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The next moment, the Sarkaz erupted in a deafening cheer, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down upon them.

The hatred towards Sarkaz immediately dissipated by more than half. Although he had previously wished that all the Sarkaz were dead, then again, Sarkaz did have his merits.

This is equivalent to a miner from the lower district of Beloborg joining the Immortal Ship clan and becoming a high-ranking Immortal Ship Lord, which is incredibly awesome.

Their reverence for Luo Zhen reached its peak, and they wished they could immediately become Luo Zhen's dog.

Only two people present were unhappy. One was Theresis, who could foresee that as soon as this news spread, all the Sarkaz in Terra would be loyal to Rōzen, even if they did not intend to become Sarkaz.

Unwillingness and inability are two different things.

However, he was, after all, someone who was willing to sacrifice himself for Sarkaz. Although the value of his position as regent was greatly diminished, after a brief period of displeasure, he was more relieved about the future of Sarkaz.

The most unhappy one was the Blood Lord. As the ruler of the royal court, he had always been proud of his pure-blooded royal court identity, so of course he could not transform into a Sarkaz, nor would he allow the mixed-blood Sarkaz to do so.

If the lowly mixed-race people all become Sarkaz, who will the adults of the Ten Kings rule?

He angrily rebuked Rōzen: "Are you trying to destroy the Sarkaz?!"

An overwhelming gravitational force descended from the sky, forcing the Blood Demon Lord to his knees. Just as he was about to struggle and escape, he heard Luo Zhen say:

"This area is restricted to Originium Arts only."

His body jolted, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His attempt to split into a large number of bats was also forcibly stopped.

He raised his head, glaring at the guy who had disrupted the harmony of the Sarkaz. The Blood Lord was fearless, Lin. So he was still cursing Luo Zhen:

“Woof woof woof!!!”

The skill is barking like a dog again!

He shut up; it was obvious that this was Luo Zhen's special ability.

Luo Zhen took out his pre-prepared phone and showed him the footage he had just recorded:

"Blood Demon Lord, you don't want this video to spread all over the world, do you? So that everyone on the entire continent of Terra can see you barking like a dog."

The Blood Demon Lord yielded; for a powerful figure like him, disgrace and ruin were more terrifying than death.

"What do you want from me?"

“It’s simple. You go and gather those who oppose me. I’m going to wipe them out in one fell swoop. However, given that the Sarkaz are universally hated, and you are the most infamous Blood Demon in the Sarkaz, people of other races may not want to associate with you. Just gather the old fogies in the Sarkaz.”

The Blood Demon Lord understood: "You want to wipe us all out in one fell swoop?"

"Don't say it so harshly."

Luo Zhen sneered, "Since you're my enemy, don't you have the guts to fight me? Or do you want to be a rat in the gutter for the rest of your life?"

The Blood Demon Lord was powerless to refute. If he wanted to break Rōjin's rule over Sarkaz, he would have to be stronger than him. Otherwise, it would all be empty talk. If he couldn't defeat him even with all his power gathered, he might as well give up and go to sleep.

In fact, he knew perfectly well that since Luo Zhen could easily kill him, then even if all the kings of the royal court were gathered together, they would not be a match for Luo Zhen.

As he left, he heard Rozen declare to the Sarkaz:

"I will provide you with plenty of jobs, you won't need to kill anyone, you'll have enough to eat and wear, Originium Suppression Potions, and school education to teach you to read and learn knowledge."

"To become a Sarkaz, you need to accumulate merits. I will release a certain number of slots every now and then to convert you into Sarkaz. If you don't want to convert, as long as you have the ability, you can also apply for high-paying positions and receive many benefits..."

Luo Zhen's promise seemed particularly convincing in the face of Theresa, who had transformed into Sarkaz, and was met with another round of cheers.

The Blood Lord knew that the tide had turned. With immense power, a benevolent heart, and a legitimate religious claim, he was practically a living god, a divine being born. It would be perfectly normal for such a person to unify Terra.

"I intend to become a Sarkaz again."

After the cheers subsided, Theresa said to Rozen, "The Sarkaz have not yet found their homeland, nor have they achieved true peace. Until their wish is fulfilled, I hope to accompany everyone as a Sarkaz."

Luo Zhen fully respected her wishes and had the PCS system revoke Sarkaz's identity. The Sarkaz who witnessed this scene were filled with overwhelming respect for her. She actually gave up her Sarkaz status for the sake of the Sarkaz community. It was so touching.

The news that Sarkaz could be registered in the Sarkaz system quickly spread throughout Terra. Even the Sarkaz in Kazdel knew about it, and large numbers of people began to gather in Victoria.

The Blood Demon Lord returned to Kazdel and gathered the remaining lords of the royal courts. The number of them was not large, as the ten royal courts were in a state of ruin.

The Balrog has long since lost its purebloods; the Wendigo only has Patriot left, who is loyal to Rhodes; the Banshee's court lord, Logos, is a man and is still on Rhodes Island; the Lich is living in seclusion in Letania…

The only ones who could be gathered at the moment were a few big cats and a few small cats. Fortunately, there was the invincible King of Carrion, Niezilei, who was currently the most powerful ruler of the royal court. Unfortunately, he still couldn't defeat Luo Zhen.

"Then why not surrender? If you don't like the sound of surrendering, you can just leave it alone."

The Shapeshifters suggested that they are the most unique branch of the Sarkaz Royal Court. They are the oldest beings in the Sarkaz Royal Court, possessing the ability to mimic others. Different individuals can share information, and they are rare creatures on Terra that have retained their original appearance without being affected by Originium.

Even though she held a seat in the royal court, she remained detached, acting as an observer of the Terra continent. She had no interest in the so-called glory of Tikkaz and simply offered suggestions.

Blood Lord was unwilling to accept this: "Are we just going to watch the Sarkaz fall apart like this?"

"You can't beat him anyway. Besides, based on my observation, Sarkaz is definitely stronger in his hands than in yours."

The Blood Demon Lord has become too powerful. Lies won't hurt anyone; the truth is the sharpest weapon. As the ruler of the royal court, he can neither defeat the enemy nor win the hearts of the people.

"He is hailed as the Messiah who saves the world, the Son of God recorded in the Sakotas."

Niezire's voice was hoarse, "Shapeshifter, your clones are all over the world. Have you gathered any relevant intelligence? Will he really save the Sarkaz? Or is it another method, a means to exterminate the Sarkaz?"

He lived a long life, witnessed the suffering of the Sarkaz, and had deep-seated hatred for other races, making it difficult for him to trust people of other races.

“We are not sure about other things, but two things are certain: he does not discriminate against the Sarkaz. He started protecting the rights of infected people in Lungmen, and the Sarkaz were not treated differently.”

The shapeshifter said, "As for whether he is the Holy Son, we cannot provide evidence, but it is true that he quelled the natural disaster with a single sentence. We have compatriots in Abrahana's ranks who witnessed all of this."

The Blood Demon Lord also looked solemn: "When I fought him before, he was also able to seal my Originium Arts."

The expressions of all the royal court rulers present became serious. Apart from the gods, the giant beasts, and the beast lords, who could rely on their own power, other races who wanted to become powerful had to rely on Originium Arts.

The Sarkaz, in particular, possess extremely strong Originium adaptability and immense power in their Originium Arts. This alone is enough to cripple them; even the strongest physical strength has its limitations.

"Perhaps we should show him the value of Sarkaz."

Even if it were Nezile, he wouldn't want to make an enemy of such a person without a reason. After all, Luo Zhen wasn't a god's person and had no blood feud with the Sarkaz. If he could really accept the Sarkaz and let them live a better life, then submitting to them wouldn't be so hard to accept.

"The twin queens of Letania are joining forces with the nobles of other countries to assassinate Luo Zhen."

Shapeshifters are found all over the world. They can easily mimic others and freely share information. If they weren't always detached from their kind as bystanders, they would be invincible as advisors to the Demon King.

"Then let us present His Majesty the Messiah with a great gift."

Niecilei asked, "Where is the Messiah?"

"He is in Kasimir."

The shapeshifter said, "He is holding a horse girl competition, intending for the final winner to become the king of Kazimierz and rule the country."

Is this really so frivolous?

Niecilei retracted his previous statement; this Holy Son seems a bit unreliable.

Chapter 122 Marna as a racehorse girl? / Little Platinum's report.

The Kazimierz Horse Girl Contest is in full swing with preparations.

After Luo Zhen kicked the ruling council and the business association of Kazimierz to death, he successfully took over the country and enthusiastically launched the Horse Girl Contest.

All those who aspire to become the King of Kazimierz must participate in this tournament and compete for the championship.

"Isn't this a bit too frivolous?"

Beside Luo Zhen, Margaret, codenamed Lin Guang, advised him, "Being powerful doesn't necessarily make you a good emperor."

"The main purpose of holding the horse girl competition is to attract more attention and let those who are trying to assassinate me infiltrate and make full preparations."

Luo Zhen explained, "As for the emperor of Kazimierz, if he is unwilling to lead Kazimierz to a better future and implement my policies, he is merely a figurehead sitting on the throne, without any real power. The entire continent of Terra will operate according to my will."

Hearing this, Margaret was relieved. Facts had proven that only under Luo Zhen's leadership could they live a good life. He was too high-ranking to care about petty gains and would not exploit the people.

As for the person who assassinated Luo Zhen, she was not worried. Luo Zhen had already demonstrated his strength, enough to protect the safety of the people while killing all the opponents. That was something that no human could withstand.

However, Kazimierz is ultimately her homeland. If she had a choice, Margaret would not want to choose a useless, ungrateful person who would oppose Rōjin and then be sidelined or even chopped off. That would damage the reputation of Rōjin and Kazimierz.

"Lord Luo Zhen, may I participate in this competition?"

If she comes herself, she can not only share Luo Zhen's burdens, but also personally lead her hometown to become better, which is a win-win situation.

"Anyone who is a horse girl can participate."

Luo Zhen said, "Of course you meet the requirements."

Margaret rushed to the registration site immediately.

She wasn't the only one who shared this idea; her aunt Zofia, her sister Maria, and—her uncle Marna.

At the registration site for the Uma Musume Contest, Manna is queuing up. The Uma Musume Contest is not without its requirements. First of all, you have to be strong enough. If you can't even jump 10 meters while carrying 400 kilograms of weight, don't embarrass yourself here. Your body is too weak and you are not qualified to participate.

The second hurdle is combat strength. It requires the intervention of Gu Zhuhuang, an elite Rhodes Island operator, the granddaughter of the former Grand Tutor of the Great Yan Dynasty, codenamed Huang. The two sides must fight against each other and must withstand her full power for at least ten minutes.

This is, after all, a world with extraordinary powers. If you are too weak, others will assassinate you directly. You won't even be able to hold out until the guards come to rescue you. Such a person is not qualified to become a king.

These two conditions were normal, and Marna easily passed them with his abilities. So he went to the registration point, but his registration was rejected.

"why?"

Marna found it strange. Having been a corporate slave for so long, his first thought was whether he should bribe someone. He never expected that such a murky situation would exist under the command of that so-called messiah!

But when he actually tried to slip the money to the staff, it was sternly returned to him.

"My education doesn't support me doing this kind of thing."

He assumed they were complaining about the low pay, and Arturo, acting as a staff member, pointed to the banner above:

"Didn't you see? This is a horse girl competition. You're a guy, so of course you don't qualify as a horse girl."

Marna was shocked. He never expected that what would ultimately stop him was gender! Was this a selection of an emperor for Kazimierz or a selection of a consort for that holy son?

It's so dark, even darker than taking money to do something.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, he heard Arturo speak again, with an undisguised smile: "Of course, His Holiness the Holy Son has no intention of excluding men. As long as you dress up as a horse girl, you can pass through."

"As long as it looks like a horse girl!"

Marna was stunned. Did this mean he was going to dress as a woman?

"Not only do you have to wear women's clothing, but you also have to wear makeup."

Arturo, with a halo above his head, was clearly a Sarkaz, but his smile resembled that of a demon. "After all, to look like a horse girl, you can't just wear clothes."

Marna couldn't accept this. He wasn't that power-hungry. He participated in the competition to eliminate those who might have a negative impact on Kazimierz, but he didn't want to dress up as a woman.

"Are you really leaving?"

Arturo whispered, "Just dress like a horse girl, you know what that means? Even if your race isn't Kuranta, as long as you disguise yourself, you can still participate."