After sacrificing to the Plane Will and gaining its approval, Logo was successfully crowned Emperor of the Golden Empire. Having gone through this process, aside from anything else, from ancient times to the present, no emperor of any empire has been able to surpass him in terms of legitimacy and orthodoxy.
At the national level, legitimacy is a crucial factor, vital for collective cohesion, a point particularly evident in the many officials who have undergone sacrificial ceremonies.
Perhaps they themselves didn't realize that it was through this sacrificial ceremony that they truly began to integrate into this newly born nation and were willing to dedicate their efforts to it.
As a nation that operates under both imperial and Federation, the first imperial council after the coronation was of considerable importance.
After finishing up the final work of the sacrificial ceremony, Prime Minister Tarlov had his spellcasters use teleportation magic to instantly send him back to the Imperial Palace.
The other officials followed suit.
As the first unified nation in the history of the Elven Plane, the Golden Empire will undoubtedly leave a significant mark on history, and those of us who exist as subjects will also get a share of the spoils.
Even if my body cannot live forever, my name will be Immortal.
When Tarlov arrived at the Imperial Palace with a large group of officials, court officials rushed forward and inspected them with a special instrument. Only after completing the routine procedures were they allowed to enter.
As the chief steward of the palace, Balielunduo was now disguised as a half-human, half-wolf, dressed in a specially made, magnificent robe, holding a long sword-shaped ceremonial object in his hands.
Every country has objects that symbolize power, and the symbol of imperial power for the Golden Empire was this bright yellow jade sword, less than a meter long.
Under normal circumstances, the jade sword was held by the prime minister, representing the emperor's trust.
Tarlov kept his mission in mind, bowed respectfully, and raised his hand to receive the jade sword.
Just then, a large hand grabbed him from behind. Tarlov whirled around, about to erupt in anger, but upon seeing the third eye on the man's forehead, he forcibly suppressed his rage, though he still asked in a somber tone, "Grand Duke Fire Ash, is there something you need that suddenly grabbed me?"
"Wrong, wrong, Your Excellency Prime Minister..." Grand Duke Fire Ash said tremblingly, his legs were weak and his face was bitter.
Seeing this, Tarlov's heart sank, thinking he had made a grave mistake, and he quickly asked, "What happened? What did I do wrong?"
"It wasn't you, it was the sacrificial ceremony just now. According to the traditions of our Gendaya Royal Court, it was missing many steps and had some unnecessary procedures... The officials in charge of ceremonies were negligent and made a grave mistake on such an occasion. They should be severely punished."
As soon as the words were spoken, Tarlov, who had been feeling quite uneasy, was taken aback for a moment, and then a half-smile flashed in his eyes.
However, on the surface, Tarlov coldly grabbed Grand Duke Fire Ash's robes and rebuked him, "Does the Duke mean that the rituals of other ethnic groups are unworthy of sacrificial ceremonies? Heh, His Majesty's meaning is crystal clear: to unite all ethnic groups and jointly build a unified nation, without distinction between us or each other. This is national policy, something already written into the constitution. How dare you oppose it?"
Although Tarlov was just an ordinary person whose Gene Regulation, and he was extremely vulnerable in front of Grand Duke Fire Ash, his anger and overwhelming aura pressed down on Grand Duke Fire Ash's heart as if the sky had collapsed, making him tremble with fear and unable to utter a word.
"Hmph, I'll pretend I didn't hear that. Don't say it again!" Tarlov snorted coldly, turned around and took the jade sword handed to him by the master of ceremonies. He strode into the palace, led by Balielunduo.
Behind them, after Tarlov left, Grand Duke Fire Ash's previous fear and timidity vanished, replaced by a rather gloomy expression. After a dozen seconds, he too walked into the palace.
Logo, dressed in imperial robes, sat upright on the golden throne, with officials below him, each in their proper place.
Depending on the official's rank, each person wore different clothes, which clearly demonstrated the hierarchical order. Ultimately, as a country with imperial characteristics, class was always openly displayed without any attempt to conceal it.
Logo himself never believed that there was absolute equality in the world.
Some are born as True God, overlooking the world, and their wrath leaves corpses strewn across the land.
Some people are so poor that they have no place to stand. They work hard all their lives, but in the end, they may not even have a burial plot.
Some are dying of drought, while others are dying of flooding.
Unless everything is changed from the beginning of Destiny to make everyone the same, there will inevitably be injustice.
But... is that even possible?
And even if it were possible, how terrifying and dark would such a rigidly fixed world be?
Talent, temperament, opportunity... all these differences create the diverse and colorful Astral Realm, but they also forge one insurmountable chasm after another, high walls and barriers, ensuring that only a few can ever rise above the rest.
Logo could do was give his people a relatively equal opportunity. As long as they had talent and were willing to work hard, they could find their place in the Golden Empire, allowing for the flow of people between classes and preventing stagnation.
At least, as long as he is alive, he will never allow the country he created to become a stagnant pool.
Da da da!!
Holding the jade sword Tarlov walked along the central road of the palace. Countless gazes converged on him from all directions, their expressions varied: some were envious, some jealous, some indifferent, and some even confused and aggrieved.
"He's just an outsider, what right does he have to ride roughshod over us Gendaya People? What is His Majesty thinking? How could he give up the position of Prime Minister to the Crimson Alliance?" the Demon Pattern Grand Duke transmitted his voice, his words naturally intended for the other Gendaya high-ranking officials.
These words caused the already unpleasant expressions of the Grand Duke to darken further, and the high-ranking members of the New Blood Faction were also quite dissatisfied.
"Shut up! How dare you question His Majesty's decision? You idiot, did war knock your brains out?" The First Elder, Jin Laken, changed his expression and glared at the Demon Pattern Grand Duke. The latter quickly lowered his head to admit his mistake, but his eyes still held a hint of grievance.
At this moment, the Left Prime Minister Alex interjected, gently advising, "Elder, there's no need to be so angry. The Demon Pattern Grand Duke meant no harm; he simply doesn't understand His Majesty's foresight. That's perfectly normal. After all, His Majesty's thinking transcends our understanding by countless dimensions, just as mortals look up to True God. How could mortals comprehend the thoughts of True God? Don't you agree?"
Upon hearing this, the Grand Elder fell silent for a moment before sighing, "I am not afraid of His Majesty's wrath. His Majesty is all-seeing and understands that the Demon Pattern are inherently crude. But what if others hear this? You must know that the Empire today is not the same as the Royal Court of the past. There are too many eyes watching us, so we must be careful with our words and actions."
Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions became complicated.
Logo's rapid rise has enabled the Gendaya Royal Court to recover from its ruins and enter a period of super-fast development, with its overall strength increasing day by day.
But... the Royal Court ultimately couldn't keep up with Logo's pace, and was even far behind.
Since the founding of the An Alliance, the importance of the Gendaya Royal Court has greatly diminished. Today, the existence of the Gendaya Royal Court is hardly important to Logo.
Rather than saying that the Demon Pattern Grand Duke was resentful because the position of prime minister had fallen into Tarlov's hands, it would be more accurate to say that he felt confused and fearful about the current situation of the Gendaya People, and he was afraid of being abandoned by Logo.
The Royal Court's high-ranking officials, including the Grand Elder, the Left Prime Minister, and the seven Duke, all harbor a Nightmares they'd rather not mention: that... Logo didn't rise to power on Origin Island.
Logo's true homeland is the Sunset Jungle, home to the three clans of Red Maple, Thorn, and White Ape. Did he truly value the Royal Court?
Or rather, is the Royal Court truly important to Logo?
Could Logo have risen to power without the Royal Court?
The first two questions are hard to answer, but the last one is exceptionally clear: even without the Royal Court, Logo would inevitably rise to power.
This is why the Royal Court's high-ranking officials developed a sense of gain and loss, including even the Grand Elder and the Left Prime Minister. However, as the two pillars of the Gendaya Tribe, the latter two could not show weakness in front of other tribesmen.
Silence fell over everyone. After Grand Duke Fire Ash came over, he briefly described the process of testing Tarlov earlier, and the atmosphere became even more tense.
Tarlov's attitude reveals a great deal; the former leader of the Crimson Alliance Alliance also testing the Gendaya People's reaction.
And who knows how many more such tests will be conducted in the future?
Ultimately, the Gendaya People are too weak. If Logo is excluded, the Royal Court is just a kingdom-level power, not even the most powerful among kingdom-level powers, yet it occupies an extremely large amount of benefits.
The Golden Empire is comprised of numerous imperial powers, including Kete, Tia, Winter, the Far North, Pandora, and even the native Golden Kingdom, making the situation extremely dire.
The cake is only so big; if you take an extra bite, it means someone else will have one less bite.
"The key is His Majesty's attitude. Everything else is trivial. If we want His Majesty to value us, the cultivation methods and professional inheritance of the Pureblood Human Race are of utmost importance!" The Grand Elder hit the nail on the head, pointing out the crucial point.
The others nodded in agreement.
"I think from now on, no one should mention the distinction between pureblood and ancient blood. Let's join forces and fully promote the entire clan's cultivation plan."
"And the Alchemy Academy must also be taken seriously. His Majesty is an alchemist; he will surely favor outstanding junior alchemists."
"The population of the White Wolf Kingdom cannot be wasted. Starting today, we must accelerate the process to help them integrate as quickly as possible and expand the size of their tribe."
"..."
Under immense pressure from the influx of external forces, the leaders of the Gendaya People finally began to completely set aside past grievances. The lingering poison from over a hundred years ago was finally eradicated, and a new era belonging solely to the Gendaya People slowly began to unfold.
On the imperial throne, Logo's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile. He had, of course, noticed the discussion between the Grand Elder and the Left Prime Minister, and Logo was quite pleased with it.
He was aware of the Demon Pattern Grand Duke's concerns, but he simply didn't express them openly. Why?
Only through self-reliance can we find a way out!
If the Gendaya People truly rely on his power, become complacent, and fail to develop further, Logo will not hesitate to take drastic measures.
Of course, the Nightmares in the minds of the Left Prime Minister and others were just wishful thinking.
Although Logo emerged from the Sunset Jungle, he would never forget the scene when he was crowned Gendaya King.
Once a king, always a king.
However, this point cannot be told to the elders, lest these fellows become complacent.
You need a whip to run fast!
With all the officials arriving at the palace, the first large-scale imperial council officially convened.
After the officials kowtowed, Logo issued his first imperial edict.
"Empress Qiya Pandoria is hereby appointed."
Upon hearing this decree, the Grand Elder and the Left Prime Minister were immediately overjoyed and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the women of the White Wolf Clan still held His Majesty's heart in their hands, so things weren't so bad after all.
But immediately afterward, Logo's second summons made the Grand Elder and the others feel uneasy.
"Lancelot, the Radiance of Holy Light, is hereby appointed ' War King,' ranking above the Prime Minister. This position is hereditary and grants him the authority to mobilize all the Empire's armies."
After this decree was issued, the officials of the Crimson Alliance were overjoyed.
Subsequently, Logo issued 13 decrees covering various aspects of the country.
Some were happy, some were sad; the atmosphere inside the hall, though subtly tense, became increasingly heated.
In any power structure, infighting is always inevitable, because human nature is always driven by self-interest.
Even if there is an external threat from evil gods, the same applies.
Throughout history, there have been countless instances where, even when a nation was on the verge of collapse, major interest groups continued to engage in fierce infighting.
Of course, as a newly established nation, the Golden Empire has Logo, an emperor whom everyone respects, in charge. Although internal strife is inevitable, it is possible to transform it into a competitive advantage and drive national development if properly guided. And that depends on Logo's own methods.
After all the decrees were issued, Logo looked down at his ministers and said, "In the early days of the nation, there are many complex matters to attend to. Tell me, what should be the primary task?"
Prime Minister Tarlov stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, I believe we should vigorously develop the alchemy industry, build a complete alchemy industrial system, and train alchemists..."
Everyone fell silent as they watched the Prime Minister speaking eloquently at the head of the court.
Standing beside the throne, Balielunduo stared in disbelief at Tarlov, thinking, "If this guy tries to steal my job, am I completely powerless to resist?"
You're the Prime Minister, after all. Is it appropriate to start by flattering him?
After a while, Tarlov finished speaking, and Logo chuckled and shook his head, "You're wrong. Alchemy is important, but it's not the top priority."
"My wisdom is certainly no match for Your Majesty's; please enlighten me," Tarlov said hastily, bowing deeply.
Logo didn't keep them in suspense, stating directly, "The first priority is simple: population! Increase the population at all costs. Golden Star is only a temporary home; sooner or later, we will return to the stars! Population is the Cornerstone of all development!"
Half a day later.
After the first imperial conference since the founding of the nation concluded, officials filed out, dividing into different factions. While these factions appeared clearly distinct, closer observation revealed a fascinating interplay between them, with each faction influencing the others.
Based on the many consensuses reached at the meeting, after leaving the Imperial Palace, the officials of the Empire began to get busy, like individual parts that, once in place, immediately put the entire national machinery into operation at full speed.
Logo, seated high on his throne, slowly closed his eyes, his main consciousness returning to the top of the Nirvana Tower.
"Are you really confident you can open up so many dimensional spaces?" Lancelot asked, his body covered in tubes.
The dimensional space he mentioned is part of Logo's population plan, which aims to create different ecological environments in different spaces to Containment the corresponding ethnic groups to thrive and multiply, rapidly accumulating the population of the empire and preventing the empire from running out of land in advance.
The plan aims to achieve multiple goals, but the only challenge lies in how to open up dimensional spaces on a large scale.
That's not something that can be dealt with by a few hundred or a thousand people.
According to Logo's plan, at least a million-level dimensional spaces would be needed. What an enormous undertaking that would be, and how much space-system material would be required?
"I might not have been able to do it before, but now, I might."
Logo smiled slightly, his expression shrouded in mystery.
"Oh? Judging from your expression, could it be that you've made another major breakthrough in spatial science?"
"More or less. To be precise, there has been a major breakthrough in the Bloodline Avatar aspect."
"Space-Devouring Ring?"
"Good!"
"That's strange, since the Web of Time was clearly in the lead before."
"Time is ultimately unpredictable, and on the spatial side, the Nirvana Tower provided too much assistance, allowing the Space-Devouring Ring bloodline to surpass others and achieve pure bloodline status first."
"So that's how it is..."
Lancelot laughed, "That's good too. Space-type characters have stronger survival abilities and are more suitable for participating in the Fate Supremacy War."
Are you ready to leave?
"Yes, I've already made arrangements with the Starry Sky Will of the Dome of the Stars. As long as the World Origin Force is sufficient, we can bypass Diorus's Divine Realm and ascend directly to the Divine Realm by traversing the omnipresent Star Tracks!"