Sunlight streamed down onto the magnificent square, making it gleam.

Representatives from around the world, dressed in formal attire, stood solemnly.

Although they did not come here voluntarily, they were forced to come under pressure.

"What are they trying to do? They just went through a major battle; shouldn't they be resting and recuperating?"

Representatives from various countries had similar doubts, wondering why they would do things that were detrimental to the unity of the people.

However, they were unaware that the people in the country had already been replaced.

Therefore, there is no need to continue using the previous name of the country.

Colorful flags fluttered in the square, creating a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

The high-ranking leaders of the Deno descendants walked onto the stage one by one, their steps light and their joy barely concealed.

For no other reason than that the Deno civilization will reappear after today.

They stood in the center of the stage, chins slightly raised, their eyes revealing a smug look.

Looking at the enthusiastic crowds in the square and the respectful representatives from all over the world, I felt incredibly comfortable.

After so many years, they are once again tasting the pleasure of being high and mighty.

One of the puppets, deduced by the descendants of Denuo, slowly swept its gaze across the area where the representatives of various countries were located, looking utterly smug.

The national representatives dared not express any dissatisfaction and could only greet them with smiles.

The man nodded in satisfaction, straightened his back slightly, and let his hands hang naturally at his sides, as if a king were inspecting his territory.

He then strode to the microphone, scanning the crowd in the square and the representatives from all over the world.

The entire venue fell silent instantly, as if even the air itself had frozen.

The puppet's voice rang out steadily and powerfully: "Today, on this auspicious day, we embark on a new journey of national development."

"Therefore, we have decided to officially change the name of the country to Denu from today onwards."

"With both virtue and talent, and keeping promises, we will lead you to an even brighter future."

As the man finished speaking, enthusiastic applause and cheers erupted in the square.

Representatives from around the world stood up and applauded with grim faces.

They weren't stupid; they understood the implied meaning in those words.

Simply put, Denor is the leader of Earth, and they are all his underlings.

But circumstances are beyond their control, and they have no choice but to accept reality.

The recent major battles severely damaged them, and their technology has regressed by many years.

Denor was not truly crippled, and it was already one of the most powerful nations on Earth.

Without the checks and balances of the United States and Russia, it would still be the sole superpower.

If they dare to disagree now, their country might receive a package tomorrow.

The high-ranking members of the Deno people were very satisfied with the reactions of these national representatives, and felt a glimpse of the former glory of the Deno civilization.

"Hahaha, the millennia-long plan has finally succeeded. Deno will not die, because we are still here!"

In that instant, the Deno civilization, which had disappeared for ten thousand years, reappeared.

Although it is still very weak, it is a true "resurrection".

However, just as they were toasting and drinking, an unexpected event occurred.

While enjoying the compliments from representatives of various countries, Chief Deno was suddenly attacked.

The arrow shot out from an unknown location, trailing a long fiery tail like a streak of light, and instantly pierced through Chief Denor's head.

The arrow was incredibly powerful; it shattered his entire head into dust, with bits of flesh splattering across the faces of the national representatives.

This was broadcast live nationwide, and all the German-Noh mixed-race descendants witnessed it all.

Qi Lin, of course, saw it too.

She was initially incredulous when she learned that the country's name was to be changed.

What she found even more unbelievable was that no one objected, and it passed unanimously.

She had been a member of the Super Soldier Corps for a period of time and knew some secrets.

In other words, a large portion of the people in China today are actually descendants of the Denu people.

Unbeknownst to Qi Lin, a small portion of the Earthlings had already been sent to the battlefield by the higher-ups of Denuo.

Now that the entire country is populated by people with the Deno gene, no one would object to changing back to "Deno".

From that moment on, I knew that those "superhuman blood" and "super soldiers" were not good people.

Now she's all alone, with no one to talk to, so what can she do to fight back?

They could only pretend to be ignorant even though they knew the truth.

Besides, she's not a pure Earthling, okay?

Qilin never expected that someone would launch an attack on Chief Deno on such an important day as the change of the country's name.

And it was successful.

The scene immediately descended into chaos, with birds and animals scattering in all directions, creating utter disorder.

The slightly tipsy executives of Denuo were jolted awake, not expecting someone to make a move today.

"Damn it, who is it! The first day of the New Denno civilization must not be disturbed!"

After uttering a curse, he immediately ordered his men to find the murderer.

Before the order was given, the ground began to shake continuously.

The wine glass on the table fell to the ground with a loud bang and shattered.

The senior executives of Denuo quickly went to the window and casually opened it.

The ground trembled and groaned beyond the wall; dark clouds rolled in as soon as the window was opened.

The bright, clear day was suddenly obscured by dark clouds that rose into the sky, forming a menacing aura.

Below the dark clouds lay the mighty Qin cavalry, which had struck fear into the hearts of everyone not long ago.

Following the iron cavalry was a row of soldiers carrying banners and tall flags, each as strong as a black bear and exuding an imposing aura.

(Note: Dian Wei was the one who carried the large banner and raised the flag.)

Behind them stretched an endless black torrent, its steps perfectly synchronized, each one causing the earth to tremble.

The windows of the high-rise building where the Denuo executives were located were shattered as the building shook.

The windows of the other buildings were the same, unable to withstand the damage, as if welcoming their arrival.

The top executives of Denor, the Denor mixed-race individuals, and representatives from various countries were all dumbfounded.

"The... the Great Qin cavalry, weren't they all... dead?"

This is a question in everyone's mind.

They were all aware of the brutality of the Qin cavalry, which even became a source of inner demons for them.

Even just one glance was enough to make my legs tremble uncontrollably.

Realizing what was happening, the high command of Denuo immediately ordered: "Quickly, assemble the troops! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

However, just as he gave the order, a deafening roar of the Qin lion echoed from outside.

"Wind! Wind! Wind!"

The soldier carrying the banner waved it sharply, like a sharp sword pointing directly at the enemy's main camp.

"kill!!!"

The Qin cavalry charged forward like a torrent of steel, their hooves thundering and raising clouds of dust.

The cavalrymen, clad in heavy armor and wielding long spears, had fearless fighting spirit burning in their eyes.

They charged forward with overwhelming force, like an unstoppable storm.

Following closely behind, the infantry formations surged forth like a raging tide.

Their steps were firm, their battle cries were deafening, and the weapons in their hands gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

The infantrymen were lined up closely, their shields like sturdy city walls and their spears like a dense forest.

Without any hesitation, they charged towards the alien race.

Those German-Nomad mixed-race troops didn't have much combat experience.

Faced with the mighty Qin lion, he was so terrified that he could not even walk.

They were there to replace those who had truly earned the merits of warriors, completely lacking the basic abilities of a soldier.

To make them fight is nothing short of empty talk.

Warhorses galloped, their iron hooves pounding the earth and raising clouds of dust.

The cavalrymen brandished their sharp weapons, their blades gleaming coldly and carrying a fierce killing intent.

They approached the listless aliens with swift speed, their eyes burning with the fervor of war.

When engaging the enemy in close combat, the cavalrymen showed no fear.

His spear moved like a venomous snake, piercing the enemy's vitals with pinpoint accuracy.

The spear tip pierced the enemy's body, blood splattering and displaying a cruel yet vibrant color in the sunlight.

And this is just the appetizer.