The system has to be used even if it is pulled

After three years of recuperation, Zhao Yuanlang began the sacred ceremony of the founding of the empire in September.

In the huge square of Sarion's newly built outer city, countless soldiers stood in orderly formations with weapons in hand around the huge imperial monument. Countless princes, nobles, and envoys from other continents sat on both sides of the monument.

Even the elves showed up. Islamdir and Aldarion led a group of Noldor nobles and watched the scene solemnly.

Of course, there are also the subjects of the empire, who are watching the scene with joy.

The three witch prophets wore pure white clothes and olive branches symbolizing peace. They held a scepter in their hands and began to speak slowly: "From Seiz in the easternmost part of the Pendor continent to Windholm in the west, from the Dasha grassland in the south to the misty mountains in the north, they form the beautiful mountains and rivers of the Holy Pendor Empire."

Its sole ruler is His Majesty the Saint Zhao Yuanlang Kavala of the Pende Empire."

Zhao Yuanlang stood on the golden chariot, wearing a white garment symbolizing peace, carrying a golden olive branch, and holding a golden imperial scepter in his hand. He knocked on Nemian who was pulling the chariot, and then the chariot began to move.

Behind him followed ten Griffin Knights, Shadow Knights, ten Lion Knights, ten Falcon Knights, ten Glorious Cross Knights, and ten Wind Knights. They were dressed in gorgeous armor, holding their weapons, and followed their Majesty silently.

As Zhao Yuanlang's carriage was moving, the people of the empire began to cheer. Zhao Yuanlang stroked his mustache and waved to his people who were waving and cheering at him crazily.

"Our great Pendor Empire,

Located on this vast continent.

We sang for her.

Her good name spread far and wide.

In the heart of the empire,

Behind the majestic walls of Sarleon,

It's our Emperor.

He is a god walking among men.

The people's savior, the world's savior.

His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire is mighty and powerful.

Long live, long live, long live."

Many people began to spontaneously sing the imperial songs composed by the bards.

"Soldiers of the Pendor Empire, stand at attention now and pay respect to your Emperor."

Countless soldiers of the empire raised their weapons solemnly and struck their shields hard. Countless cavalrymen raised their lances and bowed their heads to salute their emperor.

Soon, Zhao Yuanlang's carriage arrived in front of the nobles.

"Nobles of the Pendor Empire, please stand up now and pay tribute to the Emperor who gave you a new life."

Countless nobles stood up, knelt on one knee, and expressed their loyalty to their Emperor.

The carriage stopped, Zhao Yuanlang got off the chariot, and strode up the steps below the imperial monument.

"Your Majesty is indestructible. With the witness and blessing of the sun, moon, stars, and this continent, the Pende Empire is immortal! Please ascend the throne, Your Majesty!"

Zhao Yuanlang walked up to the three prophets, and the three prophets followed Zhao Yuanlang respectfully. Under the imperial monument was Zhao Yuanlang’s golden throne, and the slightly smaller one was the throne of his queen Iris.

Iris held her little daughter in her arms, held her son's hand, and looked at her husband with emotion.

Zhao Yuanlang walked to the golden throne, turned around and waved his hand to his subjects at the steps, signaling them to stand up.

After Zhao Yuanlang sat down, Iris also sat down with two children in her arms. Then the group of nobles stood up and sat in their seats.

"I! Saint Zhao Yuanlang Kavala, the true god walking on earth in Pender, the heir of the Kavala family, and the emperor of the Pender Empire. I swear to all citizens here that I will take on all the responsibilities of governing the Pender Empire, dedicate my life to this sacred cause, and safeguard the health, wealth, life, and dignity of the people of the empire. I will swear my oath with the blood of my enemies."

As Zhao Yuanlang finished his speech, the three prophets began to shout, "Long live His Majesty Saint Zhao Yuanlang Kavala."

"Long live His Majesty Saint Zhao Yuanlang Kavala." *Noble.

"Long live His Majesty Saint Zhao Yuanlang Kavala." *Soldier.

"Long live His Majesty Saint Zhao Yuanlang Kavala." *People.

The soldiers began to clap their weapons nine times. The huge noise stunned the envoys from other continents. They were reconsidering the treaty with the Pender Empire.

Zhao Yuanlang waved his hand to signal them to be quiet, and then the whole square became quiet in an instant.

He walked slowly to Iris, picked up her son Caesar, who was less than three years old, and her daughter Lillian from her arms, and lifted them up.

"My eldest son will be the heir to the empire. If there are no male descendants of mine, then the throne of the empire will be inherited by a female. From now on, the princesses of the Pende Empire will only marry into the family and will not marry outside the family! This is my order, and my order is the law."

"Your Highness Caesar, long live Your Highness Lillian!"* Nobles, soldiers, and people.

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Twenty years have passed since the founding of the Pendor Empire. The old and frail Marius and Gil, who has become a handsome uncle and recovered from his leg disease, look kindly at Caesar who is helping his younger brothers and sisters train in the training ground.

Zhao Yuanlang's eldest daughter, Lillian, took a small wooden stick and viciously hit her younger brothers and sisters who did not meet the standard in posture.

At this moment, several attendants ran in from the door, bowed to Marius and shouted, "The Emperor has ordered His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, the princes and princesses, Archduke Marius, and Count Kiel to come to the Emperor for an audience."

Caesar looked up at the training ground, then signaled his brothers and sisters to line up and walk towards their father's ruling hall.

In the executive hall of the Pende Empire, all the nobles of the empire had been waiting on both sides of the hall for a long time. With the arrival of Marius, the four Grand Dukes of the Empire, Ulrich, Gregory, Bahad, and Vidis, nodded to Grand Duke Marius.

The Grand Dukes' heirs, such as Kiel and Richard, sat behind their fathers.

The three female prophets, whose faces did not show any signs of aging, stood on the steps with expressionless faces, scepters in their hands, and nodded to Caesar and others who came in.

Caesar led a group of brothers and sisters and stood in the center of the hall. With the sound of three trumpets, Zhao Yuanlang and his queen Iris slowly walked out.

Zhao Yuanlang sat on the highest golden throne in the hall, and Iris sat on the slightly smaller throne below.

"We pay our respects to Your Majesty!" All the nobles stood up and bowed to Zhao Yuanlang.

"Please sit down, everyone. I feel sorry for calling you all here suddenly, but I have to call you all here." Zhao Yuanlang's face, which had not been eroded by time, was filled with a smile.

"It is our honor that His Majesty has summoned us." Duke Maurice is already in his forties, with the same beard as his father. His mature face can charm a large group of young girls.

Emmmm, where is Brennus? Brennus died seven years ago because of excessive indulgence, so Morris naturally inherited his father's title. Now many old people in the hall are gone, and there are only young people.

"Now, Maurice, stop the flattery. I have an announcement to make here, Caesar! Step forward."