The first thing that catches everyone's eye is a marching formation of three thousand of the Ironblood Legion's most elite soldiers.
They were not a single force, but rather a group of representatives from the kingdom’s strongest legions.
Leading the way was the "First 'Iron Fist' Assault Battalion." They wore heavy black combat dress uniforms and gripped the latest EmR-11 "Storm" rifles tightly, the alloy bayonets attached to the muzzles gleaming menacingly in the sunlight.
They marched in perfect unison, with powerful, German-style goose-steps, across the parade route.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
Every footstep was like a heavy hammer blow, striking precisely into everyone's heart.
A thousand people, yet only one voice.
This aura, a mixture of absolute discipline, soaring killing intent, and fanatical faith, formed an invisible wall, causing all the onlookers to hold their breath and even feel a suffocating sense of awe.
"Qin Lan," Lin Feng said calmly, looking at the formation below, his voice carrying a hint of approval, "Your soldiers have a will as firm as steel."
Qin Lan's eyes gleamed with barely suppressed pride. She bowed slightly, but her voice was unwavering: "They do not fight for the kingdom, Your Majesty. They fight only for you. Your will is their faith, and wherever your gaze falls, that is where their blades will be!"
She has begun to change her address, using the title she believes she has long since deserved.
Following closely behind was the "Ghost" Special Operations Brigade.
Their movements were silent, like a group of phantoms walking in the daytime. They wore gray-black combat uniforms with optical camouflage, and tactical masks that concealed all facial expressions.
They are the kingdom's daggers, the elite who carry out the most secretive and dangerous missions.
The final, grand finale marching formation was the "Chengtian Imperial Guard".
They were Lin Feng's personal guards, soldiers selected from the entire army, whose strength and loyalty were impeccable.
They were dressed in snow-white formal attire, adorned with gold sashes and epaulettes, making them appear both sacred and dignified.
As they passed the reviewing stand, they all stood at attention, their eyes filled with fervor and loyalty, as if they were ready to offer their hearts to the person on the throne at any moment.
"For whom do we fight!" The commander of the Imperial Guard at the forefront drew his sword and roared hysterically at the sky with all his might.
"Fight for the King!" The roar of three thousand soldiers, fueled by the utmost effort, surged into the sky like a torrent of spirit and sound.
As the marching formations passed, a deep, rumbling sound, like the heartbeat of the earth, came from the starting point of the parade route. It grew louder and louder as it approached, and the ground began to tremble slightly.
"They're here!" In the viewing area of the Ministry of Industry, Wang Dachui trembled with excitement, his thick arms bulging with veins from the exertion.
He gripped the railing and yelled at the engineers around him, "Open your eyes wide and look carefully! This is the glory we forged with our blood, sweat, livers, and countless sleepless nights!"
One hundred and eight Ripper-II infantry fighting vehicles, arranged in three massive arrowhead formations, rumbled past.
Their low-slung profile, sloping reactive armor gleaming with a cold metallic sheen, and the twin 37mm cannons on top that constantly rotate as if patrolling their territory all exude a chilling and cruel killing intent.
The tracks rolled over the obsidian alloy road surface, producing a heart-stopping roar, like the howl of a giant beast.
Lin Feng's gaze fell on these vehicles. His telekinetic power swept over them almost imperceptibly, sensing the perfect splicing of each piece of armor and every line.
"Wang Dachui's skills have improved again. These 'Rippers' are at least 15 percent better than the first batch," he thought to himself.
Behind the "Ripper" legion are thirty-six "Thor-B" 155mm self-propelled howitzers, like moving volcanoes.
They held their massive cannons high, their bodies flashing with blue electromagnetic coils, ready to unleash flames capable of destroying a city.
"Minister Su."
Qin Lan's tone carried a hint of military smugness. She deliberately avoided looking at Su Wanqing and said to her, "'Thor's' salvo can completely erase any target from the map from fifty kilometers away."
Su Wanqing smiled and nodded, her demeanor graceful: "A reassuring power. The kingdom's pen also needs a sword to protect it. Marshal Qin Lan has forged an invincible sword for the kingdom, a truly invaluable contribution."
Just when everyone thought the parade was nearing its end and was preparing for another round of cheers, a sense of oppression far more terrifying than "The Ripper" and "Thor" enveloped the entire square.
The earth trembled again. But this time, it wasn't a chaotic shaking, but a very regular, heavy "thump...thump..." sound that made it hard to breathe.
The cheers of the crowd subsided unconsciously, replaced by astonishment, bewilderment, and awe from the depths of their souls.
At the end of the parade route, twelve enormous, unbelievable black figures appeared.
These are Lin Feng's final masterpieces, the kingdom's national treasures—the "Xuanwu" heavy main battle tanks!
When the first "Xuanwu" tank fully entered the square, everyone gasped.
It is more than three times the size of the "Ripper", and is entirely black with bold and powerful lines.
Its turret is low and flat, its body is wide and sturdy, and its tracks, which are taller than a person and covered with vicious ice spikes, have left deep marks on the hard obsidian road surface.
What's most unsettling is the sound it makes when it's running. It's not the roar of a traditional engine, but a deep, humming sound of energy, like the movement of stars.
These twelve "Xuanwu" tanks, like twelve mobile steel fortresses, silently drove past the reviewing stand.
They made no unnecessary movements, not even turning their turrets, but the absolute power contained within that silence, enough to crush everything, made everyone feel suffocated.
The air around the tank was slightly distorted due to the immense heat from the engine.
Qin Lan looked at the twelve steel behemoths, her voice trembling slightly. This was the first time she had seen them in formation outside of the battlefield.
"With them around, the kingdom is impregnable. Any enemy will be reduced to dust before them."
Looking at his masterpiece, Lin Feng finally showed a genuinely satisfied smile. He slowly stood up.
As the "Xuanwu" tank slowly drove by, the sky became the final stage.
A formation of hundreds of "ghost" drones swept across the square at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow.
They left trails of dazzling, colored smoke in the sky, composed of special chemical substances. This smoke didn't dissipate; instead, it condensed in the air, eventually forming a gigantic, magnificent golden crown above everyone's heads!
Below the crown was the suspended viewing platform, and Lin Feng, standing in the center of the platform, slowly spreading his arms.
At this moment, heaven and earth crowned him!
Su Wanqing took a step forward, her clear and solemn voice resounding through the heavens and earth once again:
"The auspicious time has arrived! It is the mandate of heaven! It is the will of the people!"
"Today, bathed in divine grace, we rebuild civilization and shall establish a nation to establish order and stability!"
She paused, took a deep breath, and with all her might declared:
"Dynasty Name: Kingdom of Stars!"
"We hereby appoint Leader Lin Feng as the first king of the kingdom."
"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"
"May the kingdom prosper forever! May the kingdom prosper forever!!"
The roaring sound, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, converged into an invisible spiritual force that soared straight into the sky.
The public's fervor was completely ignited at this moment.
Unable to contain their excitement any longer, they jumped to their feet, waving flags wildly and shouting Lin Feng's name at the top of their lungs.
Lin Feng was bathed in this endless glory and worship. He looked down at the prosperous and thriving country he had created, where all people submitted to him, and felt this absolute sense of control from the bottom of his heart.
He raised his head and looked at the crown made of colorful clouds, a hint of infatuation flashing in his eyes.
"I am ordained by Heaven, and may my life be long and prosperous!"
His voice, amplified through the loudspeaker system, clearly reached everyone's ears, carrying an undeniable authority.
He turned to face his future right-hand men.
Holding a tray with a golden scepter symbolizing supreme power on it, Su Wanqing knelt on one knee and said, "Your Majesty, please wield the royal power and bring blessings to all people!"
Qin Lan unfastened the ceremonial sword from her waist, presented it with both hands, and knelt on one knee as well: "Your Majesty, please take command of the military and suppress the four directions!"
Lin Feng took the scepter, held it in his hand, and then gently placed his hand on the hilt of the sword.
"Today, I establish this nation and call myself the Sovereign. I shall also form a cabinet to govern the world together with you all." His voice became steady and full of authority.
"Su Wanqing is hereby appointed as the first Prime Minister of the Cheng Kingdom, concurrently serving as the head of the Imperial Household Department, overseeing all government affairs, and acting as the mother of the nation."
"Qin Lan is hereby appointed as the Grand Marshal of the Divine Kingdom's Armed Forces, to command all the troops in the country and protect our territory."
"Wang Dachui is hereby appointed Minister of Industry and Technology, in charge of the nation's manufacturing industry, for the benefit of the country and its people."
"I hereby appoint Qian Xiaoxiao as the Grand Steward of the Inner Palace, in charge of my daily life and serving the Emperor."
"Your Majesty, we obey! We thank you for your great favor! Long live the Emperor!" The four kowtowed in unison, their voices filled with excitement and supreme glory.
Thus, a brand-new monarchical empire with Lin Feng at its absolute core was officially established.
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