Stand Up, Transformers

An Yang felt a surge of emotion too, but it naturally could not compare to these people who had struggled in the death quagmire of the apocalypse for years!

These people might have danced cheek-to-cheek with the Grimfoot, suffered torments comparable to hell, or seen the loves of their lives turned into zombie food with their own eyes. Some had even watched family and friends turn into zombies before shattering their skulls with their own hands, and their visceral understanding of this disaster far surpassed anything An Yang could imagine.

But regardless, all of this was about to end.

Together, they welcomed the rise of a new empire!

Probably only those who survived in such an environment knew best how precious stability was, and knew best how to be grateful to him—

Had it not been for An Yang, the disaster would have continued even longer!

Zombies were constantly evolving and becoming increasingly difficult to deal with. Even if humanity could catch a breath, it would take a protracted war to secure a peaceful situation, but by then, heritage would likely have been left with next to nothing!

From this perspective, An Yang could well be called a great man.

Citizens marched and cheered in the streets, singing, dancing, and drinking in the squares through the night. Personnel from the Defense Department and the Public Security Department stood watch overnight to ensure public order, occasionally joining in the celebrations. Meanwhile, in the grand hall beyond the reach of ordinary people, celebrations and cheers also continued all night. Military officers and government dignitaries toasted one another, drinking until their faces were flushed red, while the singing and dancing performances on stage dazzled the eye.

This day had not come easily, and An Yang gave them a rare indulgence, letting them share