Attack (Continued)

At that moment, the woman sitting atop all the Banshees spoke.

"Please relax, Ms. Milos..."

"But, Your Majesty..."

"I know you're anxious and finding it hard to believe... In fact, I'm finding it hard to accept either."

Lamaline spoke, her slightly weak voice silencing the other Banshees.

As subordinates of the former Banshee Court's Court, they were not replaced during this critical time, and they were initially full of doubts about their new leader.

But as orders were issued, they gradually changed their views.

They respected this young girl who already possessed remarkable vision and resourcefulness.

But doubt can't change anything.

After watching as everyone else calmed down, Lamaline slowly turned her head to look at the center of the gray conference room.

Over there, Maria and the deserter who had been rescued were in the middle.

The deserter knelt, filled with awe before the Banshee Court, while Maria stood quietly in place, the shadow cast by her slightly drooping tripod hat obscuring her eyes.

Lamaline paused for a moment, then looked at the kneeling soldier.

"This isn't actually funny..."

"Cocoa..."

The soldier stammered, his face showing anxiety.

This joke isn't funny?

He knew the joke was terrible, so terrible that telling it would get him chased and beaten up.

But the cold reality wouldn't change because of that; that's what he saw with his own eyes!

Absolutely no exaggeration!

So he strained to look up at that distant, aloof figure.

Specially crafted black metal, shaped like withered branches, hung on her head and shoulders, making her appear tall and imposing.

"I'm not lying!"

Half a day later, the soldier, exhausted, gave his answer.

He really wasn't lying.

"I believe in you... warrior."

The Banshees spoke again, her gentle voice like the song of a lark. She sat there watching them, speaking softly.

"But I need to know the specifics of what happened... and all the details."

"Yes!"

Seeing that someone was finally willing to believe them, and that the other party was the Queen of the Banshee Court, the soldiers dared not be negligent in the slightest and recounted their entire personal experience almost without pause.

Maria listened to what had happened.

About a week ago, the Demon King himself came to the battlefield.

Although the other party only briefly showed his face before going to discuss things with the front-line commander, the appearance of the Demon King still invigorated all the soldiers who had suffered defeats... In their eyes, the Demon King was supreme, and the only one who could rival him was the ruler of their own Royal Court.

Logically speaking, now that the opponent has arrived, even if they don't immediately turn the tide of the battle, they should at least have secured a few victories.

The fact is, the soldiers on the front lines did charge, but the battles continued to end in defeat.

The Allied Forces, relying on their Steel Fleet, were indeed slowed down by the Sarkaz warlocks with their superior magical abilities, but they were still able to maintain their advance through close combat.

What enabled all of this was a super warship on the main battlefield, which the Allied Forces called the Monarch-class.

Although its speed was only slightly faster than that of ordinary soldiers, its terrifying artillery firepower and the luxurious configuration of its personnel were unmatched by other fleets.

According to the commanders, it was like cramming the entire fleet's equipment into a single warship.

It's terrifyingly strong!

Although some have speculated that such a formidable warship must have faced immense logistical challenges.

The problem is that people on other fronts can't even launch attacks, let alone cut off the enemy's supplies.

They were like trapped wild beasts, slowly devoured by the Allied Forces.

The appearance of the Demon King gave them the ability to fight against their opponents, but due to his powerful offensive capabilities, they were still at a disadvantage on large-scale battlefields.

This situation continued until one night three days ago...

"A strange woman, Feline entirely in black robes... No one noticed her presence; she silently broke through everyone's defenses and entered the Demon King's camp to attack him! Even the Royal Court Army didn't react at all."

"It wasn't until the incident occurred, and the Demon Lord unleashed her final burst of power to repel the enemy, that everyone realized she had already arrived."

"But at that moment, the Demon King also lost his life completely..."

The soldier spoke in a trembling voice.

The people standing nearby all wore expressions of disbelief.

A Feline?

They bypassed all the Sarkaz soldiers' defenses.

They bypassed the guards of those elite Royal Court Army.

One person arrived at the Demon King's camp and killed the Demon King?

Even the fairy tales imagined by foreigners wouldn't dare to describe it like this!

Even many of the Banshees became agitated again, condemning his madness.

Lamaline was in the lead, also fell silent at this moment.

The scene terrified the soldier so much that he dared not utter a single word.

Until...

Maria's opening.

Is the Demon King very powerful?

Maria's calm voice contrasted sharply with what she said, causing the Banshees to turn their heads to look at the tall woman they had been ignoring.

Then...

They then discovered that Maria was quite beautiful.

What are your thoughts?

Beautiful as they were, the Banshees were not love-struck; they regained their senses in the blink of an eye and asked Maria a question.

Maria, on the other hand, spoke slowly in her calm, even somewhat excessive, voice.

"The Demon King... is not a god."

"In fact, even so-called gods, as long as they truly exist, can still be killed; this is an ironclad law that no living being can escape."

"I've read books about Sarkaz. In one book that specifically studied Sarkaz, there were three whole pages filled with dense records of all the Demon Lords over the past few thousand years... And among them were countless records without names or dates, records of Demon Lords whose very existence has vanished without a trace."

Maria looked up at all the Banshees present.

"The title of 'Demon King' is just a name, constantly changing before everyone's eyes... I haven't seen any Demon King recorded as having departed peacefully..."

"The vast majority of demon lords died in war."

"If that's the case, then why can't you accept the current situation?"

Maria calmly looked at everyone present.

"This is just... the Demon King has died on the battlefield once again."

"Exactly the same as what has happened over the past thousand years..."

Maria's voice was not loud, and her words were not provocative; she calmly explained everything she had read in the book.

These words gradually calmed the Banshees's restless emotions.

Those who are here are not impulsive people; they know that Maria is right.

For centuries, the Sarkaz have repeatedly rebuilt their Kazdel, facing repeated attacks and destruction from other nations...

They themselves could hardly remember how many times Kazdel had been rebuilt, or how many times the walls had withstood artillery fire.

This time is no different.

A national attack, the Demon King's death, and their homeland is once again on the verge of destruction...

It has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

This time, however, it happened too fast...

For a moment, the entire scene fell silent.

Even the most radical Banshees were speechless.

But some people still couldn't accept it. One stubborn Banshees stood up and looked at her companion.

"Then... what about the Royal Court Army?!"

"Even if the front lines have collapsed, the Royal Court Army should have returned with the Demon King's corpse, but we haven't received any news..."

Banshees spoke, her voice gradually faded.

She also knew that the Sarkaz era was long gone.

The Sarkaz were once so brave and skilled in battle that, on average, it took three to four soldiers from other races to hold back an ordinary soldier.

Not to mention those high-end combat forces.

However, with the development of the times, high-speed warships and all sorts of ridiculously exaggerated cannons appeared, which even the powerful warlocks of Sarkaz could hardly withstand.

On the main battlefield, it is they who need to risk their lives to hold back the enemy.

In other words, it was precisely because of the existence of those powerful warlocks that the Sarkaz were not completely abandoned by the world, and they still exist.

However, this situation is unlikely to continue indefinitely.

Perhaps after this... Kazdel will truly become history, and no one will ever be able to rebuild their homeland...

They finally encountered the very thing their ancestors had feared.

The day of Sarkaz's destruction is fast approaching.

The atmosphere in the meeting room grew increasingly oppressive.

Everyone was filled with anxiety and unease.

At this moment, the leader of the Banshee Court, resolutely raised her head.

She stood up, her tall figure almost as tall as Maria's, and looked down at Maria using the terrain as a way of expressing her defiance.

"Thank you for the information."

"This is a very important matter, and we regret that we cannot provide you with an answer and payment right now."

"You're right, the Demon King's death is not impossible... but it is something that will eventually happen. Sarkaz has endured countless hardships, yet he has never fallen, and this time will be no different!"

As she spoke, her calm words conveyed a strong determination.

She looked at Maria, her eyes filled with determination.

"We hope you will stay here for the next few days; we will arrange food and lodging for you..."

"If you have other relatives or friends, please let us know, and we can take care of them as well."

The Queen of the Banshee Court spoke, while Maria tilted her head.

"Are you trying to... detain me?"

"... Yes."

Seeing Maria bluntly expose her thoughts, Lamaline for a moment before resolutely raising her head.

After believing that the Demon King Yelesh was dead, her first thought was the safety of her district.

After the defensive line collapses, it won't be long before the Allied Forces army is pressing in.

It was impossible for her to launch a large-scale migration of millions of people in such a short period of time, nor could she abandon this 'home' that generations of Banshees had painstakingly built.