Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

After the Blood Clan turmoil three days ago, it was thought that everything had calmed down.

But now it seems that even deeper terror forces are about to descend.

The residents of Brilda can no longer endure such chaos.

However, with Hesintos present, they still feel a sense of security.

Hesintos has become the strongest being in the entire empire, even the entire South Continent of our time, the only one who has entered the Divine Realm. Even if that Ancestor of the Blood Clan returns, the empire's people now believe Hesintos will wipe out the ancient Evil Spirits with the Seross Spirit Sword.

"..."

Hesintos no longer looks at the laurel in front of him, his gaze shifts to the center of the square.

The stronger the person present, the clearer they can feel the aura emanating from this group of white-robed figures.

Such power even makes the War Gods present feel a hint of perplexity.

The brows of the Third Army God, Seat of Entwined Agate's Gaiat, are tightly furrowed.

Most of this group are at least Eighth-order Strongmen.

Moreover, some among them give the feeling of being no less than the War Gods.

Even on the battlefield of the Allied Forces, it is rare to gather so many of the top-tier strongest beings of this era.

And if it truly is a gathering of strongmen from the Allied Forces, then appearing here today is undoubtedly a long-planned infiltration of Brilda, plotting something that could easily harm the entire capital.

Among the populace, panic and unease begin to spread.

"Why come again?!"

"I won't join the excitement anymore!"

"Better to keep a distance."

The startled empire people instinctively want to retreat and flee from the square.

The fear from three days ago, still vividly in their minds, turns into an invisible hand clutching tightly at everyone's heart.

Near the stage side of the Cret Memorial Square close to the Imperial Palace.

"Sirs, may I know the reason for your esteemed presence?"

Hesintos' gaze never leaves these unexpected guests. Those appearing here today, even without asking, can be guessed to be enemies here to disrupt.

But as the populace has not yet left, it would be unsuitable for him to act too impulsively.

He grips the Seross Spirit Sword, and the light on the blade grows fierce.

Above the center of the square, the leading white-robed figure does not immediately respond.

The white-robed Pope merely slightly raises his head, his gaze from behind the mask as sharp as a torch, seemingly intending to penetrate Hesintos.

That gaze appears judgmental.

"Hesintos Orugia, citizen of the Cerryti Empire attempting coronation, we are summoned by a divine oracle to witness this moment."

After a pause, he finally speaks,

"You are not the rightful emperor, please return the throne to the legitimate heir of the Cret Royal Family, maintaining world order and normal operation."

The white-robed Pope's words echo like thunder across the square, even residents withdrawing from afar tremble at them.

A divine oracle?

Which god possesses such great power?

And why decree a divine oracle at this moment?

Among the crowd, speculation and doubt intertwine into a giant web, discussions continue amidst the chaos.

Some begin to recall ancient prophecies, but more prevalent is an unutterable unease and fear.

This white-robed Pope doesn't seem like part of a normal religion, more like a heretical Pope!

...

Meanwhile, the attention to the Cerryti Empire's coronation ceremony among allied nations begins to sharply rise.

In front of the open-air square at Ichrite Academy, this is the most direct manifestation.

The scene's changes quickly attract the attention of numerous faculty and students.

Anyone passing by, even those originally not intending to pay much attention to the Cerryti Empire's coronation ceremony, find themselves unable to resist stopping.

Without needing to think, they know that the current broadcast viewership rate within the Kingdom Alliance's range will undoubtedly start to explode exponentially!

This upheaval may be panic for the empire's people.

But for the allied nations, amidst suspicion and dread, there's a hint of hope.

"Even if a mysterious force with unclear intentions descends, as long as they're willing to help us fight Hesintos, it's a good thing."

The Ichrite students say in unison.

One could even dream that should they fight to mutual exhaustion, it would be a divine blessing for the Kingdom Alliance.

Because the residents of allied nations have already developed excessive fear towards the might of Hesintos, the absolute strongman of the empire's forces.

As the white-robed Pope said, it's a terrifying imbalance; if Hesintos wishes to slaughter from south to north, no one can truly stop him.

Lavisseir perks up, lifting her lazy eyelids.

Her journalist radar is buzzing.

The image continues on.

In the half-air near the populace side of the Cret Memorial Square.

Behind the white-robed Pope, other clergy members also exchange glances with the War Gods.

The terrifying pressure brings unprecedented stress to the ordinary empire residents fleeing backward.

They thought the gathering of the Twelve War Gods already represented the Cerryti Empire's pinnacle of martial strength, only to find an unknown force, with an unknown number of Eighth-order Strongmen.

The unknown, sometimes when it reaches a certain level, transforms into fear.

The pressure, like an invisible boulder, weighs on everyone outside the square.

This mysterious white-robed Pope astonishingly demands Hesintos to give up the throne and return it to the so-called "legitimate heir"!

"Why does your excellency consider me illegitimate?"

Hesintos awaits Simon Luo to reinforce the barrier around Cret Memorial Square and the residents to retreat as far as possible, in the interval between, leisurely questions the white-robed figure.