Alien world

Chapter 920 Chapter 151. Victory Parade
The morning sun shines on the majestic Montreal Mountains.

Empire Central Avenue.

The air was filled with the joy and pride of victory, and the wide streets on the left were filled with people who had rushed in after hearing the news. They shouted loudly on the streets and in front of the windows, cheering one after another, and bright flags fluttered in the wind.

On the other right side are the locations of various imperial institutions and departments, and it is also the viewing area for officials, nobles, and guests.

On the central terrace of the Ministry of Ceremonies 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. They are bent into elegant arcs and fit closely together to form a flat and spacious seat.

The sides of the throne were made of ribs, and the sharp ribs stretched out like a hug around 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 bard's rumors, those were the heads of every enemy of the Taturn Empire.

But in fact, those are the skulls of successive kings of the Taturn Empire.

As one of the Thirteen Supreme Kings... it is not surprising that the King of Skeletons has such a throne.

The young emperor stood up. He was so far away from the people that people could not see his face clearly. There was more divinity than humanity surrounding the emperor.

"We got another win."

A familiar lazy voice sounded, and after being amplified by magic, it became less youthful and more majestic.

"This is just one of our countless victories. But it is a rare victory for the coalition forces. So... let's start the parade."

After a brief speech, the court magician released a spell specially designed for the celebration, and the parade began with colorful magical fireworks blooming in the sky like flowers.

The Black Watch, one of the eight Imperial Guard Legions, appeared at the end of the cleared avenue.

The mage group in front and the warriors behind were dressed in black mage robes and armor, with intricate patterns and deep runes engraved 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 an ordinary branch, such as the Kingdom of Rakanal.

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 gave deafening cheers, and the dignitaries on the terraces applauded, either reservedly or enthusiastically.

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

Next came the legions of the Or Empire.

When Annan returned to Liberty City, they had not yet taken over the Empire, so he missed the opportunity to come into contact with them.

The Blue and Gold Guard of the Or Empire is composed entirely of mages and rangers. They wear unique blue robes and gold accessories, and the robes are embroidered with gold patterns and the emblem of the empire.

The Blue and Gold Guards had nothing to do with neatness, but a legion of a thousand elite mages didn't need such fancy stuff.

Annan thought it was nothing big.

Next came the troops of the coalition forces. The Taturn 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 clapped along with the nobles around him. He saw many familiar faces among the coalition forces that barely formed a line. 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 coalition soldiers.

At one point, Francois leaned over and whispered, "It's our turn."

Annan stood up a little straighter, and like some young people, he leaned over to look at the departure point. When the first ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds, the Liberty City Legion, which was ready to go, began to slowly set off.

Da da da--

The dull sound of leather boots neatly stepping on the bluestone pavement of Central Avenue resounded in the hearts of the crowd.

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

Fermi, whose arm was broken, walked in front, his sleeves tied into a knot, his chest puffed out, his back straight and his gaze determined.

The crowd watching the ceremony suddenly burst into the kind of loud exclamations and cheers that one would only hear when the Imperial Guards passed by, and followed the team forward like a wave.

Of course, 300 is not only about causing trouble for the Kingdom of Rekanel, but also about building momentum for these warriors. For example, now, most of the audience at the victory parade know what the rat head and blood patterns on the armor of these soldiers represent.

The Guards and the Hellfire Legion move in the same rhythm, but they give off completely different vibes.

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

The latter moved forward silently, but exuded a ferocity that took one's breath away.

The Musketeer Corps followed closely behind. They were wearing light leather armor, bard hats worn at an angle, and leather boots tied to their calves. They carried muskets and were a different kind of agility from the first two legions. They looked like rangers - but rangers definitely couldn't walk in such an orderly manner.

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

Until finally the alien army appeared.

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

The heavy orcs and tauren following behind were the highlight, wearing heavy armor that looked heavy and would never be worn by human soldiers, holding battle axes and fine steel shields that could easily split a skull or behead a person. Behind them, two white dragons were crawling on their stomachs in gorgeous metal armor.

Then there are 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 an excellent group of soldiers." Isabel's uncle, Fremond Oley, the Minister of Imperial Etiquette, expressed his appreciation sincerely.

As Minister of Etiquette, he appreciated everything that was neat and tidy, and he was already considering whether to implement this procession throughout the empire.

"All they have at this point is potential," Annan said modestly.

Liberty City received the cheers they wanted, and then it was finally the turn of the Kingdom of Rekanel. They had the misfortune to follow behind Liberty City, and their momentum was already weak. The boos from the streets 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! Given the cruelty of the Kingdom of Rekanel, he would definitely be executed if he returned. If we tell them, they will give up on doing so, so we still saved him."

(End of this chapter)