Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Cold sweat rolled off his pale forehead, dripping onto the ground of the Memorial Square.

If his dream was true, then he might have previously been controlled by a very strong Ninth-order Blood Clan, thereby having his will altered, poised to obey the other party at the critical moment.

Not far from him, in front of the Fourth Military God's Jade Throne.

Yaspeel also felt a sharp pain from her prosthetic eye, as if countless needles were stabbing.

She instinctively wanted to raise her hand to cover it but endured because this was one of the grandest ceremonies of the Cerryti Empire. She, as the Guardian Emperor's war god, held an important position and couldn't lose composure.

She held her breath, striving to maintain an unmovable posture.

The same condition was experienced by Fifth War God Yunmu Lugayard, whose face also looked paler than usual.

As an influential Eighth-order doctor, he could adjust his state better than others.

He felt the medical kit on his back becoming extremely heavy, like it was filled with lead blocks, pressing himself to the point of almost suffocating.

Lugayard observed the square, noticing that not only was he affected, but Eighth War God Haogold Stone Kang Ze'er and Ninth Army God Purple Crystal Ryan also looked slightly unwell.

At this moment in Cret Square, there were ten of the Twelve War Gods remaining.

After the blessing of the God of War and Sword ended, Sixth Army God Shuicang Jade Wellet left regardless, flying to the sky, leaving everyone puzzled and even causing great embarrassment to Emperor Saint Baldo.

Luckily, Hesintos helped smooth things over.

He couldn't feel at ease about Wellet, and after apologizing to Emperor Saint Baldo, he pursued her.

Thus, tonight two war gods were absent, leaving the remaining ten to fulfill their roles protecting the emperor, ensuring the smooth conclusion of the national celebration.

War Gods three, four, five, eight, and nine were in poor condition, but Second Army God Black Obsidian Salon, Seventh Army God Blood Jade Marrow Philip, Tenth Army God Red Tourmaline Julius, Eleventh Army God Jade's Simon Luo, Twelfth Army God Cat's Eye Stone Bianca were still in good state.

They keenly noticed the expressions of their comrades.

Catman Scout Bianca exchanged a worried glance with their strongest in the square, Salon.

"..."

Second Army God Salon remained indifferent with arms folded around the sword, but his eyes were open, ready to use force against any possible changes.

Tenth Army God Julius scanned his gaze over Ge Yate, Yaspeel, and Lugayard.

He was even more prepared for battle than Salon.

At this time, none of them could act recklessly.

As the strongest guardians of the Cerryti Empire, they were responsible for maintaining the immovable image of the war gods on such an important day, avoiding any discourteous actions like those of Wellet and Hesintos.

Any anomaly could incite public fear and suspicion, severely affecting the credibility of the Divine Descendant Hall.

Moreover, they couldn't explain the source of this abnormality.

At this moment, what they could do was address all doubts, listening to the emperor's speech with utmost composure, completing the final ceremony.

Emperor Saint Baldo's loud voice continued to echo through the streets of the entire city-state of Brilda.

As night fell, countless lights adorned Cerryti Memorial Square, as bright as daylight.

"Thank you all very much."

On the terrace of Saint Astore Palace, Emperor Saint Baldo still stood, his eyes full of love and gratitude, his smile like a spring breeze.

"The Cerryti Empire, this ancient civilization, is stepping into a new era with endless glory and mystery."

Emperor Saint Baldo slowly raised his right hand, making the final farewell,

"In the name of the God of War and Sword and the founding Twelve Heroic Spirits, people of Cerryti, bless you."

"Hand in hand towards the future!"

The voices of tens of thousands of Cerryti people converged into a resounding oath, passing through time to the distance, echoing beneath Brilda's night sky, above the waves of the Grande River, and in the heart of every Cerryti person.

The night sky was like a massive cold hole, heavily pressing on Brilda's skies.

In the distance, the blood moon was slowly rising, like a giant ominous red eye watching over Cerryti Memorial Square.

Its light penetrated thin misty clouds, enveloping the entire square in a faint red.

The people immersed in the joyous celebration remained unaware.

"The moonlight is so beautiful."

"Tonight I saw the red moon."

They conversed with pure joy on their faces, talking with their close ones.

"Long live the Cerryti Empire! Long live Emperor Saint Baldo!"

Tens of thousands of citizens still echoed in unison, their voices like unending thunder resounding through the night sky, bidding farewell to Emperor Saint Baldo in the square.

Just then, a sudden Magic Fluctuation disrupted everything.

"Ah-ah——"

Third Army God Ge Yate suddenly let out a scream.

He grasped his head tightly, his face twisted with pain, and terrifying red light flickered in his eyes.

Bloody spiritual energy burst from him, like a soaring poisonous snake, connecting to the distant night sky, his whole body shrouded in an unfathomable shadow, magic power completely out of control.

Immediately afterward, Fourth War God Yaspeel, Fifth War God Lugayard, Eighth War God Kang Ze'er, and Ninth War God Ryan experienced the same change.

They screamed in agony, struggling as if battling the evil spirits within their minds.

But evidently, this time they could no longer awaken briefly as they did before in a miraculous way.