Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

"Hesintos."

The Eleventh Military God Jade, Simon Luo, who temporarily replaced Violet as the Priest, stepped forward holding an ancient tome, smiling as he recited the name Hesintos.

It was the laws and creeds of the Cerryti Empire, and the cover of the tome was inlaid with teardrop-shaped gems, symbolizing the light of truth in the Elsayia Holy Domain.

The coronation ceremony should have been presided over mainly by the High Priest of the Elsayia Holy Domain, but Violet had unfortunately been killed a few days ago, and none of the remaining Moon God Priests from the Saint Kray Temple could bear such a significant role. Therefore, Simon Luo, as a fellow deity and the Storm and Freedom God's Chief, assumed Violet's duties.

"Hysentos Orugia."

After Simon Luo, the Chief, uttered the name Hesintos, he devoutly opened the tome, and a solemn voice rang out, echoing in the sky above the square,

"Do you swear to follow the laws of the ancestors and, as the Cret Emperor, undertake the governance of the state, protecting its citizens?"

"I, Hysentos Orugia, pledge with my life and honor that I will wholeheartedly protect the Cret Empire, guard every inch of its land, and each of its citizens. My sword will forever fight for justice; my heart will always beat for the people. The Destiny of the Cret Empire is my destiny; its future is my future. From this moment onward, until eternity."

Hesintos' voice was firm and powerful, resembling both an oath and a promise.

"Are you able to, regardless of day or night, rank or station, treat every Citizen of Cret fairly?"

"Are you willing to stand forth when Cret is threatened, using your life and honor to forge a leader's testimony?"

Simon's questions came one after another, and the coronation ceremony proceeded in an orderly fashion.

To each question, Hysentos responded with unwavering conviction.

Hysentos' voice seemed to pierce through time and space, reaching the heart of every Cret Empire citizen even beyond Brilda and Botswana Province.

Simon Luo, the Chief, closed the tome and loudly addressed the crowd—

"Citizens of Cret, do you accept Hysentos Orugia as your King and the Emperor of Cret?"

"Hail Emperor Hesintos!"

An overwhelming shout erupted from the crowd, voices of millions combining into the most majestic symphony.

The sound reverberated through the heavens, echoing in every corner of the capital, Brilda, carrying the aspirations of countless Cret people.

"Now, in the name of the ancestor's Heroic Spirits and the citizens of Cret, I crown Hysentos Orugia as the Emperor of the Cret Empire. May his reign endure, and may the Cret Empire thrive forever!"

Simon Luo, the Chief, turned to Hysentos, lifting the laurel crown, his voice like an oracle, inviolable.

The air was filled with the festive fervor, and the sunlight cast a golden hue over everything.

At that moment, the sky suddenly brightened.

What was once a sky covered by clouds and fine snow seemed to clear somewhat.

The people felt that such an auspicious sign was divine protection for the birth of the new Cret Emperor.

As the entire square fell silent, everyone held their breath, witnessing this sacred moment.

The laurel crown was steadily brought towards Hesintos by Simon Luo.

At that instant, it seemed as if a sacred light shone down from the heavens, illuminating Hesintos.

A rift suddenly appeared in the sky.

The rift was so deep and long that it almost split the sky.

Surrounding clouds were torn apart, and whirlpool-like cloud formations began to rapidly rotate, forming a massive void.

A blinding white light spilled from the rift, illuminating the entire Cret Square.

The light was so intense that it was impossible to look directly at it.

People instinctively raised their arms, shielding their eyes. The air, once filled with joy, quickly cooled, and the cheers gradually died down, replaced by a feeling of unease.

Smiles froze on the faces of the crowd, replaced by confusion and caution.

The more sensitive individuals exchanged glances and murmured among themselves, unsure of what was happening.

It turned out that the earlier brightening of the sky was not an illusion, but as if something was about to descend.

An ominous premonition shadowed everyone.

It wasn't long before they saw.

In that light, a dozen figures descended slowly.

The intense light obscured their faces, only their vague silhouettes visible.

Yet even so, their extraordinary presence could be felt.

These figures were clad in pure white robes, like deities and angels.

And the leading figure seemed more like a Pope, wearing the unique pure white Pope's robe and a silver-white mask covering the face.

He had a slender build, his demeanor radiating inherent majesty, surrounded by an aura perfectly integrated with the world, as if naturally a gospel preacher, revered by all.

Despite not knowing who they were, the attire of the leading white-robed figure suggested a leader from an ancient religious era, or perhaps the leader of some mysterious organization, crossing time and space, making those present instinctively fearful.

The sudden appearance of these uninvited guests instantly altered the atmosphere of the entire square.

Simon Luo, the Chief, halted the coronation ceremony, and the nine Military Gods in Memorial Square all looked warily at these uninvited guests.

The reason these Military Gods remained here today was to handle any potential unrest.