, a well-equipped Sarkaz unit burst out from the flank. The lead machine-gun armored vehicle unleashed ferocious firepower, tearing through the formation in an instant, briefly halting the advance and charging straight for the rear reinforcements. As the unit debated where to strike, their eyes locked onto a blue-haired schoolgirl who looked completely out of place among the soldiers. They floored the accelerator and rammed into her.

"Shoko?! Get out of the way!!"

Alina, positioned at the rear, tried to call out to the girl who looked even younger than herself. But the oncoming armored vehicle slammed into her. Amid the violent crash, the heavy vehicle was forcibly stopped, its thick armor dented into a shallow pit. Toyokawa Shoko merely tumbled a few times across the ground.

What?

Alina nearly dropped her medical kit. Was this girl, who looked even frailer than herself, actually able to stop an armored vehicle with her body, just like Patriot?!

Before she could calm down, she suddenly noticed Shoko pulling out a small short bow. Then blood began to pour from her entire body—from her eyes, mouth, nose, skin—quickly soaking her clothes, drenching her completely.

This was not a wound inflicted by enemy attack, but her own doing—because she was about to self-destruct!

"Meteor Shower (Stella)!!!"

Countless could shoot down stars, but only one could shatter them. No matter the conflict, it would end instantly—a long-range strike that, as the name implied, "tore the earth asunder" erupted.

With a single blow, all enemies before them were swept clean.

The interference resolved, the team resumed their advance.

The Sarkaz side showed clear signs of decline. Theresis, the Blood Demon Great Lord, and Manfred were trapped deep within the Grand Knight's Domain, their supply lines completely severed. The ace squad led by these three was like fish in a barrel, their last hope resting on the King of Scavengers.

At this moment, this Six Hero of Sarkaz, King of Scavengers, also known as the "God of War," Nietzre, sat alone on the Scavenger Throne in the sky. Around him were no subordinates or kin—only enemies.

"Teacher Nietzre, it's been a while since my last greeting." Patriot expressed his respect.

"Bodokast, is this the New Ursus you've sworn allegiance to? What glory, what greatness, what splendor. If only Kazdel could have such brilliance," Nietzre sighed, but his tone carried a deep melancholy.

As an ancient who had lived over a thousand years, in the original story, he alone could easily suppress Kal'tsit, Warfarin, Silence, and others. This King of Scavengers could effortlessly kill all three and then destroy Rhodes Island. It was no exaggeration to say this old monster was so strong he didn't seem to belong to the current civilization of the Terra Continent. But now, he felt a sorrowful sense of nearing his end, because...

He looked around him.

Kiana, Talulah, Artoria, Seele, Wutina, Bodokast, and a host of others surrounded him in a tight encirclement.

The King of Scavengers thought one-on-one, two-on-one, even three-on-one might still hold hope. But with so many swarming in, there was likely only one outcome—being beaten to death by sheer numbers. Even trading one for one before dying seemed impossible; the enemy had a powerful healer who could rapidly recover any injury.

"Teacher, you can surrender. The king we serve is a benevolent, great ruler with the world in his heart. He will allow the Scavenger clan to join Ursus and permit you to become a new duke of Ursus." Patriot couldn't bear to see his teacher die here.

"Brat, are you insulting me?" Nietzre's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he glared at his most prized disciple, not using his name but choosing a contemptuous, degrading title.

"Old man, most of the Ten Royal Courts' lords have their own dignity and glory, but they're also a bunch of stubborn fossils, all living in the past era of the Tigaz. If they'd been willing to lower their stance even a little and cooperate with other courts, how could Kazdel be in this sorry state?" Qianyi walked slowly forward, carrying the Gilded Lance. With each step, holy white flowers bloomed from the scorched earth.

"That stance—what is your relationship with Her Highness Theresia?" The ability to make barren land bloom reminded the King of Scavengers of the former Demon King who had died.

Qianyi ignored his question, pointing the lance tip at him: "Choose. Die here, or follow me."

"I will never betray Kazdel, and I will never betray the Sarkaz!!" The King of Scavengers, Nietzre, refused with righteous indignation, then made his request: "After I die, I hope my body can be used to help Bodokast complete the cannibalistic ritual, aiding his ascension to lord of a royal court."

Patriot Bodokast was among the finest even among pure-blood Wendigos. If they hadn't left the Sarkaz and Kazdel back then and completed the cannibalistic ritual, Patriot would surely have been among the Ten Royal Courts' lords.

Since he was going to die anyway, he might as well die with more value.

He believed Qianyi wouldn't refuse the allegiance of a royal court lord.

But the next moment, Qianyi stabbed his lance tip into Nietzre's knee: "Old geezer, you think you get to choose? Did you say thank you before making demands?"

I was just being polite, and you actually made a wish.

Anyone would think I'm the prisoner here.

Qianyi shook his head with a look of disappointment: "If you ask me, the Sarkaz ended up like this because of your barbaric customs. Look at you, Nietzre, eating corpses every day—classic case of rotting your brain. And you even egg the old man here on to eat corpses with you. When there's lobster and King Crab to eat, who'd touch your rotten meat?"

"What do you, a junior, know? This is ancestral law!" Hearing Qianyi belittle the Scavengers, Nietzre flew into a rage, only to have his other knee stabbed too.

After two stabs forced Nietzre to his knees, Qianyi began lecturing the King of Scavengers: "Old geezer, you eat garbage and feel superior? I think you're a textbook self-abusive parent—you're used to suffering, so you insist it's good and make your kids and juniors suffer with you. I bet Patriot's health was so bad before because you fed him rotten meat when he was growing up. I wouldn't eat that stuff even if I were starving in my world."

"How could a lowly creature like you understand the Sarkaz royal courts?"

"Full of crap, aren't you? Ever eaten Australian lobster or King Crab? In that godforsaken Kazdel, you can't afford it!"

Qianyi never expected this old geezer to be so stubborn. Truly an enemy at the Grand Perfection realm of a thousand-year-old geezer—not something a young'un like him could handle. Luckily, as a young'un, he had a better body than the old geezer.

A couple of kicks to the old geezer's waist, and he'd know his mistake.

But he was someone who respected elders and loved children. Considering the King of Scavengers, Nietzre, was Patriot's teacher, he ordered Nietzre dragged away and fed rich meat and fish for two days—lobster, King Crab, and the like—to see if he'd still swallow rotten meat.

The King of Scavengers was defeated.

The entire Sarkaz army was handed over to Ursus. As for what to do with them...

"Those willing to join Ursus, stay. Those unwilling, give them severance pay and let them go. The wounded go to the field hospital for treatment; medical costs are on their own tab. Keep this general direction. As for specifics, Frost, you're fully in charge of this."

"Your Majesty, letting a Sarkaz manage Sarkaz people—that doesn't seem right." Frost was a bit shocked. Wasn't Qianyi afraid he'd lead his kin in a major rebellion someday?

"True." Qianyi nodded, then joked: "Too many to handle, huh? Then let's bury them all alive."

Frost's eyes widened. He dropped to his knees and grabbed Qianyi's hand: "Your Majesty, please entrust it to me! I will shoulder this responsibility!!"

"I believe you have the ability. Do a good job." Qianyi patted Frost's shoulder, handing over the heavy burden.

With that, the blitzkrieg campaign against Kazimierz was officially declared over. But fully occupying it and turning Kazimierz into his own territory would still take time. One misstep, and spontaneous resistance forces of Kazimierz natives would spring up everywhere.

Fortunately, Qianyi had already devised a plan for settling into Kazimierz.

"Anyone bearing the Ursus military emblem must stand seven steps from civilian homes, spear in hand, to swear an oath before entering. Violators will be deemed trampling Ursus law. Supply camps must build double-layer porridge sheds from Birch Wood, ringing the bell at exactly the third quarter of the Chen hour daily to distribute porridge. Wherever ruins are found, engineer battalions must tie white silk before demolition. Each family's rescued bricks must be wrapped in cloth and handed over..."

"This land has already suffered too much. Necessary suffering, I can't avoid. But unnecessary suffering, we must try to avoid—respecting the human rights of Kazimierz people as much as possible, protecting their lives and property."

"After this battle, our brothers are tired. Once the Merchants' Guild's assets are confiscated, allocate four-tenths as allowances for the troops. Use the rest for Kazimierz's reconstruction and recovery. From today, everything in Kazimierz belongs to our Ursus Community of Shared Destiny."

Kazimierz's ownership was thus decided.

But one huge hidden danger remained. Talulah, who had faced the King of Scavengers head-on, knew well how strong the Regent and the Blood Demon Great Lord were.

So she asked: "How do we deal with Theresis and the Blood Demon Great Lord?"

"Do we need to deal with them?" Qianyi countered.

"What do you mean?" Talulah didn't understand.

"Just a cornered bird gasping for its last breath." Qianyi extended his right hand, fingers spread wide, as if grasping the entire world in his palm—standing atop a peak, overlooking the mountains, breathing in the heavens, where all who oppose him perish. Theresis and the Blood Demon Great Lord scurried within his grasp like Sun Wukong, yet could never escape his Five Finger Mountain.

He decided to become the Thief King, granting Theresis the cruelest and most hopeless death imaginable.

"If Theresis gets even a scrap of supplies or food in the next month, I'll call it a loss. As for the Blood Demon Great Lord—that one's unnecessary."

Big Teacher could be an ally once beaten into submission, but the Blood Demon Great Lord? Qianyi had no use for a teammate who'd stab allies in the back and wreck unity.

Thus, with the Supervisory Council at its center, a thirty-li radius was cleared into a no-man's-land. According to Ursus officials, a "Bird's Nest" would be built here in the future, where people from all over Terra would compete in various events to select one Emperor's Champion after another, receiving accolades from the Ursus Emperor.

For now, though, this project didn't even have a folder created yet. The public announcement was purely to keep civilians away.

Within this zone, Theresis and the Blood Demon Great Lord stood back to back, panting heavily, on guard against attacks that could come at any moment.

In the past, whenever they appeared on a battlefield, the outcome was set: the entire field would be dominated by the two of them, enemies turned into sword-fodder or blood-meat. But now, they were in unprecedented disarray.

Theresis bore only a few scratches, his clothes stained red with blood, yet his aura remained calm and steady. Beside him, the Blood Demon Great Lord Ducare was a wreck—his chest pierced by a terrifying wound, blood gushing forth, his body barely holding together.

"The...resis... give me... a quick end..." The Blood Demon Great Lord's breaths were almost all out, none in.

"Hold on! We still have—" Theresis started to comfort Ducare, telling him not to speak such defeatist words, when a Space Gate abruptly opened, and a silver fork slammed into the Blood Demon Great Lord's rear.

No blood, no real damage—just faint pain. But it was the last straw that broke the camel's back. The Blood Demon Great Lord closed his eyes in despair, his head lolling to the side as he passed out on the spot.

Without time to mourn his ally, Theresis immediately grabbed the Blood Demon Great Lord and drew his sword, scanning the surroundings warily.

The next moment, he clearly felt a force pulling from the other side, as if trying to wrench the Blood Demon Great Lord from his grip. One of the Six Heroes of Sarkaz, he aimed at the source of that unfamiliar power and swung his sword.

A sharp sword-qi tore through the air, cleaving a building in two with a single strike.

But he felt no feedback of hitting an enemy. Instead, his rear was inexplicably kicked, and with a stumble, the Blood Demon Great Lord vanished from his grasp.

"How can there be such a dirty ability in this world!!!"