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Neumann slowly rose, his gaze firmly sweeping over everything around him.

In the square, the people were still immersed in the excitement of Soren's upcoming coronation, unaware that an even more magnificent transformation was about to sweep through the entire empire.

This counterattack was not only to defend the dignity and territorial integrity of the empire, but also to give an explanation to the deceased emperor, and a peaceful future to the countless people displaced by the war.

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The other four chief ministers also stood up one after another, their faces bearing the wisdom and decisiveness accumulated over the years, and also filled with determination for this war.

Reines frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "The Border Kings have been in rebellion for a long time, and their forces are intricate and complex. We must be fully prepared."

Brell nodded lightly and continued, "That's right, the deployment of troops, the supply of food and grass, and the collection of intelligence are all crucial and cannot tolerate the slightest mistake."

Neumann took a deep breath and looked into the distance, as if he could already see the smoke of gunpowder on the battlefield: "The top priority is to formulate a detailed strategic plan as soon as possible. We must gather the elite forces of the empire and crush the rebels with lightning speed."

According to convention, the enthronement ceremony would last for seven days, during which, the cumbersome rituals, lengthy prayers, and grand parades would all demonstrate the majesty and glory of the royal family to the subjects.

But now, Soren stood at a turning point in fate, overlooking the devastated and revitalizing empire, his heart filled with anxiety and heaviness.

The flames of war on the border were still raging, the people were groaning under the iron hooves of the rebels, and every inch of the empire's land was calling for peace and tranquility.

Time was pressing, and there was no room for delay, so he repeatedly shortened the process of ascending the throne.

As the morning light dawned and the sky turned fish-belly white, Soren, dressed in gorgeous and solemn imperial robes, stepped into the ancient and solemn Holy Emblem Palace.

Inside the hall, the ministers were already lined up neatly, their expressions solemn, their eyes filled with awe for the new emperor and worry for the future of the empire.

In this oppressive atmosphere, the etiquette links that originally took a lot of time were greatly simplified, the lengthy congratulatory speeches were condensed into a few sincere vows, and the cumbersome ceremonial movements were simplified into a few key steps.

Soren stood on the high steps, took the crown symbolizing imperial power with both hands, and placed it on his head.

Although the crown was dazzling, it was also extremely heavy, pressing on his head and even more on his heart.

This crown was not only a symbol of glory, but also a heavy responsibility. From this moment on, the rise and fall of the empire would be tied to him alone.

In just half a day, the enthronement ceremony came to a hasty end.

Without the slightest懈怠, Soren strode towards the council hall, where a war meeting concerning the life and death of the empire was waiting for him.

Inside the council hall, the atmosphere was solemn and oppressive.

The ministers sat around the huge conference table, their eyes focused on Soren.

Soren's face was stern, his eyes firm, he slowly stood up, his voice low but full of power: "Gentlemen, the empire has reached a critical moment of life and death. The rebels on the border are wantonly trampling on our land, the people are displaced, and lives are ruined. Today, I am here to issue a war order for national mobilization!"

His words were like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart.

The ministers nodded one after another, a trace of determination flashing in their eyes.

They all understood that this war was unavoidable, and only by going all out could they defend the dignity and territorial integrity of the empire.

Soren continued: "Over the years, we have been secretly accumulating strength. Now is the time to slowly bring out these forces. From today onwards, all armies and all resources throughout the country will serve this war. We must let the rebels know that the price of invading the empire is unbearable for them!"

As Soren's orders were issued, the entire empire, like a huge war machine, began to slowly operate.

The armies quickly assembled, the food and grass were continuously transported to the border, and the artisans worked day and night to manufacture weapons and equipment.

Throughout the country, everyone was busy for this war, and they had only one belief in their hearts:

Defend the empire and drive out the rebels!

At the Normandy Defense Line, after half a month of intensive repairs and troop deployments, it has been transformed from an ordinary defense line into an indestructible war fortress.

The mountains are heavily fortified, the defensive works are scattered and orderly, and every place demonstrates the empire's military wisdom and strong strength.

The Eighteen Border Kings finally arrived in front of the Normandy Defense Line. They were originally full of confidence, trying to break through the defense line in one fell swoop and go straight to the imperial capital, but the scene in front of them shocked them.

Looking at the Normandy Mountains, which had been transformed into a huge war fortress, the Eighteen Border Kings gasped in unison.

The towering city walls stretched for several miles, and rows of powerful magic cannons were arranged on the city walls, the cold light of the muzzles flickering, as if silently warning the invading enemy.

They ultimately underestimated the strength of the imperial family. The financial and material resources required for this war defense line alone were beyond their imagination.

In the previous confrontations, the terrifying power of the magic cannons caused heavy losses to the elite of the Eighteen Rebel Armies.

In order to deal with this situation, they had been running around for the past half month, gathering a large number of ordinary soldiers to participate in the war. Although the combat effectiveness of these soldiers varied, their numbers were huge. Their only purpose was to consume the magic power of the magic cannons and make the defense line lose this powerful deterrent force.

Countess Fiana stood on the city wall, looking at the spectacular scene of nearly 20 million troops outside the defense line, and couldn't help but gasp.

The dense crowd, like a black tide, surged endlessly.

The military flags fluttered in the wind, and the shouts of killing were deafening, making people shudder.

Since the founding of the empire, there had never been such a large-scale civil war.

This war, regardless of the outcome, will leave a strong mark on the history of the empire.

Victory may preserve the dignity and territorial integrity of the empire, but it will inevitably pay a heavy price:

Failure may mean the disintegration of the empire and plunge into endless darkness.

Countess Fiana knew this well, and her eyes revealed firmness and worry.

However, as soon as she thought of the batch of weapons that had just been transported a few days ago, Countess Fiana couldn't help but laugh.

The war has just begun, and it is not yet known who will win.