The entire Imperial City, the entire Great Jin, seemed to have fallen into some kind of extremely tacit fanatical atmosphere.

The call of God.

These four words are enough to make the whole world Kyushu fall into madness.

He is hope, he is a miracle! He is faith!

He is the only hero who has the potential to give birth to the first divine dynasty in the human world.

The Call of the Divine Signs, a person who is the dear of the gods of the Void God Realm, is the envy of even the gods in the Three Thousand Star Domain World.

Even if the eleventh prince at this moment is too young, and his cultivation is not even as good as the top secret masters of several major lord families, but because of the mark on his body, it is enough for them to surrender and kneel.

Because behind him, there are infinite unknown possibilities.

At this moment, the people who were sincerely kneeling on the ground all tacitly remembered that in the ancient continent, the first Chosen Person of the Divine Command was born.

Under the leadership of the Divine Sign, his people, his hundred faiths, and the land and earth under his feet were all chosen by the 'Heavens' as the Divine Kingdom of the New Star Domain on the day of the Divine Sign, and the entire continent was lifted up under the light of the stars, not just one person!

But any living creature in the land, who is blessed by the gods, can be ascension to godhood!

It was the golden age of the world since the beginning of the world!

Even at this moment, the horizontal stars running above the heavenly orbit still have the divine kingdom that once belonged to the human world above the nine heavens.

At the moment, people forget about war, forget about the world, it's not life and death.

Now all they see is mediocrity and godhood!

Bending his knees and surrendering to the new emperor, in exchange for the way to heaven that thousands of mortals yearn for!

What is even more encouraging is that such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity has given them the path of cultivation, but it is not a path of asceticism and loneliness.

They can join hands with their families, children, and high halls to break out of the mortal womb, jump out of the cycle of death, and become new gods.

How can this not make people excited, how can it not make people surrender from the heart.

At this moment, how strong the ** in people's hearts is, how strong is the hatred and murderous intent for His Royal Highness the Prince who is in the way of the Flying Avenue.

At this time, most people will not remember that His Royal Highness the prince once left the army alone and regained their territory and glory inch by inch in the fallen city.

They will not remember the Ye family army who is fighting bloodily on the battlefield at this moment, sleeping in the wind and snow, and the horse leather shroud, and they will not remember the two countries of Liyue that are eyeing each other, because of their snubbing and naïve thoughts at the moment, they may come to the city at any time in the future.

The eleventh prince, Qin Hao's eyes were cold and arrogant, looking at the kneeling black oppressive crowd under his feet, and suddenly realized that the distant throne that he had longed for but could not obtain was so easily available at this moment.

With a wave of the scepter in his hand, the golden light swayed to the earth like the grace of the gods, and the golden phosphorescence shone like golden powder on those who bowed down to him.

Qin Hao's black robe hunting, indescribable majesty: "I am called by God, surrender to me, I will use the authority in my hands to pierce the darkness, kill demons and evils, and take the king to shake up! Ninety thousand miles!"

Those golden divine radiances fell on people's expressions with a certain rhythm, those ordinary people who had never practiced, at this moment, the heaven and earth yuan power was actually incorporated into the body by itself, and the sea of qi that the dantian had never had was also condensed in a golden cyclone with a power that mortals could not imagine.

And those children of the gate valve family are even more obvious, they are the closest to Qin Hao, and the gift of divine brilliance is even stronger, the stars between the eyebrows are bright, and people are almost at the same moment, the sea of divine soul consciousness and heaven and earth have built a bridge.

People are below, and the stars are above.

There was an invisible and magical bridge in the middle, and at the end of the bridge was a star belonging to a divine plane, and that star was many times stronger and purer than the natal star ignited by his ascetic cultivation.

It was an ancient star belonging to the Star Commander class, and if he could continue to get the fingerprint of the Divine Radiance, he would incorporate that star into his spiritual platform.

He will achieve good karma one day and become a god, and the god position will not be too low.

Yes, now that the war between the north and the south is tight, they are settled in the imperial city, and the great credit comes from the son of the Ye family.

The prince brought them peace and stability.

But the future new monarch in front of them can bring them supreme glory.

How to choose, there is a certainty.

Princes, dukes, princes, princesses, courtiers, princes, common people, and merchants all knelt at his feet, thankfully accepting the grace of heaven.

Long is mighty!

This vast gift is undoubtedly a real Longen that is recognized by the unity and heartfelt recognition in people's hearts.

Some people are overjoyed, some people chant praises loudly, some people take off the dagger in their boots, and engrave the four words 'Monarch Haohuang' in their hearts, as if they were some kind of divine belief, chanting from time to time, offering their admiration.

The young prince's face was radiant, the fierce beast on his body was hideous, the blood was monstrous, the furnace in front of him was flourishing, the python robe was bathed in the firelight, and the qi was disordered.

The entire imperial city fell into a different kind of auspicious atmosphere, throwing its head to the ground, chanting constantly, kissing the earth, as if this piece of mountains and rivers had already become a new domain of God in people's expectations.

At this moment, the young prince frowned slightly, for he saw that in the corner of the crowd, there was a kneeling man standing up openly, plucking the flower of bounty from his chest, and throwing it to the ground to lie down with the mud.

Those people were dressed in ordinary clothes.

It is so common that as long as you enter the place of Flower Street and Willow Lane, you can recognize their dress.

They are the women of the green building and the red dust.

It is the merchant girl in the mouth of the prominent officials and the princes and grandsons who say that "the merchant girl does not know the hatred of the country, and she still sings the flower of the back court across the river".

They were dressed in Luo clothes, and they were not equipped with half-inch sharp blades, but there was a sharp edge in their weak and charming eyes.

At this moment, the beggar, who was also trembling, came out of the crowd, threw the broken bowl and bamboo pole, and raised a pair of angry and cold eyes from the withered grass-like hair.

One after another, an old woman untied the apron she wore for cooking at home, and took out a kitchen knife from her waist.

There was an old man who took out a rusty wood knife from the firewood pile and put it on his shoulder.

A blacksmith dragged a long hammer to wipe the hot sweat from his forehead, and walked down the street, spitting out a mouthful of thick phlegm.

They were born in the city, they were poor, and the country was in a big deal, and it wasn't something they should think about.

The merchant girl only knows how to be happy on the bed, entertain and benefactor, and exchange for a hot meal.

The beggar can only lie on his body, fight against the bitter cold, survive the cold winter, live like duckweed in the trouble, grovel and beg for a penny.

The old woman and the old man are in their old age, and they should be at home cooking soup for their grandchildren.

Tea is not enough wine, and when the blacksmith came, he drank a pot of cold wine in the shop, and the hot intestines were boiling.

At this moment, everyone stopped chanting and chanting thanksgiving, stopped kowtowing piously, and the people of the city, the Marquis of Wangsun and the Marquis, looked at these women, old people, and beggars walking on the official road.

They walked forward step by step, kneeling on the ground in the crowd, as if someone had sensed something at this moment, and immediately showed a look of shame and struggle on their faces, and then got up to follow.

After someone showed a look of shame, he looked down at the flowers on his chest, more of a longing for the future and a fiery place, and then his eyes returned to indifference, and he continued to maintain a kneeling posture.

Those who walk on the roads today will be scattered and displaced in the next day.

Today, they kneel humbly and piously in the dust, and in the coming day, they will stand above the nine heavens, and the divine light will shine on the earth, and they will enjoy eternal life!

There is really no battle for a momentary battle of will.

The hero is short of breath, and what is even more ridiculous is that the mortals who are standing on the official road at this moment and walking towards the direction of the star-picking platform step by step are just lowly, inconspicuous, and dirty little people in the imperial city.

The scepter in Qin Hao's hand lightly touched the ground, and under the fainting light, his voice rumbled like thunder, not angry and arrogant, it was hard to imagine that this would be the voice of a teenager:

"Wait, dare to defy the grace of God. ”

The Hongchen woman fell into her hand, her face was pale, and her expression was filled with fear of death, but her gaze was unwavering: "Since it is a gift, it should also give people the right to receive or not to accept." ”