Three days later, Chris's Ellan Hill Sky One Floating Battleship slowly approached the air port outside Seris.

The huge warship's hull stopped little by little, and the mottled bullet marks on it were clear, recording how tragic that shocking battle was.

On the heavy armor of Sky No. 1, there are three or four places that have been penetrated, and there are even more places that have not been penetrated.

Those penetrating wounds are terrifying to watch, and the huge bullet holes can even accommodate a person to pass through easily.

And such bullet holes were actually chiseled through armor steel plates up to 500 mm thick, surrounded by pitch-black marks melted by magical energy, about the size of a small car.

Including the huge eagle emblem on the front bow of Sky One, the armor of this battleship can be seen everywhere with the marks of being hit by the magic cannon.

Craters that did not penetrate abounded, and some were just about 100 millimeters short, and they broke through the armor and caused serious damage to the battleship.

However, even with the scars, all the guns on the ship still stood upright. The flag of King Irlanhill on the bridge was still fluttering in the wind.

"Are you ready? His Majesty could appear at any moment. An officer walked up to the front of the band, looked at his watch, and asked.

"It's ready to go, and we're ready to go." The commander of the military band replied solemnly.

Behind the military band was a choir full of teenagers. This choir is from the Royal No. 1 High School, and each seedling is carefully selected, with a clean background, and strict standards for height, appearance, figure, and voice.

Further afield, there is the honor guard of the Elanhill Guard. Each pacesetter wore a straight military dress and wore a ceremonial medal that only soldiers would wear.

For aesthetic reasons, the weapons they use are all old Mauser 98K bolt-action rifles, all mounted with chrome-plated bayonets.

Without squinting, these soldiers lined up in a neat phalanx, waiting for His Majesty the Emperor to review.

I have to say that after the battle of the Rudono, Chris's reputation in this country has increased, and people are talking about His Majesty the invincible and great emperor, and the adjectives can be said to be more and more.

Even, there have been official imperial officials who have been preaching the title of His Majesty the Emperor in semi-public.

There are very few emperors or heroes in the history of mankind in this world who have their own honorific titles. In other words, very few people have the kind of honorific title that is recognized by others.

Even if they are not recognized, there are only 17 self-proclaimed mortal emperors, which is not a lot in thousands of years of history.

In the Wizard Empire, there are only 2 Grand Magi who are recognized as having honorific titles, and there are no monarchs with honorific titles in the Mortal Empire.

Although Chris's current situation is a bit special, the forbidden demon realm has completely disappeared, and he can't be regarded as the emperor of a mortal empire at all - but the matter of the Supreme Honor is still a big matter, and the top of the empire is still weighing and considering.

After all, this is a matter of the face of an empire, and if you are honored but not recognized by other empires, you will lose the face of the royal family of Irlanhill, so you must be cautious and cautious.

It's better that this kind of thing can be done naturally, rather than trying to force yourself up — at least, that's what Chris himself thinks.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" Desel, who was standing at the front to greet Chris as he walked down the gangway, saw His Majesty the Emperor in a gorgeous robe walk to the door of the hatch specially prepared for His Majesty the Emperor, and immediately shouted loudly.

With his shout, the hearts of the other ministers finally fell to the ground. In their opinion, His Majesty the Emperor's personal expedition, no matter how safe the process is, is also worrying.

What's more, this empire does not yet have a crown prince, and there is no legitimate heir to the throne! It's something that people can't forget.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" Deans, Stred, the military's chief of staff, Rokai, and Defense Secretary Kastner all cheered in unison.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" Behind them, all the officials and generals of the military who came to greet them cheered in unison. If a bomb is detonated here at this time, almost the top of the Ranhill Empire will be served in one pot.

It's a pity that every one of the people who can stand here has been strictly scrutinized, and the guards who defend this place are even more strictly guarded, and not a single fly may fly in.

Hearing the shouts of His Majesty the Emperor, the commander of the military band immediately waved his baton, and all kinds of instruments were played, converging into a majestic music.

As the military band played, the young people of the choir also sang the song that accompanied the Irlanhill grenadiers to the west: "Banner of the King of Irlanhill...... Never fall! The gods are always with Your Majesty! We are victorious, bathed in supreme glory; We win because we fight the enemy; For the sake of the country, go to the battlefield; Banner of King Iran Hill...... Never fall! ”

Chris waved his arm slightly, and then walked down the gangway with Vivien. His feet stepped on the soft red carpet and walked step by step in front of Desel and the others.

"When I'm not here, I've worked hard!" Chris smiled and gave Desel a lot, then looked at Dean and the others, and spoke.

"It is our duty as courtiers to share the worries of His Majesty." Desel and Dean replied in unison.

"Victory didn't come easily...... You still need to work hard. Chris gave a word of encouragement, and instead of inspecting the honor guard first, he walked along the huge airport dock to the gangway of ordinary officers and soldiers on the other side.

He walked to the gangway and ordered the officers who stood in front of the gangway to salute: "Let the fallen soldiers and wounded come down...... I, as their emperor, will give these brave soldiers a final ride. ”

"Yes!" The officer raised his chin and saluted again, because he was too excited, this time the salute was a little deformed: "Long live Your Majesty the Emperor!" ”

Behind Chris, the military band was still playing majestic war songs, but the choir stopped after singing. Because Chris didn't directly review the honor guard on the fly, they didn't prepare any other songs - they can't just sing one song all the time, right?

At this time, on the huge gangway, four soldiers in ceremonial clothes, carrying a coffin covered with an eagle flag, walked down slowly.

Chris, who was standing on the side of the gangway, just watched, staring at the coffins that were being carried down one by one, expressionless and silent.

It wasn't until the coffin came to him that he asked aloud, "What's his name?" ”

Several soldiers carrying the coffin were stunned for a moment, then stopped, and replied immediately: "Report to Your Majesty!" It was Sergeant Bob who was killed! ”

"Thank you for your contribution to the Empire!" Chris reached out and pressed it against the coffin, whispered, then stepped back and moved out of the way, letting the coffin covered with the national flag.

After the second coffin was carried down the ramp by four soldiers, Chris continued to ask softly, "What's his name?" ”

In this way, one coffin after another was carried down from the sky No. 1, and each coffin was lying a young life.

The soldiers replied loudly one by one, singing names that were so ordinary that it was difficult to remember.

Until the end, when the soldiers carrying the coffins were finished, and the rest were the seriously wounded soldiers carried on stretchers, and Chris still stood by the gangway, saluting each wounded.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Finally, a soldier whose legs had been sawed off couldn't help himself, he took Chris's hand and cried, tears dripping down the ground: "Your Majesty! I'm still going to fight for you! Your Majesty! I'm alive! I want to fight for you! Your Majesty! ”

His shouts seemed to ignite something, and for a moment the lightly wounded, the soldiers with bandages on their heads, the soldiers with their arms on their chests, and the soldiers on crutches, began to cry.

"Long live our emperor! Long live Iran Hill! "All the wounded people who passed in front of Chris would sing loudly at the top of their voices, one after another, accompanied by majestic music, without stopping.

Seeing this scene, the unwounded soldiers stopped going down the gangway, and after the last wounded man had gone down, they spontaneously began to line up in the battleship.

Soon, a column of officers and soldiers with neat steps walked out of Sky One, and they were in a row of five, as if they were troops under review, passing in front of Chris.

They saluted Chris, but they didn't stop. Their boots made a dull sound as they stepped on the concrete-paved pier of the airport.

The sound had drowned out the majestic military music, striking at the hearts of every minister behind Chris. And in Sky No. 1, there are still a steady stream of soldiers walking out neatly, taking majestic steps.

And Chris stood on the side of the gangway, as if he was a military discipline officer on duty, meticulously saluting each row of soldiers.

"Long live Iran Hill! Long live His Majesty the Emperor! "Although these soldiers were carrying bags and their clothes were different depending on the branch of the department, no one cared. Hearing their heartfelt shouts, everyone knew that this was a strong army with high morale.

It wasn't until there were no more soldiers coming down the gangway that Chris turned around. He walked over to the guard of honor that had been waiting for a long time, and inspected his guards in the midst of the music without singing.

While he was inspecting the guard of honor, on the other side of the huge air port, a brand-new sky-class floating battleship was replenishing supplies, countless cars were driving into the equally large battleship, and cranes were replenishing the battleship with various types of missiles.

On the bridge of this Sky No. 2 battleship, the black eagle flag is also fluttering in the wind, majestic and majestic.

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I still owe you two more, Long Ling didn't forget, I didn't dare to ask for a monthly pass, I can only thank you for your support and love, thank you.