The Front Line Collapses

Lamaline spoke softly.

She had naturally considered the old woman's words.

She knew that the current situation wasn't exactly good.

But the fact that she came shows that she was prepared.

Now that things have come to this, they have no way to avoid it!

"... I understand, child."

The old woman sighed.

She looked at the girl in front of her, pursed her lips, and almost with all her might, reached out and removed the black feather crown from her head.

All the surrounding Banshees realized what was happening. They knelt slightly, bowed their heads, and prayed for the two people in the center of the arena.

"This is a challenge that most people would find difficult to accept, Lamaline."

The old woman sighed as she looked at the girl with her head bowed in front of her.

But she still forced a smile and looked at the other person.

"But you are a smart, beautiful, and strong girl."

"I believe in you; in your hands, the Banshees will continue to sing..."

"Our ancestors will find peace, and our warriors can return to tranquility..."

As the old woman spoke, and with the passing of the crown, she seemed to lose her last breath, her body gradually weakening and her eyes becoming increasingly vacant.

She lay quietly inside the Sarcophagus, her body gradually wasting away.

Lamaline quietly straightened him, letting him lie peacefully inside the coffin surrounded by white flowers.

Hearing the other person's voice growing softer and softer, their breathing weaker and weaker...

The black crown outlined her slightly sorrowful face.

"I will..."

"Miss..."

Chapter 259 Collapse of the Front Lines

Even in Terra, a human world teeming with birds and beasts, the Sarkaz are a unique race.

At least, Maria could probably distinguish the other races: these were wolves, those were dogs, this group of people were birds, that group of people were cows...

But the Sarkaz are different.

These people are less of a race and more of a broad concept.

Its various Royal Court, such as the Wendigo, Blood Demon, Goliath, Lich, Shapeshifter, Gargoyle, Cyclops, could all have been described as races back then.

Among this group of races, which vary greatly in form, characteristics, abilities, and personalities, Banshees are a rather unique race.

Contrary to the outsider's imagination of the insane Sarkaz, the Banshees, while also Sarkaz, are a race not much different from ordinary humans... In other words, they are actually Sankta within the Sarkaz, with stable emotions and gentle personalities.

Traditionally, they would also play a lament for the deceased Sarkaz using bone flutes... like the watchful gaze of a gravedigger.

They are an extremely peaceful race.

Even so, the Banshees could not completely escape the attacks of war.

The long history has etched the hatred of the Sarkaz into everyone's culture and flesh and blood; whenever they meet, it's basically war.

Even though the Banshees mostly didn't want to fight, they couldn't withstand their attacks.

In the early years when people fought each other with flesh and blood, the screech of the Banshees was a powerful killing move that could not distinguish friend from foe on the battlefield.

With the advent of high-speed warships, the Banshees are unable to penetrate those sharp steels... Furthermore, the Banshees do not possess the formidable physiques of other Sarkaz, making it impossible for them to participate in special operations. In modern warfare, they have lost their race's most distinctive characteristic and have gradually become a rather unique type of soldier.

Generally speaking, they would act as disruptors in large-scale battles, tearing apart enemy forces with their shrieks.

Then...

That means bracing for those artillery attacks...

This dire situation has led to a sharp decline in the number of pure-blooded Banshees.

Perhaps in the years to come, the Banshee Court, like other Royal Court, will gradually disappear from the history of Sarkaz.

Worse still, those who have always remembered the Sarkaz warriors and bid them farewell have no one to see them off, no one to remember their existence...

This is why the Banshees are becoming increasingly reluctant to participate in wars... They don't intend to betray the Sarkaz or the Demon Lord, but they genuinely don't want to get involved in wars anymore.

But... things rarely go as planned.

"Please send these documents to the district committee; they will take care of things."

Inside Grey's room, the newly appointed Lamaline finished signing the documents and weakly handed them to her attendant.

Almost a week has passed since the transfer of power.

During that week, she didn't even get six hours of continuous sleep; she was either in meetings or processing documents.

Although she retained her stunning beauty thanks to the Banshees's unique bloodline, the loss of luster in her eyes indicated that her mental state had been pushed to its limit.

After a moment's hesitation, one of the maids took the document and turned to leave, while the others cautiously approached her.

"Lamaline..."

The leading Banshees anxiously took the other's hand in hers.

Although the Banshees's body temperature is indeed lower due to her lifestyle, Lamaline's hands were already unusually cold at this moment.

"You should take a rest..."

Although the other party was the ruler of the Royal Court, the Banshees didn't really care. They would only address him as "Lord" on important occasions, and in daily life they would address each other by their usual names.

"I know, Mila ...I know."

Lamaline simply smiled at her companion's concern.

Having chosen to take on this responsibility, she will not back down.

She was acutely aware of how dire the situation was... The Allied Forces were coming on strong, a force on a completely different scale than before.

The successive defeats on six fronts already say a lot.

Therefore, she must work even harder to make thorough preparations.

The Banshee Court is currently located in a strategically important area, only about half a month's journey from the Kazdel Royal City... Unfortunately, there is more than one road leading to this place.

If the Allied Forces wanted, they could easily spend a few more days bypassing this area and cutting off the city's supplies... At that point, the situation would be completely irreversible!

Therefore, she must be prepared when the Allied Forces completely break through the front lines.

Although the current Demon King Yelesh has personally led his army into battle, Lamaline, as a former candidate for the position of Banshee Court, has met him several times.

She knew that he was a gentle demon king who did not have the ability to change the battlefield. He went to the battlefield more likely because of pressure from other Royal Court, which forced him to step forward to appease the demoralized Royal Court Army soldiers.

But... mere momentum can't change reality.

She also had to be prepared to respond to the Demon King at any time.

What's the situation like outside now?

Lamaline pulled her hand away from her friend's grasp and continued to ask questions.

The maids looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and then gave a curt response.

"A barely acceptable peace."

"Within the city, due to the influx of a large number of refugees, our previous food reserves are clearly insufficient. We are currently relying on the resource supplies from Kazdel behind us to stay afloat. If our supplies are completely cut off, we can only last for two weeks at most under the original control measures, and even under extreme wartime conditions, it will only last for about a month."

"Our area is very likely to become a battlefield soon, but the royal city has only provided us with resources to support ourselves, with no intention of sending troops or providing assistance to these refugees. If a real battle breaks out, they are very likely to riot."

"As for the outside world... we haven't received any news from the front lines for a week, and we don't yet know what's going on."

The maids spoke with obvious worry.

There were still some things they hadn't told Lamaline.

During this time, they have been doing their best to assist Lamaline. Faced with the situation of losing contact with the front line, they have consulted the civilians who have flooded into the city during this period, but the result they received was that there was no information.

Instead of seeing soldiers continuing to join the battle from the rear, more and more people reported that they were being attacked by Allied Forces soldiers more frequently.

And for this situation to occur... there seems to be only one possibility.

"Don't you know?"

Lamaline frowned.

According to her understanding, the nearest battlefront was only a week's journey away. Even if the front lines had collapsed, the exiled troops should have returned by now. How could they have lost contact?

"No, we must re-establish contact!"

Lamaline placed her hands on her lower abdomen and immediately stood up.

But as soon as she stood up, she almost fainted due to her weakened state.

This startled the surrounding maids, who practically swarmed around him to support him.

"I'm fine."

Lamaline pursed her lips.

She really didn't want to appear weak in front of these companions who trusted her, but ultimately, the body takes precedence over the mind.

She was gradually losing her strength.

The maids standing nearby gritted their teeth as well.

"If all else fails... how about we issue a bounty?"

"A bounty?" Lamaline, somewhat puzzled.

But the maids beside them nodded earnestly.

"The Banshees aren't good at struggling or hiding, and they have difficulty escaping in time when danger arises. But there are many other races in the city. We can issue bounties and have them investigate. Plus, there are more of them, so we can gather more information..."

The maids spoke as they carefully helped Lamaline to a nearby lounge.

Although Lamaline was still struggling slightly to return to her place, the maids were now determined to let Lamaline rest.

She's practically mortgaging her life!

Even though Banshees have very long lifespans, they can't withstand such a drain.

If this continues, Lamaline will very likely die young, around the age of eighty!

Lamaline, whose body was truly weakened, couldn't refuse her companions' wishes. When she was arranged to rest in bed, she could only helplessly raise her head and look at them.

"Then please help me arrange this matter..."

"I must get the intelligence in the next two days!"

"This matter is extremely important!"

Even though Lamaline's eyelids were almost closed, she still held her companion's hand tightly and spoke with difficulty.

I only managed to rest after hearing their repeated assurances.

A few blinks later, the sound of slow breathing gradually came through.

She was really exhausted.

"Investigation reward?"

In the tavern, Maria sat to one side, slowly looking at the paper handed to her by the person next to her, her eyes slightly narrowed.

The bar next to her was much quieter than when she first came.

As for the reason...

Those unconscious people on the ground who wanted to cause trouble say it all.

This is Maria's third visit here this week.

For Maria, alcohol was like a special beverage in her life; she would have a drink when she was bored.

But because she had no money, Maria couldn't drink often... and Maria disdained doing things like getting something for free.