A strange world

Chapter 920 Section 151. Victory Parade

The morning sun shines on the majestic Montreal Mountain.

The central avenue of the empire.

The air is filled with the joy and pride of victory, and the left side of the wide street is full of people who have come 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 departments of the empire, and it is also the viewing area for officials, nobles, and guests.

On the terrace of the etiquette 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 layers of stacked vertebrae, which are bent into elegant arcs and fit tightly together to form a flat and spacious seat.

The sides of the throne are made of ribs, and the sharp ribs that stick out seem to hug the person sitting inside. Dozens of huge bone spears rose from behind the throne, spreading out like wings, and each bone spear had a crowned human head on top - according to the legend of the bard, it was the head of every enemy of the Tatun Empire.

But in fact, it was the skull of the kings of the Tatun Empire.

As one of the thirteen supreme kings, the Skeleton King... it was not surprising that he had such a throne.

The young emperor stood up. He was too far away from the people to let people see his face clearly. The divinity shrouded the emperor was more than humanity.

"We have won another victory."

The familiar lazy voice sounded, and after being amplified by the spell, it was less youthful and more majestic.

"This is just a trivial one among our countless victories. It's just a rare victory for the coalition. So... let's start the parade."

After a simple speech, the court magician released a spell dedicated to the celebration. The parade began in the colorful magic fireworks blooming in the sky like flowers.

The Black Watch, one of the eight imperial guards, appeared at the end of the clear avenue.

The mages in front and the warriors behind were wearing black mage robes and armor, with complex patterns and deep runes engraved on their shoulders, forming a two-headed lion pattern.

The two-headed lion is the emblem of the Montreal Golden Family, while the single-headed lion is an ordinary branch, such as the Kingdom of Recanel.

The Black Watch's ranks were not neat, but their steps were steady and powerful, with a sense of solemnity.

The crowds on the street cheered deafeningly, and the bigwigs on the terrace also applauded reservedly or enthusiastically.

Annan thought that Liberty City would also have such a legion in the future.

Next was the legion of the Or Empire.

When Annan returned to Liberty City, they had not yet taken over the Empire, and he just missed the contact with them.

The Blue and Gold Guards of the Or Empire are composed of mages and rangers. They wear unique blue robes and gold ornaments, and the robes 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 does not need such fancy things at all.

Annan thought it was nothing special.

Next came the troops of the coalition forces. The Tatun Empire wanted to put Liberty City first, the Or Empire wanted to put Liberty City last, and the Ministry of Etiquette simply compromised and put it in the middle - just before the Kingdom of Rekanel.

Annan applauded along with the nobles around him. He saw many familiar faces in the coalition forces that barely lined up. Because of the filming of "300 Warriors of Liberty City", Annan had no time to visit them. It was good news that they were still alive.

The clouds in the sky blocked the autumn sunshine, and cheers and whistles were also generously distributed to the soldiers of the coalition forces.

At a certain moment, Francois came over and whispered: "It's our turn."

Annan stood up a little straighter, and like some young people, he looked towards the starting point.

When the first ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds, the Liberty City Legion, ready to go, began to slowly set off.

Da-da-da-da-

The dull, leather boots stepped neatly on the bluestone road of the central avenue, resounding in the hearts of the crowd.

The Guards and Hellfire Legion appeared at the end of the road in plate armor that shone with cold and dazzling silver light.

Femi, who had a broken arm, walked in front, his sleeves tied into a knot, his chest straightened, and his spine and eyes fixed.

The crowd watching the ceremony suddenly burst into intense exclamations and cheers that only the Imperial Guards would have when they passed by, and followed the team forward like a wave.

"300 Warriors of Liberty City" is of course not only to cause trouble for the Kingdom of Rekanel, but also to build momentum for these warriors. For example, now, most of the audience of the victory parade know what the rat heads and blood patterns on the armor of these soldiers represent.

The pace of the Guards and the Hellfire Legion is the same, but they give people completely different feelings.

The former are generally taller, like royal guards, majestic and solemn.

The latter move forward silently, but exudes a breathtaking fierceness.

The Musketeers followed closely behind. They wore light leather armor, bardic hats worn sideways, and leather boots tied to their calves. They carried muskets, showing a different agility from the first two legions, making them look like rangers—but rangers definitely couldn't walk so neatly.

The Foreign Aid Legion and Punishment Legion that followed closely behind were also neat, but lacked the stunning feeling of the Hellfire Legion.

Until the alien legion appeared at last.

The short goblins walked in front holding various tools. They were not neat and looked around, but no one expected the goblins to walk in line obediently.

The heavy-armored orcs and heavy-armored minotaurs following behind were the highlight. They were wearing heavy armor that looked heavy and would never be worn by human soldiers. They held battle axes and fine steel shields that could easily split heads or cut people in half. Behind them, two white dragons were crawling on their stomachs in gorgeous metal armor.

Then came the elves, ratmen, centaurs...

Compared to the crowd's unremitting cheers, the bigwigs on the terrace had different expressions, disdain... relief... resentment... and appreciation.

"You have a group of excellent soldiers." Isabel's uncle, Fremond Oley, the Minister of the Imperial Etiquette Department, expressed his appreciation sincerely.

As the Minister of Etiquette, he appreciated everything that was neat. He was already considering whether to promote this set of formations in the empire.

"All they have now is potential." Annan said modestly.

Free City received the cheers they wanted, and then it was finally the turn of the Kingdom of Rekanel. They were unlucky to follow behind Free City. Their momentum was already weak, and the boos on the street made them even more nervous and uneasy.

Even a soldier in the team accidentally tripped himself, causing a burst of laughter.

"There's news!" Evelyn exclaimed.

"What news?" Annan asked her in a low voice.

"Soldiers who fall in the Kingdom of Rekanel will be hanged"

"Isn't this a rumor?"

"Of course not! With the cruelty of the Kingdom of Rekanel, he will definitely be executed if he returns. If we tell them, they will give up doing so, so we still saved him."