the last king of darkness

Chapter 209 The Great Celebration

On the fifth day since Rhodes returned from the front, the Kuroshio officially ended.

According to the report of the investigative legion, the main front of the Kuroshio has turned to the southwest, and the aftermath no longer sweeps Trorian.

Since then, the four-month Kuroshio Campaign has come to an end.

The soldiers who have fought bloody battles on the front line for four months can finally return to Wangcheng.

People who have spent hundreds of days in the dark will finally usher in the first solar festival in 1325 of the Tesrivian Gregorian calendar.

News of the festival had already spread through the various neighborhood offices.

Focusing on the date and the weather is a Trorian instinct.

Everyone was looking forward to it, and the breath of restlessness permeated the entire royal city.

this day.

Even before night and morning, the Sun Festival has already shown its power.

The ray of the holy flame was bright, and the black mist that shrouded the royal city all the year round was as light as a wisp of smoke.

On weekdays, except for the patrolling watchman squad, the empty streets are already full of people.

The civilians greeted each other with smiles on their faces, while they were busy with all kinds of trivial housework, while discussing the upcoming celebration.

Volunteers organized by the major affairs and government offices cleaned the streets and alleys, painted old houses with new paint, and decorated the main roads with flowers and silk.

The scented water was sprinkled into the sky by the girls, bringing a strong atmosphere to the celebration.

At the moment when the clock points to morning, the sun, which has been away for hundreds of days, rises from the east.

Wan Dao's golden light crossed the mountain peak and sprinkled on countless residents and houses under the high wall.

Everyone is bathed in this golden radiance.

The sky has become vaster than ever before, with tall white clouds cruising in the light blue ocean, and light traveling freely in the pure space.

The clear breeze blows head-on, blowing away all the panic, distress, anxiety, and boredom pent up in my heart.

People who have been suffering in the darkness for hundreds of days finally waited for this day. They were immersed in this sacred scene, and there was only peace in their hearts, and their souls were purified in the brilliance.

I don't know how long it took before there was a cheer in Wangcheng.

It was like sparks falling in a gunpowder keg, and the surging cheers instantly flooded the entire royal city.

And when their king led all the big shots down from the upper city, the cheers reached an unprecedented climax.

The king wore a golden and white royal robe covered with flame patterns, and a golden crown that looked like a burning flame. Standing on the giant float prepared by the highest government office, he accepted the greetings of the people of Trorian. Cheers and salute.

On the smaller float at the rear sat the First Elder Amondo, the Archbishop Horus, and the First Defense Chief Lin.

Behind them are the guardians, the chiefs of the major armies, the archon, the bishop, the priest, the leaders and important personnel of the major institutions, and the elders of the Supreme Council.

Rhodes sat among the important members of the War Department, looking at the cheering civilians on the broad avenue.

The upper floors of the houses on both sides were crowded with faces, countless hands were waving to them, a faint fragrance floated in the air, bouquets of colored ribbons covered the facades of the houses along the way, and the bright sun shone down from the sky.

At this moment, he felt as if he had come to a normal world. The perennial black mist, deformed monsters, and terrifying darkness all seemed like a dream.

The queue of giant floats walked slowly along the first avenue of Wangcheng towards the main city gate.

They will be there to welcome the returning warriors in triumph.

On the float, everyone was well-dressed and glamorously dressed, and Rhodes was no exception. Molly personally cut a suit of clothes for him.

After careful grooming, Rhodes took on a completely new look. He has black hair and black pupils, a slender figure, star-like eyebrows, red lips and white teeth. He is both handsome and mighty.

Even sitting on the float with the largest number of people still attracted a lot of attention.

Piles of handkerchiefs flew towards him like butterflies picking flowers.

Countless girls, girls and women on both sides of the road threw handkerchiefs symbolizing their love to the boy.

The handkerchiefs on the float quickly piled up like a mountain, and the movement even spread to the float at the front.

It is naturally impossible for this kind of news to bother the king.

This is the most important celebration in Trorian. The appearance of the king can greatly soothe people's hearts, minimize the monsters born of despair, and reduce the soil for the survival of doomsday believers, which is of great significance to the stability and development of Trorian as a whole. great effect.

Any unexpected factors that appeared during the celebration were first brought together in the hands of the First Elder, Armando.

After listening to the report, Armando's withered face wrinkled together.

This is not a malicious disturbance, let alone a doomsday cultist's disturbance. The ruling chief Lucien is trustworthy and will not make any mistakes at this time.

But it was because of this that Armando felt very unhappy.

"Tell that kid to stop, no one is allowed to snatch the king's gaze during the ceremony."

However, this order was opposed by Archbishop Horus.

"The day of the celebration should be celebrated, I think there is no problem."

Armando said coldly: "This is the rule. Only the king can accept the worship of the people during the ceremony."

Dalin smiled and said: "Lord Amando, the rules are set by people. I think the people will hope that there are more people under the king to protect them."

Horus: "Yes, yes."

Armando shut his mouth.

Dalin stood up and waved to everyone, which also caused a lot of cheers.

Horus followed suit, and under their leadership, everyone on the rear float stood up.

People cheered even louder, after all, there were not only handsome men on it.

In such a joyful atmosphere, they arrived at the main city gate.

In front of the city gate is a very wide square, where the triumphant celebration will be held.

The square is already full of people.

A large number of priests and clergy are maintaining order, and after the floats enter the square, they form a viewing stand.

Everything after that was handed over to Archbishop Horus.

One of the main responsibilities of the Holy Church is to appease the people and is responsible for public prayers and sacrifices.

The celebration is also a kind of sacrifice in essence.

The choral troupe, choir and nuns of the Holy Church soon arrived at the square, and under the arrangement of Horus, began the pre-ceremony performance.

The huge city gate square was crowded with people, and even the houses in the distance and the high city walls were full of people.

Everyone stretched their heads, immersed in the sacred hymn and graceful dance.

Only Rhodes almost fell asleep.

He thought there would be some amazing performance, but it turned out to be singing and dancing.

This kind of song with the nature of religious worship is elegant and long, and the dance with the theme of flames is rigorous and delicate, and the people are completely ecstatic when they watch it.

But in Rhodes' view, there is no explosive point.

The sacred singing is no different from a lullaby, and the nuns are dressed in solemn church robes and hoods, so that they can't even see their faces.

What high-heeled shoes, black silk long legs, low-cut backless evening dress, there is no shadow.

After the performance, it was time for the usual speeches.

Horus used some strange crystal instrument to amplify his voice throughout the royal city.

But the deafening voice still can't resist the sleepiness brought about by the old-fashioned and cumbersome words.

Of course, the people of Wangcheng don't think so.

One after another, cheers sounded throughout the entire royal city, proving how exciting the archbishop's speech was.

But Rhodes heard such similar words too much, he couldn't open his eyelids, so he just tilted his head, lay on Molly's lap, and fell into a sweet sleep.

Molly didn't move either, just let him lie quietly like this.

After an unknown amount of time, Rhodes was awakened by a deafening cheer.

He opened his eyes and saw that everyone around him stood up.

Molly told him: "The Knights have returned to the city, and Master Alan is also inside."

It was the first time that Rhodes saw Molly's expression other than indifference, so he stood up quickly and looked out.

I saw a large number of knights riding white spirit horses entering the city gate and stepping onto the square.

The leader is none other than the first knight commander, Alan.

He was riding the only red spiritual horse, with a large shield and sword hanging on both sides, and a saber at his waist. When he appeared in the square, the cheers almost broke the sky.

Everyone shouted his name: "Alan! Alan!"

The endless tones turned into a torrent, drowning out all the noises. Everyone looked at this most legendary hero excitedly. There was reverence in the eyes of the men, and longing in the eyes of the women, even Molly was no exception.

Alan led a large number of knights through the square, saluted the king, and walked along the first road.

Behind him, the orderly white spirit knights marched towards the depths of the royal city like a torrent, showing their incomparable power to the people of Trorian.

Not only on the ground, but also in the sky, a large number of white spirit knights flew by.

At this moment, Rhodes really felt like a military parade.

(End of this chapter)