Chapter 920 151. Victory Parade
The early morning sun shines on the towering Montreal Mountain.
Imperial Central Avenue.
The air was filled with the joy and pride of victory, and the left side of the spacious street was filled with people who came after hearing the news. They shouted loudly on the street and in front of the windows, cheering one after another, and bright flags fluttering in the wind.
On the right side of the other side are the various institutions and departments of the empire, and it is also the viewing area for officials, nobles, and guests.
On the terrace of the Ceremonial Department in the center stands a chilling throne: it is made of countless bones.
The leg bones of dragons and giants support the base of the Skeleton Throne. Above the leg bones are stacked layers of vertebrae. They are bent into elegant arcs and fit together closely to form a flat And spacious seats.
The sides of the throne are made up of ribs, and the sharp ribs protruding out seem to surround the person sitting inside. Dozens of huge bone spears stood up from behind the throne, spread out like wings. At the top of each bone spear was a human head with a crown - according to the rumors of the bard, it was the head of every human in the Tatoun Empire. The head of an enemy.
But in fact, those are the skulls of the kings of the Tatooine Empire.
As one of the Thirteen Supreme Kings, the King of Bones...it is not surprising to have such a throne.
The young emperor stood up. He was too far away from the people, so that people could not see his face clearly. The emperor was more divine than human.
"We have won another victory."
The familiar lazy voice sounded, amplified by magic, making it less youthful and more majestic.
"This is just an insignificant one among our countless victories. But it is a rare victory for the coalition. So... let the military parade begin."
After a simple speech, the court magician released a special In celebration of the magic, with flowers blooming in the sky and colorful magic fireworks, the military parade begins.
The Black Watch, one of the eight imperial guard regiments of the empire, appeared at the end of the cleared avenue.
The mage group in front and the warrior behind are wearing black mage robes and armor, with complex patterns and deep runes carved on their shoulders, forming the pattern of a two-headed lion.
The two-headed lion is the emblem of the Montreal Golden Family, while the single-headed lion is the common branch, such as the Kingdom of Ruikanle.
Black Watch’s queue is not neat, but their steps are steady and powerful, with a sense of chilling.
The crowd on the street gave out deafening cheers, and the big shots on the terrace also applauded either reservedly or enthusiastically.
Annan wants to have such an army in Liberty City in the future.
Then came the Orr Empire’s legion.
When Annan returned to Liberty City, they had not yet taken over the Empire, so he missed contact with them.
The Blue and Gold Guards of the Orr Empire are all composed of mages and rangers. They wear unique blue tabards and gold accessories. The tabards are embroidered with golden patterns and the emblem of the empire.
The Blue and Gold Guards have nothing to do with neatness, but a legion with a thousand elite mages doesn't need such fancy things at all.
What Annan thought was that this was no big deal.
Next are the troops of the various coalition forces. The Tatooine Empire wants to put Liberty City first, the Orr Empire wants to put Liberty City first, and the Ceremony Department simply compromises and puts it first. In the middle - exactly the one in front of the Kingdom of Ruikan'er.
Annan applauded along with the nobles around him. He saw many familiar faces among the coalition troops who barely lined up. Annan has never had time to visit because he has to film "300 in Liberty City". It's great news that they are still alive.
The clouds on the horizon blocked the autumn sunshine, and the cheers and whistles were equally distributed to the coalition soldiers.
At some point, Francois came over and whispered: "It's your turn We are.”
Annan stood up slightly and, like some young people, looked toward the starting point. When the first ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds, the Liberty City Legion, ready to go, began to set off slowly.
Da—da—da—
The dull, leather boots stepped neatly on the bluestone road of Central Avenue, resounding in the hearts of the crowd.
The Guards Corps and Hellfire Corps appeared at the end of the road wearing plate armor shining with cold and dazzling silver light.
Fermi, who had a broken arm, walked in the front. His sleeves were tied into a tight knot, his chest was straightened, and he kept a straight spine and resolute eyes.
The crowd watching the ceremony suddenly erupted in violent exclamations and cheers only seen when the imperial guards passed by, and followed the team forward like a wave.
Of course, "300 Warriors of Liberty City" not only creates trouble for the Kingdom of Rekaner, but also builds momentum for these warriors. For example, most viewers of the victory parade now know what the rat heads and blood patterns on the armor of these soldiers represent.
The pace and rhythm of the Guards Corps and the Hellfire Corps are the same, but they give people completely different feelings.
The former are generally a bit taller, like royal guards, majestic and solemn.
The latter moved forward silently, but exuded a breathtaking ferocity.
The Musketeers Legion followed closely behind. They wore light leather armor, slanted minstrel hats and leather boots tied to their calves. They carried muskets, revealing the different agility of the first two legions, making them They looked like Rangers - but Rangers would never walk in such neat order.
The Foreign Aid Legion and Punishment Legion that followed were equally neat, but lacked the stunning feeling of the Hellfire Legion.
Until the last alien legion appeared.
The short goblins walked in front holding various tools. They were not neatly organized and looked around, but no one expected the goblins to follow the queue obediently.
The heavily armored orcs and heavily armored tauren following behind are the highlight. Those heavy-looking armors that human soldiers would never put on their bodies are put on them. They hold battle axes and battle axes that can easily split their heads or cut in half. Steel shield. Behind them, two white dragons covered in gorgeous metal armor were crawling.
Then there were elves, ratmen, centaurs...
Compared with the crowd's unremitting cheers, the big shots on the terrace had different expressions, including disdain... relief... resentment... and appreciate.
“You have a group of excellent soldiers.” Isabel’s uncle, Fremond Ollie, the Minister of Imperial Ceremony, expressed his sincere appreciation.
As the Minister of Etiquette, he appreciates all neat things. He is already considering whether to implement this set of queues in the empire.
"All they have at this time is potential." Annan said modestly.
Free City received the cheers they wanted, and then it was finally the turn of the Kingdom of Rekaner. They were unlucky enough to follow Liberty City. They were already in a sluggish mood, and the boos ringing in the streets made them even more nervous and uneasy.
One of the soldiers in the team even accidentally tripped over himself, causing a burst of laughter.
“There’s news!” Evelin exclaimed.
"What news?" Annan asked her in a low voice.
""Soldiers who fall in the Kingdom of Ruikan will be hanged""
"Isn't this a rumor?"
"Of course not! With the cruelty of the Kingdom of Ruikan, he went back He would definitely be executed, but they would give up if we told him, so we still saved him."
(End of Chapter)