Online Game: I Started with Max Charisma and Caught the Goddess's Eye Chapter 354: The Horns of War! The Curtain of an Era! Wester

Noticing Drumph's gaze, an elderly man with gray hair but still full of vitality, sitting at the front, turned his head and glanced at them. He smiled and said, "So this is Luca, huh? He seems like an interesting young man."

Hearing this, others also turned their attention to Luca and the others behind them, their expressions mixed. The na Luca wasn't unfamiliar to them—he was one of the few young people that had recently managed to leave an impression.

They had been curious for so ti about what kind of person could save an entire city of one hundred thousand from Leaf City under such dire circumstances. Now, seeing Luca, a large, burly man with a thick beard let out a hearty laugh and praised, "Hahaha, no wonder this young man was able to save all one hundred thousand of Leaf City. He truly has an impressive presence and an extraordinary look."

Though sowhat exaggerated and theatrical, these were his sincere thoughts. Among the younger generation in Sumr Country, there were many talented individuals, so of whom could rival Brade Morningsong.

But Luca stood out the most, often performing remarkable feats, and his background was clean—he wasn't the scion of a powerful family. It wouldn't hurt to form a good relationship with him now.

Other big shots around them also chid in, praising Luca for his young age and already being able to make a na for himself. They all knew without a doubt that in the future, he would shine globally.

As they looked at Drumph, there was a hint of envy in their eyes. This old man truly had good fortune—people like Luca were hard to find, even with a lantern, and yet he had secured him so early.

As Luca's guide, Drumph naturally basked in the glory. He raised his chin proudly, a smug look on his face, but humbly said words like "It's nothing, really"—a tone that was almost infuriating, causing Zovland to grit his teeth in irritation.

"I'll let you enjoy this for now. After the ceremony, we'll settle this," Zovland muttered darkly, already planning how to teach the Eastern Territory bumpkins a lesson after the ceremony was over.

Luca felt the strange gazes directed at him and turned to see the malicious expression on Zovland's face.

His gaze remained calm, and he wasn't worried in the slightest. Had this been before his trip to Wind City, he might have remained wary of Zovland, the ruler of the Eastern Territory. But after returning from Wind City, his strength was on an entirely different level—one that far surpassed anything he had before. The people from the Eastern Territory were no longer a threat to him.

If they didn't know their place, he wouldn't hesitate to send them down to join Brade Morningsong.

At that mont, the square was becoming increasingly crowded.

As ti slowly passed, the sun began to rise, and the once rowdy crowd gradually quieted down.

Everyone looked up at the fluttering golden flags, all silently waiting.

And just as the sunlight broke through the sky, casting its rays onto the golden flags—

A deep, ancient horn sound suddenly echoed throughout the square.

Whoooooo! The sound seed to co from the distant past, carrying with it a vast and heavy air, reverberating across the entire Imperial Capital, reaching the ears of everyone present.

In that instant, it was as though everyone's mind was transported back to the primitive era when civilization was just beginning to rise. Each person felt a ripple of shock in their hearts.

Many had not expected the establishnt of the Federation to be accompanied by extravagant instrunts, impassioned speeches, or colorful fireworks.

What they received instead was the sound of a war horn that rang across the sky!

The sound of the horn was simple, even rough, far from the elegance and beauty of modern instrunts, but within it lay a powerful will, as fiery and relentless as molten lava flowing through the earth!

It was the unwavering determination to defend at all costs, the faith to fight to the death, the courage to survive against all odds, a declaration of war against the natural disasters and the end of the world, and the furious roar of countless ancestors and fallen heroes!

This was humanity's song of praise passed down through the generations, the eternal fire of civilization burning bright!

The senior officials of Sumr Country, seated at the front, stood up in unison, their expressions solemn and their gazes resolute.

The countless people in the square raised their eyes to the high platform at the center, their gazes burning with passion, their hearts stirred.

They knew that, from this day forward, the Global Human Federation was officially established!

The mbers of Morning Star walked orderly toward the fluttering golden flags. Many wore expressions of barely-contained excitent. For this historic mont, even Luca couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. The speed at which the Federation had been established was far faster than he had expected.

The outco of this world, too, would inevitably be different from the last.

At that mont, several elderly figures began to slowly approach them. There were six of them, dressed in various ways, yet each carried an air of experience and wear from ti and war. Their eyes held a smile and a glimr of expectation as they looked at Luca and the others.

These were the six individuals who had received the highest honors in Sumr Country, each of whom had made extraordinary contributions to Sumr Country and humanity as a whole. In their hands, each carried a wooden box, intricately carved with beautiful patterns, with a golden silk ribbon placed in the center.

One of the elders, smiling gently, removed the silk ribbon and draped it over Quagmire's shoulders. Then he opened the wooden box to reveal a gleaming golden badge. This badge represented not just the honor of the first year of the Federation's establishnt, but also a symbol of achievent. The lowest rank represented by this badge was that of a colonel, while the badge Luca had received was equivalent to that of a major general. He was the first person to receive the title of Major General since the Federation's founding.

Quagmire, shedding his usual casual deanor, beca unusually serious. He stood tall and straight, his chest out, allowing the elder to fasten the golden badge, his face full of pride. The others also displayed a variety of expressions, yet only Luca remained calm. There was no surprise for him—he had earned these badges many tis over in his past life, and they no longer stirred his emotions.

Whoooo—! The ancient, weathered sound of the horn echoed once more. Luca and the others stood at the front, with the brilliant sunlight behind them, the golden flags billowing in the wind, as though draping them in a majestic cloak. The vibrant energy seed to take on a tangible form, and the cheers from the square reached a fever pitch. Countless people could hardly contain their emotions, cheering and celebrating with unbridled joy.

Donald and Sini's eyes were filled with satisfaction, and Susie clenched her fists, her excited face flushed with a deep red.

Everyone knew that from this day forward, humanity's history would enter a new chapter.

And the people on the stage were the first pioneers and defenders of Sumr Country!

...

The excitent sparked by the establishnt of the Global Federation continued well into the night, only showing signs of fading as the hours passed. However, many people still celebrated in the streets, and if it weren't for the military and the Imperial Capital's security forces maintaining order, there surely would have been plenty of chaos.

After the ceremony, Luca and the others returned to Haven River Hotel with several prominent figures. Unbeknownst to them, a grand banquet had already been prepared, intended to host the distinguished guests and diplomats from various countries.

The luxurious hall was brightly lit, with lavish food and drinks spread out across the tables, and the sound of lodious songs filled the air. In an era where resources were scarce, such a luxurious banquet was undoubtedly extravagant. But given the special circumstances, a bit of indulgence could be understood.

Luca had initially planned to leave quickly, intending to make arrangents for his trip to Dragon Gate Mountain. However, when he saw Sini and Susie enjoying themselves so much, and realizing that opportunities to spend ti with them in the future would be fewer, he decided to stay and keep them company for a while longer.

But, as often happens when Luca least desired trouble, it found him like a persistent, troubleso spirit, seeking him out.

Amid the laughter and conversation, several figures exchanged glances and stood up, walking toward him.

"You're Luca, right? My na's Cetotain. How about we get to know each other?" The man at the forefront was overweight, with a face full of excess flesh. His suit was stretched tight across his fra, and his tone was blunt and rude. Susie and Sini instinctively turned to look, and when they noticed the Morning Star badge pinned to his chest, their smiles quickly faded, replaced with concern.

"Is this how people from the Western Territory speak and behave?" Luca put down his glass, raised his gaze to et the insolent fool before him, his eyes turning cold. The man was one of the Western Territory Morning Star mbers who had been on stage with them earlier.

It surprised Luca that these idiots were now coming to trouble him. However, when he caught a glimpse of Zovland in the corner of the room, wearing a knowing smile, he quickly understood who was behind this.

"How we do things in the Western Territory is none of your business, you little brat!" A slender young man beside the overweight leader sneered, about to say more, but he was stopped by the fat man at the front.

The fat man smiled amiably. "No need to get so worked up, I don't have any ill intentions."

Then, he suddenly shifted the conversation. "I heard you killed Brade Morningsong? I'm curious if you'd be interested in exchanging a few moves with . I was never able to defeat Brade Morningsong, and then he died. I thought I'd co and see what you're capable of."

The commotion had already drawn the attention of many people in the banquet hall. It was clear that mbers from both the Eastern and Western Territory Morning Star groups were now in conflict, and among them was Luca, who had just been promoted to the rank of Major General. Many people turned their gazes toward the unfolding scene.

"These idiots really have no sense of occasion," Drumph muttered, frowning and stepping forward to intervene. But Zovland stopped him.

With a calm smile, Zovland said, "It's just a bit of playful banter between the younger generation. Why make a fuss? Let them have their fun. It'll add so entertainnt to the evening."

"Are you the one behind this?" Drumph glared at Zovland. He had expected that, given the significance of the day, Zovland would tone down any personal grudges, but to his surprise, Zovland was causing trouble at such a mont.

Zovland's smile slowly faded. "Drumph, even if you're a senior, you shouldn't make baseless accusations. It's the Western Territory people causing trouble with you, what does that have to do with the Eastern Territory?"