Everyone, Draw Your Swords!

In less than two short years after Long Yu and Yuan Long's passing, the Empire seemed to enter a fast track.

Yanhuang Calendar, Year 218.

The Imperial Academy of Sciences developed the Empire's heavy weapon, the Star of Light missile.

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Yanhuang Calendar, Year 221, the first generation Fuxi computer was born.

Yanhuang Calendar, Year 223.

The Imperial Academy of Sciences also made a breakthrough in atomic energy research, which had been studied for many years. It was estimated that within a few decades, the nation-stabilizing divine artifact would be ready to emerge.

As the thirty-year deadline drew closer, the massive machine of the Yanhuang Empire operated at full speed, as if blessed by the fortune of heaven and earth, guided by divine aid.

For a time, various departments of the Imperial Academy of Sciences made successive breakthroughs in their research, rapidly completing finished products and deploying them for civilian use.

This brought earth-shaking changes to the Empire.

Towering skyscrapers rose, televisions gradually entered thousands of homes, and crude communication phones slowly spread through society.

Yanhuang Calendar, Year 230. Imperial Capital, before the Imperial City.

Ye Chen stood atop the high city wall, looking down at the sea of people below—an endless crimson ocean stretching as far as the eye could see. The satisfaction in his eyes was impossible to hide.

"This is the Empire I built."

Below.

"Xiao Yun, look quickly, it's the Emperor, the Emperor has come out! I've grown up but this is the first time I've seen the Emperor so clearly. But the Emperor really does look as young as the legends say—not at all like an old man over two hundred years old."

Beside her, Chen Yun was gripping the Empire's Star Banner, with three blue stars pasted on her cheek. At this moment, her gaze was fixed on the figure on the city wall.

Her eyes burned with fervor.

She too had grown up hearing the legends of Ye Chen. Her bedroom was plastered with posters and photos of him, bought at great expense from various sources since childhood. In her heart, Ye Chen was her faith. Now, seeing the real Ye Chen in person, how could she not be fervent?

"Xiao Xin, do not be disrespectful to the Emperor."

Xu's Mother, standing behind Xu Xin, heard her daughter's treasonous words and immediately slapped the back of her head.

"Ouch! Mom, I wasn't being disrespectful to the Emperor! I just said the Emperor is over two hundred years old and still looks so young—I didn't say anything wrong."

Rubbing her sore head, Xu Xin pouted at her mother.

"The Emperor is an undying deity, of course he doesn't age."

As she spoke, Xu's Mother gazed at Ye Chen with a dreamy expression.

"Alright, stop your chattering. Look, the Kunpeng Squadron is coming."

Xu's Father interrupted the mother-daughter conversation, pointing excitedly at the sky.

In the eastern sky, several small black dots appeared, rapidly growing larger.

At the same time, the announcer's soaring voice echoed across the square.

"Everyone can see that what is flying swiftly from the eastern horizon is the Empire's Air Force, the Kunpeng. This is their first public appearance since their creation. As the saying goes, 'The Kunpeng spreads its wings, riding the wind, soaring ninety thousand miles straight up.' This Kunpeng Squadron consists of 108 Kunpeng fighter jets, embodying the number of the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Sha. Its meaning is to guard the Yanhuang as they ascend to the nine heavens, with the stars as companions, and the Empire eternal..."

"So cool! And there's a rainbow too! Dad, I want to be an Imperial pilot when I grow up, okay?"

"If you want to be a pilot, you have to study hard at school, listen carefully in class, do your homework, and obey your parents at home. Otherwise, disobedient children can't become pilots."

"Ah! I have to listen to you, Dad? Then forget it, I don't want to be..."

"You little brat! Is listening to your dad really that hard? I think you're just asking for a spanking..."

As the Kunpeng Squadron made its debut, when it passed overhead, a liquid scattered across the sky and earth, and instantly a massive seven-colored rainbow appeared above the crowd.

Seeing this, the people couldn't help but marvel in awe.

This was a Rainbow Potion accidentally developed by researchers in the Chemistry Department of the Imperial Academy of Sciences. Its only function was to create rainbows—a purely ornamental technology.

On the city wall, Ye Chen wore a black Star Robe, with the Chixiao Sword at his waist. His eyes, deep as an abyss, watched the Kunpeng Squadron in the sky.

This was the first time the Kunpeng had been displayed since its formation. And honestly, it looked quite impressive.

He just didn't know how effective it would be in actual combat, but he figured it couldn't be too weak.

After all, in this era, this squadron was practically a bug—a dimensionality reduction strike.

Then, Ye Chen looked down at the fervent crowd below, clasped his hands behind his back, and spoke calmly.

But before that, Ye Chen spent some Civilization Points from the system to have it amplify his voice—the kind with echoes, like a deity's voice.

After all, this was a pre-war speech, and he absolutely couldn't lose his aura. An ordinary loudspeaker amplification simply wouldn't showcase his status as the empire's sole deity.

So, with the system's help, Ye Chen's voice instantly reached everyone's ears like a sound from the Nine Heavens, echoing long after.

"Thirty years ago, Imperial We set the nationwide war preparation plan. The empire's billions of citizens worked together to forge today's glory. Now, thirty years have passed. All of you, dare to fight?"

"Fight! Fight!! Fight!!!"

Madness, fervor—at this moment, in the Imperial Capital, the voices of millions rose together, shattering the clouds beyond the Nine Heavens.

Meanwhile, in outer space above Blue Star.

A Zhui stood above the Yanhuang Empire, watching the scene below, and couldn't help but shake her head in speechlessness.

"This guy really knows how to brainwash. And these people, they're insane—completely like fanatical believers."

As an Angel, she had seen far too many fanatics who believed in Angels. Their eyes were exactly like those of the people below—utterly mindless.

"Sigh, I really don't know how I ended up falling for this big liar."

Thinking this, A Zhui couldn't help but touch her slightly flushed face.

Sometimes feelings just come out of nowhere, so sudden. At first, it was that guy Ye Chen who got lustful, stole a kiss from her, and got caught red-handed. In the end, somehow, he just broke through her defenses.

Below, in the Imperial Capital.

Ye Chen listened and watched the fighting spirit of the crowd, then burst into laughter.

The next moment, he drew the Chixiao Sword from his hand and looked at everyone. "All of you, draw your swords!!"

"Clang!!"

The soldiers below drew their swords from their waists in perfect unison. The citizens also raised their Star Nation flags high, staring at him with fervent expressions.

"Hail the Emperor, eternal be the empire."

Finally, Ye Chen began laying out the next plan.

In the end, it was all set: the war would begin in one month.

After everything was arranged, it was already very late. Returning to the Imperial Palace, Ye Chen plopped down onto a chair, abandoned all decorum, and downed a cup of tea in one gulp.