The Verdant Capital, Titaneia.
The beautiful city that once had elegant decorations and elf-style carvings is now flooded with red. The red and green rose flags of the past have all been replaced with blood-red rose flags, symbolizing the change in the country's power structure.
In the Rose Palace, countless officials and representatives from all parties gathered together, standing solemnly and quietly in the hall, watching the supreme king slowly walk up the stairs.
Wearing a golden-red cloak and a well-fitting and exquisite gold-leaf armor, Aimank walked step by step on the crimson velvet carpet. The fully armed knights on both sides saluted him, separating their overlapping halberds to make way for him.
At the end of the stairs, a golden crown inlaid with gems was shining, and a young man with a similar appearance to him was already standing beside him.
The young man's dress was elegant and luxurious, the highest standard in the venue except for Amank. When Amank saw him, he nodded slightly and showed a rare smile.
They were twin brothers, the most trustworthy beings in the world, halves that could sense each other's emotions, mirrors of themselves. If it weren't for that accident, they should have both worn the crown and sat on the throne.
But things are constantly changing, and under the current circumstances, we can no longer follow the old path, so this time he will ascend the throne alone and change the system of the Cangcui Empire that has existed for thousands of years.
"Welcome to His Majesty Aimank..." The attendants on the side read out the long name, and then the soldiers and officials present bowed their heads and saluted, and recited the oath of allegiance.
"We swear to follow His Majesty Aimank until death and remain forever loyal to the Crimson Empire until the end of our lives!"
The orderly sound waves echoed in the hall like a tsunami, and could not stop for a long time.
After the transition of power, Aimank simply gave up trying to balance the elves, who made up a minority of the population, and instead took up the banner of reviving the past, reaffirming the lofty status of humans in the empire. All the policies and laws that had previously favored the elves were abolished one by one.
The empire was now immensely powerful, no longer relying on the elves' strength as it had a thousand years ago. Having abandoned these constraints, the emperor could implement his policies and guidelines more freely and with greater force. Therefore, in Aimank's view, this wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
"This is our land, our people, and our power. Why should we share it with outsiders?" Compared to four years ago, today's Aimank is stronger, more determined and confident.
Looking at Amank sitting on the throne, Edren shook his head slightly.
"Although we no longer rely on the power of the elves, there is no need to offend or persecute them. After all, they are still citizens of our empire. There is no need to force them into opposition."
"Hahaha, I don't really care about this, but since it's your suggestion, I will still consider it. From now on, matters concerning the elves will be your responsibility, my half, the Prime Minister."
After Aimank ascended the throne and reformed the system, there was naturally only one throne. After he sat on it, the position of the first person under the throne was given to his twin brother Edren. The two of them dominated the major and minor affairs of the country.
Three days later, a grand military parade was held in Titania.
The warriors in full armor marched in formation, their spears and sharp blades gleaming coldly in the sunlight, and their well-aligned steps trampled the ground, making a thrilling sound.
As the teams and phalanxes advanced, so too did their blood-red banners, a blood-red moon entwined with thorns, dotted with blooming crimson roses. This pattern was naturally adapted from the heraldry of the ancient Cang Yue Kingdom.
The parade was so huge that even the big city of Titaneia could not accommodate them. They entered the city in the morning and left in the afternoon, returning to the camp outside the city, while another group of troops in the camp continued to enter the city for inspection.
The soldiers in black armor were like a continuous stream. Their neat footsteps, loud slogans, and the sounds of metal rubbing and colliding never stopped from day to night.
The powerful military force and mighty warriors intimidated the former major families in the city, forcing them to hide in their houses and tremble, not daring to challenge the emperor's authority again.
Compared to the days of the nobility, the empire has now cleaned up its corrupt system and re-established a new mechanism for military advancement. Anyone who achieves merit on the battlefield and accrues sufficient honors can be granted a title and enjoy superior treatment. Even former nobles who wish to inherit a title must risk their lives and personally achieve merit on the battlefield. Only then can they inherit the title.
The empire does not need incompetent mediocre people; everything depends on ability and achievements.
Naturally, this policy was strongly supported by the military, and with the loyalty of millions of soldiers across the empire, the emperor possessed the power to change everything. The powerful families and factions were overthrown one by one, opening up opportunities and channels for the lower classes to rise. Simmering resentment was finally vented, and society began to burst with new vitality.
After the war between Clancy and Frost Rose ended, even though the Frost Alliance failed, the technologies it displayed, such as golems, muskets, airships, and warships, still attracted the ambitious emperor.
Under his instructions, the legions on the southern border began to actively recruit and accept mages from the destroyed countries.
"If Clancy doesn't accept you, sees you as historical sinners, and makes it difficult for you to survive, then you can come to our side."
"Become the Emperor's sharp blade and pointed arrow, wash away the shame of the past, and pass on the teachings of the past. This is your future mission."
Under such temptation and persuasion, some mages gave up their former hatred for Cang Cui, threw themselves into the arms of their former enemy, and began to forge sharp claws for this gradually awakening lion.
However, not all mages in the Frost Alliance were like this. After witnessing the scene of the catastrophe, some mages finally woke up and regretted why everything had come to this regrettable situation.
They were also recruited by Clancy and became "Redeemers" with tattoos on their faces, contributing their strength and knowledge to this new country in order to redeem some of the mistakes they made in the past.
As for these mages, Clancy did not directly accept them for use. Instead, he brought them to the capital, Soland, to receive the teachings left by the sage of Loranhill. He asked them to relearn and undergo transformation before they could enter actual production and work.
And in the end, they will slowly integrate into this country like water and become a part of this country, just like other ordinary professions, rather than being the representatives and leaders of the country as in the past.
After all, technology exists for humans, to make people happier and more convenient. If it deviates from this path and puts the priorities in reverse, it cannot be called good technology, but a tool for torture and exploitation.
Now, after the world has been reshuffled, a new round of competition has begun. What stories and legends will be born on this brand new stage?
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