Chapter 384: Chapter 307 Coronation (3)
“His Majesty Cassius!”
In the quiet crowd, a tender voice suddenly rang out. It was unclear whether it was arranged by the kingdom’s officials or a heartfelt call from a child who had received the kingdom’s favor.
But following this, the crowd once again erupted into rounds of enthusiastic cheers, among which there were quite a few arranged by the propaganda departnt.
“Emperor! Emperor!”
“His Majesty Cassius! Your Majesty!”
“For the great plan of the Red Dragon!”
And amidst such calls, the Red Dragon continued to walk slowly down the wide road.
The guards standing on both sides of the road struck their spears to the ground, creating rhythmic sounds. The bipedal wyverns that had landed on the ground also stretched their necks, raising their heads high and letting out light cries.
The ogres once again pushed the heavy cannons, creating brilliant, blossoming flas above the altar.
Just like that, under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of onlookers, Cassius easily climbed the nearly thirty-ter-high altar in a few steps, arriving directly at the very top of Isdalia.
Cassius looked around, his pale golden pupils surveying the multitudes below, and then he spoke:
“Everyone…”
“Welco to the Anzeta Great Wilderness, welco to my coronation ceremony.”
As Cassius finished speaking, a black-haired, golden-eyed, handso human noble appeared before him. His deanor and actions were completely synchronized with the massive Red Dragon behind him — this was the human incarnation of Cassius.
“Oh my, His Majesty Cassius in human form! A rare sight indeed!”
“My dear husband!”
“Ahhh——”
This ti, before the kingdom officials could react, the players erupted in even more fervent cheers, this ti undoubtedly from the heart.
“The ceremony can begin now.”
Ignoring the crowd’s clamor, Cassius simply ordered calmly, and the person and dragon on the altar spoke simultaneously.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
His retainers busied themselves.
The Isdalia Grand Altar had seven layers, connected by orderly steps, forming a pyramid-like stone structure representing the kingdom’s current hierarchical division.
And at the very top of the Great Altar was a massive platform engraved with mysterious patterns, nearly ten ters higher than the previous layer — this was where Cassius stood.
This platform represented the Ashen Kingdom’s supre royalty, or rather, the future imperial authority.
Ramp, Dolores, and zulash, the three Grand Dukes, arrived at the front of the altar one by one, climbing step by step through the long stairs to the sixth layer of the Great Altar.
Following the pre-arranged order, they stood silently, waiting for the next steps of the ceremony.
Next ca Alger, Jin Ya, Dailenna, and the other seven Marquises, followed by twenty-four Earls, over forty Viscounts, and over a hundred Barons.
Even those First-Class Citizens who had made ritorious contributions were bestowed with this honor, standing in neat rows at the bottom layer of the Great Altar.
“Ooo—”
The Bluefoot Dragon-snake Horn blew from beneath the altar.
At this mont, the Isdalia Grand Altar was already bustling with people and banners fluttering.
The citizens of the Ashen Kingdom looked up at those spirited Dragonblood Nobles, exclaiming repeatedly and feeling endless envy.
People from various parts of Fianso pondered, for such architectural forms were not uncommon on the continent — most notably those of the original Holy Fadlan.
“No, it’s impossible…”
“Could it be… the Pyramid of the Sun God?”
“No, definitely not, but this is so important. Even the slightest possibility is huge news! I must report back to His Majesty.”
Dayev looked at the altar, shaking his head continuously, his face becoming extrely grim.
A hundred and fifty years ago, the great “Sun King” Aragon the First built three pyramids in Thrace, Cassandra, and Seleucis, and in the capital of the Empire, he constructed the most magnificent Eternal Sun God Pyramid.
On the holy day of the Amanata Church — the sumr solstice, pyramids of the Sun God all over the world perford ceremonies simultaneously. Amanata bestowed the blessing of sunlight, allowing hundreds to achieve “Ascension,” marking the beginning of the Holy Fadlan Federation.
And now, the coronation ceremony of the Ashen Kingdom reminded him of that sacred ceremony a century ago.
Although such thoughts were tantamount to blasphemy, Dayev couldn’t help but link the two together and felt deeply worried.
Unbeknownst to him, all of this was done deliberately by Cassius to attract the attention of other countries.
Among the crowded throngs, the incessant noise of discussions and whispers continued to rise.
“The ceremony is about to begin.”
“Please maintain silence.”
With the aid of special audio devices, Ramp’s steady voice spread to every corner of the venue.
At Ramp’s announcent, under the imnse might of the giant dragon on the high platform, the crowd of tens of thousands instantly quieted down, and people collectively looked up.
Ramp extended his hand and produced a pre-prepared exquisite scroll out of thin air, unfolding it slowly.
The Great Goblin stepped forward and read aloud:
“The great ‘King of Ashen,’ His Majesty Cassius, in just a few short years, unified Anzeta and eradicated the Frost Giant tribes of the North. With thunderous thods, he brought long-awaited peace and stability to the people of Anzeta — an achievent and great deed unprecedented in this land for a thousand years.”
“Therefore, the people of Anzeta unanimously believe that the title of ‘King’ is no longer sufficient to describe the greatness of His Majesty Cassius. He should be conferred a higher, nobler title — Emperor.”
“His Majesty Cassius shall forever rule here, and the Ashen Kingdom shall be elevated to a greater nation — the Ashen Empire!”
“His Imperial Majesty! The Ashen Empire’s Emperor!”
“The Ashen Empire!”
“Long live the Emperor, long live the Empire!”
As Ramp finished speaking, the crowd once again burst into cheers, and under the supervision of the Tiefling Guards, the cheers were more fervent than ever before.
The people in the front row wept with joy, kneeling on the ground in disarray, so even fainting from excitent — whether this was genuine affection or the usual exaggerated script from the propaganda departnt was unknown.
“The kindness of His Majesty Cassius can never be repaid, not even in a thousand lifetis!”
“Your Majesty, we support you! It is you who granted us new life!”
Representatives of various retainers, including humans, Tieflings, Great Goblins, and Ogres, squeezed out from the crowd, their expressions filled with imnse pride and excitent.
They collectively lifted a scroll made from stitched original cowhide, asuring several dozen ters, and slowly unfurled it on the road — the smooth surface covered with countless handprints, claw marks, and even hoof prints.
“Your Majesty Cassius, we sincerely ask you to be crowned Emperor! This is the wish of all subjects!”
“Yes! If you could be crowned, even at the cost of our lives…”
“You are our…”
“Indeed, Your Majesty, it is only through this way that we can sowhat repay your kindness…”
The representatives knelt on the ground, on the laid-out scroll were written several large, bright characters — “Petition for His Majesty Cassius to be crowned Emperor.”
This petition, bearing the imprints of tens of thousands of retainers, demonstrated that the Emperor’s coronation was not only a demand for national developnt but also the heartfelt desire of its people.
It also served as evidence to the world that whether by legal reason or practical terms, this coronation was beyond reproach.
Atop the high altar, Cassius overlooked the “grand scene” below, trying his best to maintain a dignified posture.
“Awkward, isn’t it? The propaganda departnt went too extravagant this ti, but…”
“The effect seems to be quite good.”
The Red Dragon, looking at the astonished, fearful, and bewildered faces of the foreign envoys, slightly twitched the corner of his mouth, montarily at a loss for words.
It seed that in terms of public opinion propaganda, these players were already far ahead of various regions of Fianso.
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