451: I am here to protect freedom, who will protect me?

"What is it you wish to report, Your Majesty?"

Qin Yang looked at Su Daji.

It was rare for this vixen to be so serious, which instinctively made Qin Yang a little nervous.

Recalling past experiences,

Qin Yang was most afraid of women suddenly becoming serious.

This either meant they wanted a formal title, or they were pregnant, which truly made his scalp tingle.

However, Su Daji likely didn't have such concerns.

What she had to say was most likely related to the Profession change quest.

Just as Qin Yang's thoughts wandered, Su Daji whispered, "Your Majesty, you must be careful of those on the list."

"Those on the list?"

Qin Yang was startled and asked, "The investiture of the gods?"

Su Daji nodded slightly: "When Your Majesty recovered the seventh Divine Artifact, I sensed their existence."

Qin Yang's gaze deepened.

He knew it; his Profession change quest was about to begin ahead of schedule.

The second advancement for a Supreme Emperor was the Ninetynine Human Emperor.

Compared to other Professions, the difficulty of this Profession change was Hell-level.

Recalling the journey of collecting the ten divine weapons... besides the nüwa stone obtained initially, the kongtong seal half-gifted from the Summoning Battlefield, and the Demon Refining Pot he had conned from the Law Emperor...

Which of the other Divine Artifacts wasn't related to a god?

To obtain the kunlun mirror, Qin Yang, in his Mortal body at level 60, directly confronted an evil god's Clone.

To obtain the Axe of Creation, he even directly killed a god.

Even though the shennong cauldron and Fuxi Zither were actively offered by gods, they were rewards obtained after completing numerous Hell-level quests.

To be honest,

If the Supreme Emperor's power had been even slightly less, Qin Yang would not have made it this far.

Qin Yang originally thought that collecting all the Divine Artifacts would allow him to change Profession.

It turned out that collecting the ten divine weapons was only the beginning of the Profession change quest.

"Well, acquiring the ten divine weapons merely grants me the qualification to become a Human Emperor."

Qin Yang thought to himself.

Becoming a Human Emperor could not be the end.

To complete the tasks a Human Emperor must do, that was his mission.

He glanced at the sky and said to Su Daji, "It doesn't matter, I will act."

Su Daji, maintaining her serious expression, said, "No matter how powerful the opponent, I will always follow Your Majesty's side."

With that, her figure gradually disappeared, retreating to the Bronze Sparrow Terrace.

Qin Yang looked down again.

At this moment, the snow had stopped, and the world was peaceful.

This Ascension Ceremony also drew to a close with the melting ice and snow...

White House, Oval Office.

On the desk,

The President sat slumped in his chair, utterly despondent.

His body was alive, but his heart was dead.

As a god's agent,

He clearly perceived that the three gods of War, Creation, and Elements had been dismissed.

The God Emperor had achieved the final victory in the divine War.

It's over.

It's truly over this time.

He had originally thought this would deliver a fatal blow to Shenzhou and Qin Yang.

Instead, it had merely served as a stage for the Ascension Ceremony, completely elevating the God Emperor.

Now, the entire Free Federation was in chaos.

The cabinet was divided into two factions: one advocating for a strategic decisive battle with Shenzhou, and the other wanting to withdraw to overseas bases for strategic contraction.

Even the populace was fighting amongst themselves, with one side cursing him for leading them to offend the God Emperor, clamoring to burn him alive.

The other side regarded him as a savior, urging him to protect the beacon of freedom.

"What a joke?"

"I protect freedom, but who protects me?"

The President's lips curled into a sarcastic sneer.

As a god's agent, he knew too well the power of gods.

They only needed a single thought to instantly strip Professionals of their power.

Even they had been defeated by Qin Yang, so what right did the Free Federation have to contend with the Shenzhou Empire?

What strategic decisive battle, what strategic contraction?

These were merely the final struggles of those cabinet elites to preserve their status and wealth.

Was it useful?

The Free Federation was no longer a match for the Shenzhou Empire.

No matter how much they did, it wouldn't change the outcome of their demise.

At this moment, the President only wanted to surrender.

This was the only possible way to preserve the continuation of their nation.

Otherwise, the Shenzhou people would, like their ancestors, commit genocide against the "indigenous people" of the continent.

However, surrendering was not an easy matter.

The Free Federation had resisted Shenzhou for centuries, constantly suppressing its rise.

How many conflicts had occurred, how many people had bled during this process?

Given the Shenzhou people's temperament, shaped by a century of humiliation, would they forget history?

Under the collective will of Shenzhou, Qin Yang would not rest until the Free Federation was thoroughly stripped bare.

Moreover, the elite class within the country would not willingly give up their wealth and status.

They even clamored to use doomsday weapons to perish with Qin Yang.

Of course, this was just clamoring; they wouldn't dare to do so.

Their goal was still to protect their property.

What doomsday weapons?

They were merely bargaining chips in their game with Shenzhou.

But would the Shenzhou Empire still play games with them?

In this situation, if you dared to nuclear blackmail them, Qin Yang would dare to overturn the table and play "nuclear reality" with you.

At that point, nothing would be left on the continent where the Free Federation resided.

"We must not reach that point!"

Light returned to the President's eyes.

Having been utterly despondent, he had once again found direction in life.

What he could do now was to use his highest authority as President to destroy all doomsday weapons.

Thinking of this, the President sat up from his chair and opened the briefcase beside his desk.

The briefcase was actually a computer.

On the display above, a world map was shown.

A red button lay quietly in front of the display.

Now, the President only needed to set the target, press lightly, and he could launch doomsday weapons deployed worldwide to any corner of the world.

Of course, he could also launch these doomsday weapons into space and then activate the destruction button.

At that point, the Free Federation would have no more bargaining chips to contend with the Shenzhou Empire, and the citizens would not have to make meaningless sacrifices for the elites' selfish desires.

However, he, as President, would certainly not survive.

But it didn't matter.

This was the only hope for protecting the beacon.

The President tightened the red tie around his chest.

He was preparing to do one last thing for his country.

Just as he was about to press the red button,

A voice echoed in the office.

"President, what are you doing?"

The President suddenly froze, looking forward.

He saw that, at some unknown time, a person had appeared in front of his desk.

It was a middle-aged man of Shenzhou descent, wearing glasses, refined and scholarly.

"Mr. Yu!"

The President exclaimed.

The person before him was none other than Yu Maochun, who had long since vanished without a trace!

"Mr. Yu, where have you been all this time?"

The President was overjoyed and immediately stepped forward to ask.

Deep in despair, seeing his strategist return, he saw hope once more.

"I've been here all along."

Yu Maochun smiled, and after a distortion of his figure, he transformed into the appearance of an Imperial Guard.