Transcendent Dawn

In the 290th year of the federal calendar, the Empire Antonio ruled for 18 years.

January 1.

The grand celebration was held in the imperial capital Sacred as scheduled.

As early as a few days ago, the most elite guards of the empire marched into the capital and carried out large-scale rectification and cleanup to clear the way for the upcoming floats and parades.

The nobles took out their most gorgeous dresses one after another, and attended the celebration with the ladies and gentlemen.

In the streets and alleys, there are also free food distribution points arranged by them. The unlimited supply of bread and juice is enough to make the beggars in the slums cheer and live the only happy life that can eat enough for a day or two in decades .

In front of the Night Palace.

The canopy has been set up, and the first person to sit on the top is naturally the emperor——Antonio Caesar.

Surrounding him were the great nobles and important ministers of the empire, they surrounded him like stars surrounding the moon.

Even if there is decline, the Chris Empire at this time is still the most powerful human country in the world.

The other minor nobles were looking at the most central venue from a distance, and some were still humming songs praising the empire.

Oh... great Chris, you are the glory, you are the light, you are the morning light all over the world.

You are like a sun that never sets, you will hang high in the sky forever, ruling the world...

...

Oh great Chris.

Alma was wearing a tunic skirt and a top hat with white feathers on her head. A hazy circle of white gauze fell down, covering her face.

She had a layer of white gloves on her hands, and was holding a folding fan made of peacock feathers, fanning it violently.

After humming along for a while, she complained to her elder brother Blue next to her: Is this still winter in Sacred? Why do I feel like I've come to a plantation in the south?

Please be patient.

Looking at the densely packed seats and human heads around him, Bruce smiled wryly.

There are too many small nobles in the Chris Empire, and the Farrell family is not very conspicuous among them, but having a seat in this huge square is already much better than the ordinary people who can only stand outside.

He looked left and right, and suddenly asked, Where is your father?

He should be going to perform his duties...but it's great to be able to watch the celebration with those big people up close. Alma said proudly.

But... Baron Farrell is only the outermost guard, maybe he has to guard the deserted palace today, and he has no chance to watch the celebration at all, hehe...

A shrill laugh came from a fat noble girl next to her who was covering her mouth with a folding fan.

Bruce glanced at the fat body of the second daughter of the Lannon family in disgust, and quickly looked away.

The status of the Baron Lennon family is similar to that of the Farrell family, but the daughters of the two families are not at odds with each other, and they like to ridicule and compare each other.

It's like those noble women showing off to each other how beautiful their manors are, how luxurious their jewelry is, and how prominent their husbands and sons are.

'vulgar……'

Bruce felt a little deeply sad: 'Could it be that my sister has become such a person? Or... is this the so-called aristocratic demeanor? '

You're talking nonsense!

Alma suddenly looked like a kitten whose hair was blown up: You are purely jealous,

Because Lord Lennon lost to my father in the selection.

You're the one talking nonsense.

The two girls confronted each other, making the weather seem even hotter.

Bruce wiped his sweat helplessly, and inadvertently glanced at the canopy: All the big shots have entered, huh?

He rubbed his eyes, feeling a little dazed: My God, what did I see?

His mouth was wide open, as if petrified, and he stared blankly in the direction of the colorful shed.

Brother... what are you doing...

Alma, who had had enough noise, took a few deep breaths and looked at her elder brother next to her.

You...look... Two dry words came out of Bruce's throat.

Following his gaze, Alma saw her father, Gregory Farrell, who was suddenly invited to sit down in the tent, and next to him were the Minister of Finance and the Minister of Military Affairs.

Oh my God!

Alma fanned her fan excitedly: I'm not dreaming, am I?

Felina, look!

She proudly said to the second daughter of Lennon's family: That's my father...he must be reused.

That's right... the Mad King's favor. Felina stared blankly for a long time, but couldn't find any refutation. Her lips moved for a moment, and she uttered a sentence in an ant-like voice.

Hehe...you are just jealous.

Alma felt better than ever. She had never been so proud to have such a father.

...

Lord Farrell.

The Minister of Finance sitting next to Sulu stared at him in amazement for a while, with an inexplicable smile on his face: Our Emperor, His Majesty, really likes to surprise.

Maybe...but today's protagonist has just entered the stage, hasn't he?

Sulu put his right fist on his cheek, quietly watching the Pope of the Six Orthodox Church enter the venue.

Pope Britney of the Church of the Mother Earth, Pope Conrad the God of Knowledge, Curry the God of the Sea, Cody the God of Fire, Pope Cyril the God of War, and the last Lady Storm Darcy the Blessed...

Sulu listened to the roll call, watched the six popes take their seats, and couldn't help but look at it secretly.

‘Except for the church of the Goddess of Light, the popes of other churches have come in person, which is enough to show that they attach great importance to Antonio... In fact, people from the White Eagle Federation should also come, but they are hiding in secret. '

Welcome the arrival of the six crown princes.

Seeing that everyone was here, Antonio stood up and greeted everyone: Now... I declare that the celebration has officially begun!

boom!

The salute exploded.

The noise spread far and wide.

The frenzy of the people is also a kind of belief... I feel the cohesion of fanaticism.

Seeing this scene, Pope Conrad of the God of Knowledge said in a low voice.

As the emperor of the empire, the pinnacle representative of royal power in the world, Antonio's state at this time is also very strange.

Accompanied by waves of cheers from below, only high-level professionals could notice that the aura lingering on him suddenly became stronger and stronger.

Under the huts of the six Patriarchs, light and shadow were distorted, and a dark conversation was going on.

Cyril, make a choice!

The Pope of the God of Flame sighed, Are you going to create another holy war?

As a result of the last Holy War, the New World completely separated from the colonial system of the Chris Empire, and the White Eagle Federation was established.

Not only that, the center of gravity of the Church of the Goddess of Light has completely shifted to the New World, and the original belief system of the Seven Gods began to split.

Antonio is already crazy, he is joining forces with the evil god, don't you believe the evidence you have seen?

The Pope, Mother Earth, favors women, Britney advised with a gentle voice.

We all know ... that we serve God and ask for His favor.

Cyril said softly: But when did the gods ever truly have mercy on us? Why...don't they create a local god who truly loves us?

The expressions of the other five patriarchs suddenly became dull.

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