Without the Federation's support, even if they declared independence, Britannia would likely occupy them again before long.
Under these circumstances, although quite a few people felt dissatisfied, they could only accept the fact that they had joined the Federation. Many were even celebrating excitedly. No matter what, at least the Federation would not strip them of their country's name, call them "Area 11 people," or treat them differently. For the citizens at present, that was already enough.
What happened on this small island also drew the attention of the whole world. Everyone was now waiting to see how the Britannian Empire would respond. If the Britannian Empire insisted on continuing the fight, it would mean an all-out war with the Federation. But... would they really do that?
Fang Zheng was not worried about it in the slightest.
"Continue blockading the coast and the ports. Do not allow anyone in or out. If Britannia dares to cause trouble, attack them directly without reporting to me first."
"Yes, Your Highness!"
Upon hearing Fang Zheng's order, General Cao respectfully gave a military salute, then turned and left.
To the Federation, Fang Zheng's performance in this battle, along with the appearance of that divine dragon, had practically become legend. Many within the Federation now regarded Fang Zheng as its protector and treated him with utmost respect. If Fang Zheng wanted to become emperor, probably fewer than one in ten thousand people would rise up to oppose him.
In fact, even Son of Heaven herself...
"Imperial Brother, do you truly not want it?"
"Of course not, Your Majesty. This is your responsibility."
Looking at Son of Heaven's cute little face on the communication screen, Fang Zheng gave a bitter smile. He had no interest in becoming emperor, nor did he want to become Son of