In the face of the strong and majestic collective shout, the little emperor couldn't help but stretch out his right hand and raise it to the sky against the scorching sun.

It was as if the flames of the Flame Empire came not only from the earth, but also from the sun that illuminates all things.

An eternal sun that brings warmth and fire like a god.

"Coexist with the flames! the flames protect the empire!" the little emperor also looked at the mighty soldiers around him, and shouted almost hysterically.

Even though there were still two hours before Long Qing's army review, the frenzy within the imperial capital had already filled the surroundings of every participating citizen here.

Including nobles and officials.

Fortunately, there are only a part of the Emperor's new guard and core members and most of the Imperial officials near the main church of the Imperial Capital, otherwise, relying on the current prestige of the Little Emperor, I am afraid that the citizens of the Imperial Capital will surround him to witness this Son of Heaven who controls the power of the Dragon Clan.

The Son of Heaven is the word Creator, and naturally he must be a demigod.

The ancient myths of the empire have always conferred responsibility and fraternity on the gods, and the dragons have been deprived of their qualifications to become gods since the war five hundred years ago.

Even if he has the perfect power to control the attributes and heaven and earth, once he loses his best qualities as a human being, he can only be a demon, not a god.

"You can take your place, your troops and officials must march according to all the arrangements made by me and the Prime Minister for today's celebration, if there is an accident, I don't need to punish you, the wrath of the dragon clan will be enough to consume this city. Also," the little emperor looked around, and after making sure that there were no unfamiliar faces around him that shouldn't have appeared, he continued to lower his voice and whispered to Yan Ling on the side: "You and your army of the sky will go to the dragon ruins now, and once I open the dragon gate, you will lead them to fly upward." Remember, don't activate the airship, that's what I use to make a proclamation after my victory. These two gates will be the future of the entire empire and you and me. Don't let me down!"

"Yes, Your Majesty. Yan Ling bowed his head and half-bowed in agreement, still holding the box given to him by the little emperor yesterday in his hand.

However, the delicate wooden box had already been completely wrapped by him with the flag of the Flame Empire, and people from the outside world only thought that it was just a ritual vessel used by the Imperial Longqing.

Escorted by soldiers dressed in straight armor purchased from Mai Ti, the little emperor sat straight into the imperial carriage that had been arranged.

There was supposed to be a circular hole in the top of the carriage itself, which the little emperor was supposed to use to inspect himself, but for safety, the carriage was painted black throughout, and the top and front were completely covered by a black curtain embroidered with strange patterns.

There are three roads from the Cathedral of the Imperial Capital through the Imperial Bell Tower, during which there are also three similar carriages. If nothing else, the Emperor will emerge from one of the three pitch-black carriages when they converge on a large platform beneath the Imperial Clock Tower.

At that time, the army marching at the Imperial Heavenly Gate will also arrive at the same time.

As the little emperor's carriage went away, Luo Heng, the prime minister of the empire, was also carried by another open-top carriage painted red, swaggering towards the direction of the underground gate.

When the army at the gate of the earth will march near the Imperial Bank, Prime Minister Luo Heng will come forward to inspect this part of the imperial army on behalf of the emperor.

Yan Ling, Lin Gu, Yang Zhuo, Carl and Ye Mingyuan and others were going around the edge of the imperial capital city by another path, heading towards the location of the imperial capital dragon clan ruins, and among the other imperial officials, half of them went to the dragon clan ruins, and half went to the central square of the imperial capital.

In the final celebration of the central square of the imperial capital, only the little emperor and Luo Heng will climb the highest city wall of the imperial palace, relying on the product of the combination of magic source power and science and technology to announce the arrival of the great moment to the citizens of the imperial capital.

After the carriage of the imperial capital picked up the emperor and other officials, the main church of the imperial capital was deserted again.

All the focus is on the Imperial Dragons and the Army, a place of opposition to fanaticism, like a lonely watchman, watching everything the Lord can see.

"Mingyuan, wait. When Ye Mingyuan was about to step onto one of the last two carriages, Karl stopped Ye Mingyuan.

"What's wrong?" Ye Mingyuan looked a little puzzled, but still walked to Karl's side.

Under the cover of a century-old tree at the back of the church, the actions of the two of them will not be known for the time being.

After all, the Imperial soldiers on the last two carriages in front were all Karl's subordinates when he was in charge of the imperial capital. Although his current position is temporarily the Empire's Specially Appointed Demon Source Master.

"The little emperor's madness will eventually pay the price of destruction, but you and I still have to do our last effort to ensure that the darkness can be hidden. Yesterday, I already felt the dark demonic power around me struggling like ghosts and demons, trying to break through some kind of restraint. In the imperial capital, a city full of flames, such darkness can appear, which is enough for you and me to be vigilant. ”

"Yes, as the son of the dragon clan, or rather ridiculously given this title, I can only act according to the emperor's arrangement, however, I still don't want the dragon to reappear, but I can't stop it. Ye Mingyuan's eyes couldn't help revealing gloomy emotions between his words.

"You can't do stupid things until you have to, Yanhai and Ye Gu are examples of failure. But you will protect him with this artifact. I will then follow the Flame Order to the Lost City, and you will follow Your Majesty into the Dragon's Gate. It will be the only one we can ever get in touch with. Karl said, pulling out a delicate dagger carved in the shape of a dragon in red.

After Ye Mingyuan took it, he obviously felt the difference in its material.

Such a small dagger weighed less than half of that of ordinary fine steel, and for the worst-case scenario that Ye Mingyuan might encounter, this dagger would be an extremely powerful aid.

"You can only use him as an imperial artifact, not as a weapon. But as long as I pass the message to it, you can use it as a weapon. Karl instructed.

"Why, is there any explanation?" Ye Mingyuan asked with some confusion, he couldn't understand more of the meaning of this weapon for the time being.

"If the Emperor wants to explore the unknown and terrifying powers, it will be difficult for him not to end up in death or madness. If we can't block the darkness in the end, you're going to take over and block the darkness, well, and the light yourself. Karl said, stepping out of the shade and towards the last carriage for him.

But before getting into the carriage, he still turned around, with a very uneasy feeling, and finally instructed: "Ye Gu will also go to the Lost City, and the sacrifices of the empire are divided into two parts: heaven and earth. If, if possible, you also make another Yegu. ”

After speaking, under his signal, the carriage headed towards the depths of the path towards the periphery of the imperial capital.

"The second Yegu, maybe the blood of dragons and demigods can nourish the dry sea of memories in my heart. Ye Mingyuan secretly decided, put the dagger into the tight jacket pocket of the Imperial Characteristic Dress, held the firearm given by the Empire to the soldiers in his hand, and also walked into the carriage together, following in the footsteps of Carl.

......

Knock, knock, knock...... Boom.

The bells of the imperial capital rang eight times in succession, and the little emperor sitting in the dark carriage could hear it very clearly. At this time, he had already arrived safely at the bottom of the Imperial Bell Tower.

Although this century-old bell tower has undergone many renovations and repairs of the empire, the statue of Yanjun on the small platform below it, as well as the classicism and obsolescence that its breath constantly exudes, have always reminded people that time and history have passed.

Due to the great celebration of Longqing, which is once every 50 years, everything on the upper part of the bell tower is no longer done by machinery, but is changed back to the manual beating of the empire a hundred years ago.

The bronze giants, and the wood that the muscles of the people thumped against them, all reflect the strength of this empire and its time.

When the last striking was completed, from near the Heavenly Gate, huge carnival shouts began to erupt from the mouths of the citizens and nobles of the imperial capital.

As the two mighty armies of the empire marched from the imperial capital to the gate of heaven and the gate of the earth respectively to the designated place, the sound of cheers followed them as if they had autonomous consciousness every distance they advanced.

Like two giant dragons with red wings, they brought hope for the future and celebration to the people of the imperial capital.

The formation of the imperial army was also according to the emperor's order, except for the clothes that were red as flames, and under the neat step, there was a dragon-like formation.

It's as if everything around here is like a real dragon descending.

However, the citizens of the imperial capital have long been waiting for the arrival of the dragon through the emperor's proclamation, and these imperial soldiers are just a prelude to the final manifestation of power.

The whole procession marched for nearly half an hour before the cheers of the citizens gradually approached the little emperor from a distance.

"Quick, you help decorate Your Majesty's carriage. ”

Seeing that the procession was approaching, Zhou Xing, who was beside the little emperor, hurriedly asked the soldiers of the new guard to quickly spread the long cloth embroidered with the red dragon that had been prepared on top of the little emperor's carriage, and those pitch-black masking decorations were thrown aside like garbage.

In less than five minutes, the little emperor's carriage was driven by the soldiers driving to the front of the approaching Imperial army.

It was also at this time that the little emperor took the scepter that he had never left his hand and slowly got up from the top of the carriage.

Due to the mechanical mechanism already set up at the bottom, the position of the little emperor was lifted halfway out of the carriage, symbolizing the emperor's superiority over any of his subjects.

After taking a deep breath, the little emperor raised the scepter, which had already been affected by the aura of demonic power and exuded a red aura, to the top of his head and shouted to the surrounding citizens and nobles.

"Coexist with the flames!"

After a second of silence, the surrounding citizens and troops knelt down collectively as if arranged, exercising the highest imperial etiquette to the emperor.

Less than five seconds later, as the Imperial army stood up, the surrounding citizens also stood up and said the most imposing Imperial Army oath together.

"Coexist with the flames!"

"Coexist with the flames!"

"Coexist with the flames!"

......

Even some of the citizens of the Empire cheered for this celebration of the Empire by placing their left hand flat on their chest and raising their right hand at an angle of forty-five degrees, as the Imperial soldiers did.

However, Lin Feng and Si Lei, who were hidden among them, did not cheer or shout.

It was only with the faint smile on the corner of Thunder's mouth that he injected the magic source power into a pitch-black smooth orb that he had held in his hand for a long time.

In less than three seconds, the orb turned into a cloud of pitch-black smoke that dissipated into his cuffs.

Then, he pulled Lin Feng to hold high the small banner of the empire and retreated towards the vicinity of the ancient imperial building in the back.

When the soldiers got up and followed the emperor's carriage in the predetermined direction, several pitch-black tentacles that had been prepared quietly protruded from an imperceptible gap in the concrete floor in front of the little emperor.