But before anyone could give the matter further thought, a grand, rolling sound came from the footage.
At first, it was the people inside the palace shouting fanatically. Then came those outside the palace, and after that, armies all over the world—regardless of race or skin color.
Thousands, tens of thousands, tens of millions—all of them raised fanatical cries at that moment: "Glory to His Majesty the Emperor!"
"Glory to His Majesty the Emperor!"
"Glory..."
At that moment, nearly five-thousandths of the world's population raised their fervent voices, declaring their loyalty.
Five-thousandths might seem like a small proportion, but with ten billion people worldwide, that meant fifty million!
And they were not fifty million ordinary people, but the five-thousandths who represented humanity's greatest violence and controlled the allocation of nearly ninety-nine percent of all resources in human society.
The weight represented by that five-thousandths completely surpassed that of the other nine-hundred-ninety-five thousandths.
This was something that had never happened before, and something terrifying beyond measure.
Absolute violence, coupled with absolute resources—the war potential possessed by this Empire, forcibly cobbled together over just a few short days, was something no era could have imagined.
"Could it be..."
Even Wang Sheng, an apostle of the battlefield who had weathered countless storms, was no longer merely trembling in body. His mind itself had begun to tremble.
"To stamp an ideological brand onto fifty million people—what kind of madness is that?!"
"What exactly does he want to do?!"
Once again, Wang Sheng voiced his question.
Clearly, the scene before him was not one of humanity's upper echelons yielding to violence. Violence could indeed unify the world, but it could never do so this quickly, nor make everyone so "united as one."
True, it was only five-thousandths united as one, but that five-thousandths was