Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Whether it was other War Gods or the Imperial Army, they all thoroughly understood the details of the Violet and Blood Clan incident.

"Great High Priest Loren, we are willing to unconditionally surrender to you."

A whole group of Imperial officers said so.

"Wait, why surrender to me?"

Loren asked, pointing at himself in shock.

From his perspective, he was really just inexplicably rescued today and then kept on fighting, and then after finishing, it turned out like this. He had no idea what exactly had happened over these two months!

They should surrender to the Council nations!

How could this public matter be reduced to a personal one?

"Did you stop Hesintos not to start a revolution and proclaim yourself emperor?"

The Fifth War God, Yunmu Lujia Ye De, looked at Loren in surprise.

As a healer, he was now completely convinced of Loren's character and style. Even if representing the Empire's surrender to Loren, he had no complaints.

This kind of complete reversal in a desperate situation could not be achieved without the detailed planning of an entire team, and Loren, being the main combat force, was still acting like he didn't get the situation? Is this real or fake?

The Eighth War God, Kang Ze'er, also scratched his head, feeling that Loren was probably the person most bewildered after the battle, or perhaps the only honest person who hadn't been informed by the team.

"I truly hope there's a chance to spar with you moving forward. Even if I die at your hands, I have no complaints. Before that, you can give us orders."

The Seventh War God Philip of Blood Jade folded his arms, acknowledging the strong.

"Hold on, Migaya, Almis, what on earth is going on here?"

Loren tried to look through the barrier to ask his old friends, but both Migaya and the Bingxue Witch averted their gaze awkwardly.

Migaya and the Bingxue Witch both understood what was necessary.

At this moment, there must be someone with enough intimidation to settle this overly complicated aftermath, and now the strongest person with both council nation and Empire's intimidation was undoubtedly the Ninth-order Loren.

"Don't say anything more, just go up there."

Director Simon Rodian directly pushed Loren to the broken imperial palace altar, and Jasper immediately commanded the Mechanical Corps to sound the memorial throne.

They had to quickly send Loren up there. Later, even if they had to sign a defeat treaty with the Northern Alliance countries, they could treat it leniently due to Loren's face. It was much better than directly surrendering to the Northern Alliance countries.

If they couldn't push Loren up there, it would be South Crayney's Empire in a hurry.

Whether it was the Holy Emperor or the Pope, they needed to pull Loren into their open Crayney Empire camp.

"Unparalleled royal power, imperial faith!"

From the Imperial General to the officers, from the Imperial officers to every part of the Imperial Army, the resounding slogan was shouted aloud.

This seemed to be the slogan that Professor Landry from the Empire's Special Operations Department often had on his lips. Over time, it spread within the military, and it turned out Professor Landry was on the Allied Forces' side, but it didn't matter anymore, as the war was ending. Everyone becomes like brothers, achieving world unity.

The War Gods led the way, so they followed suit.

Loren: "???"

Loren was crowded by people around, as if there was a sense of responsibility, for the sake of peace, he could only accept it.

He was still in a daze.

On the mechanical throne, Loren looked as if he just woke up, and the black cat on his head was equally bewildered.

"How did I become the Guardian Beast of an enemy country, meow?"

The Cat Boss started getting frightened.

It never expected that it actually fulfilled its wish to become the most eye-catching Divine Beast in the end.

But it was at the pinnacle of the Empire.

Finally, Loren looked at these overly enthusiastic Imperial people and those insensible individuals outside the barrier.

"You all really caused me bitter trouble."

He covered his face, offering a sad smile.

"..."

The feeling that no one can speak, no one can say anything, only to bear and carry it alone, moved the surrounding Imperial Army without knowing why Loren had such an expression at this moment.

Behind the glory, carved a path of loneliness.

The Imperial Army all sincerely and admiringly cheered for Loren.

"In a person's life, there are three stages to go through — doubting Loren, understanding Loren, Great High Priest Loren is creating an immortal epic."

Abigail from the top of the Voice of Truth group whispered the news article she had read.

Apparently, what was said wasn't wrong.

Although Loren himself might not be willing, ever since a certain point, his life gradually became out of his control.

Abigail temporarily set down the camera, glanced at the distance, and picked it up again with one hand.

"This camera has been capturing important commemorative scenes. By now, it should have nearly completed its work."

Abigail filmed with the lens,

"But in the future, I will continue to film everyone, continue to capture many joyful everyday moments, so let's create more memories worth cherishing."

She turned the lens behind her, no longer pointing at the noisy battlefield center.

Immediately, Tolyado's face blocked the screen.

He seemed to be deliberately squeezing into the frame.

"Hurry up and get ready for the script of the half-witch chapter of the Chronicle of the Holy War, I'm going to direct."

Abigail kicked Tolyado, unceremoniously.

"I'm a wounded soldier, please don't kick me, okay?"

Tolyado hopped on one leg, jumping a few times.

"Even if I kicked with full power, I couldn't hurt you, a big member of the Great Demon Clan."

Abigail didn't use any force, not bothering with this mischievous Bishop, just moving the camera.

In the shot, Talia's figure soon appeared again.