Chapter 377 Coronation (Part 3)

"Your Majesty Cassius!"

A young voice suddenly sounded in the quiet crowd. I don't know if it was arranged by the official kingdom or a call from the heart of a child who was favored by the kingdom.

But then, the crowd burst into rounds of enthusiastic cheers again, and there were many people arranged by the Propaganda Department.

"Emperor! Emperor!"

"Your Majesty Cassius! Your Majesty!"

"For the great blueprint of the Red Dragon!"

And in such cheers, the Red Dragon continued to walk slowly along the wide road.

The guards standing on both sides of the road tapped the ground with their spears, making a rhythmic sound. The two-legged dragon that landed on the ground also stretched its neck, raised its head high, and whistled softly.

The ogres pushed the heavy artillery again, creating clusters of gorgeous, blooming flames above the altar.

In this way, under the attention of hundreds of thousands of people on the scene, Cassius easily climbed the nearly 30-meter-high altar in a few steps and came directly to the top of Istalia.

Casius looked around, looking down at the people below with his pale golden pupils, and then he spoke:

"Everyone."

"Welcome to the Great Wasteland of Anzeta, welcome to my coronation ceremony."

As Casius's voice fell, a human noble with black hair, golden eyes and handsome face also appeared in front of him, and his expression and movements were completely synchronized with the huge red dragon behind him - that was the human form of Casius.

"Damn, His Majesty Casius's human form! It's rare to see it!"

"I'm just hi, husband!"

"Ahhhhhhh——"

This time, without waiting for the official personnel arranged by the kingdom to respond, the players burst into even more enthusiastic cheers, and they were absolutely from the heart.

"The ceremony can begin."

Casius didn't care about the noise of the crowd, but just calmly ordered, and the man and dragon on the altar spoke at the same time.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

His followers got busy.

The Istalia Altar has seven floors, connected by neat steps, forming a pyramid-like stone structure, representing the current status division of the kingdom.

At the top of the altar is a huge platform with mysterious patterns carved on it, which is nearly ten meters higher than the previous floor - this is where Cassius is.

This platform represents the supreme royal power of the Burning Kingdom, or the future imperial power.

The three dukes, Rump, Doro, and Medorash, came to the altar one by one, and climbed up to the sixth floor of the altar step by step through the long stairs.

They stood there in order according to their long-arranged positions, quietly waiting for the next ritual steps.

Next, there were seven marquises, including Alger, Gold Fang, and Delena, and then there were twenty-four earls, more than forty viscounts, and hundreds of barons.

Even those first-class citizens who had made contributions were honored with this honor, and lined up in a neat queue and stood at the bottom of the altar.

"Woo--"

The green-footed dragon snake horn under the altar sounded.

At this time, the Great Altar of Istalia was already crowded with people and flags flying.

The citizens of the Burning Kingdom looked up at the high-spirited dragon-blood nobles, exclaimed in amazement, and envied them.

People from all over Fianso were thoughtful. This type of architecture is not uncommon on the continent - and the most famous ones are those of the original Saint Fadlan.

"No, it's impossible"

"Is it really the Pyramid of the Sun God?"

"No, it's absolutely impossible, but it's too important. Even a little possibility is great news! I must go back and report to His Majesty."

Dayev looked at the altar and shook his head, his face became extremely ugly.

One hundred and fifty years ago, the great "Sun King" Aragon I built three pyramids in Thrace, Cassander, and Seleucid regions, and built the most magnificent Eternal Sun God Pyramid in the capital of the empire.

On the holy day of the Amaunator Church - the summer solstice, ceremonies were held simultaneously in the pyramids of the sun god in various places. Amaunator bestowed the gift of sunlight, allowing hundreds of people to complete "ascension", and this was also the beginning of the Holy Fadlan Empire.

And now, the coronation ceremony of the Burning Kingdom reminded him of the sacred ceremony a hundred years ago.

Although the emergence of such thoughts can be regarded as usurpation, Dayev couldn't help but connect the two and felt deeply worried about it.

And he didn't know that this was all done deliberately by Cassius, who wanted to use this to attract the attention of various countries.

In the crowded crowd, noisy discussions and whispers continued to sound.

"The ceremony is about to begin."

"Please keep quiet."

With the help of those special speakers, Trump's steady voice spread to every corner of the venue.

Under Trump's announcement, under the pressure of the huge dragon on the high platform, the crowd of hundreds of thousands of people suddenly quieted down, and people all looked up.

Rump stretched out his hand, took out a well-prepared exquisite scroll, and slowly unfolded it.

The ogre took a step forward and read aloud:

"The great 'King of Burning Embers' Cassius unified Anzeta in just a few years and wiped out the frost giant tribe in the north. He used thunderous means to bring long-lost peace and stability to the people of Anzeta - this is an achievement and feat that no one has been able to achieve in this land for thousands of years."

"For this reason, people from all over Anzeta unanimously believe that the title of 'king' is no longer enough to describe the greatness of His Majesty Cassius. He deserves a more noble title - the emperor."

"His Majesty Cassius will rule here forever, and the Kingdom of Burning Embers will be upgraded to a greater country - the Burning Embers Empire!"

"His Majesty the Emperor! The Burning Embers Emperor!"

"The Burning Embers Empire!"

"Long live the emperor, long live the empire!"

The moment Trump's words fell, the crowd cheered again. Under the supervision of the tiefling guards, the cheers this time were more enthusiastic than ever before.

The people standing in the front row had tears on their faces, knelt on the ground in embarrassment, and even fainted with excitement - I just don't know if this is a true expression of feelings, or the exaggerated script of the Propaganda Department.

"His Majesty Cassius's kindness will never be repaid in this life!"

"Your Majesty, we support you! It is you who gave us a new life!"

Representatives of several clans such as humans, tieflings, hobgoblins, ogres, etc. squeezed out of the crowd, and their expressions were also extremely glorious and excited.

Together, they lifted a scroll made of raw cowhide that was tens of meters long and slowly unfolded it on the road - the smooth leather surface was covered with thousands of handprints, claw prints and even hoof prints.

"Your Majesty, we sincerely beg you to be crowned! This is the wish of all citizens!"

"Yes! If you can be crowned, even at the cost of your life."

"You are us."

"Yes, Your Majesty, this is the only way we can repay your kindness a little bit."

The representatives of the clans knelt on the ground, and the unfolded scroll had a few bright words written on it - "A letter to Your Majesty, Cassius, to be crowned as the emperor."

This petition was stamped by tens of thousands of clansmen, which showed that the coronation of the emperor was not only a need for national development, but also the aspirations of the people.

It also proved to the world that this coronation was impeccable both from a legal and practical perspective.

On the altar platform, Cassius overlooked the "grand occasion" below, trying to keep his majestic posture unchanged.

"It's embarrassing, isn't it? The Propaganda Department is too exaggerated this time, but..."

"The effect seems to be quite good."

Red Dragon looked at the surprised, frightened, and bewildered faces of the foreign envoys, and his mouth twitched slightly. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

It seems that in terms of public opinion propaganda, this group of players is already far ahead of all places in Fianso. (End of this chapter)