In the year 290 of the federal calendar, the imperial Antonio ruled for 18 years.

January 1.

The grand celebration was held as scheduled in the imperial capital of Sakred.

A few days earlier, the Empire's most elite Guards had marched into the capital and carried out a large-scale renovation and clean-up to make way for the upcoming floats and parades.

The aristocrats took out their most gorgeous dresses and attended the celebration with the ladies and ladies.

In the streets and alleys, they also set up free food distribution points, serving unlimited amounts of bread and juice, enough to make the beggars in the slums cheer and live the only happy days in decades when they can eat enough for a day or two.

In front of the Night King's Palace.

The canopy has been erected, and the first person to sit at the top is naturally the Emperor of the Empire, Antonio Caesar.

Around him were the nobles and the important ministers of the empire, who surrounded him like stars holding the moon.

Even with its decline, the Chris's empire at this time is still the most powerful human country in the world.

The other minor nobles looked out into the far corner of the venue, some humming songs in praise of the Empire.

"Oh...... Great Chris, you are glory, you are light, you are the dawn all over the world. ”

"You are like the sun that never sets, and you will forever hang high in the sky and rule the world......"

……

"Oh, great Chris."

Arma wore a tunic and a top hat with white feathers on her head, and a hazy white veil fell to cover her face.

She had a layer of white gloves on her hands, and she was holding a folding fan made of peacock feathers, fanning violently.

After humming along for a while, she complained to her brother Blue next to her, "Is this still Thackrid's winter?" Why do I feel like I'm on a plantation in the South? ”

"Please bear with me."

Looking at the dense seats and heads around him, Blue smiled bitterly.

There are too many small nobles in the Chris's Empire, and the Farrell family is not very conspicuous among them, but there is a place in this huge square, which is much better than the civilians who can only stand outside.

He looked left and right, and suddenly asked, "What about my father?" ”

"He should do his job...... But it's nice to be able to watch the festival up close and personal with the big names. Arma said proudly.

"But...... Baron Farrell is only the outermost guard, maybe he will have to guard the deserted palace today, and he won't have the opportunity to watch the celebration at all, hehe......"

A shrill laugh came from a fat aristocratic girl who was covering her mouth with a folding fan.

Blue glanced at the plump size of the second daughter of the Lennon family in disgust, and quickly looked away.

The Baron Lennons are of similar status to the Farrell family, but the daughters of the two families are naturally at odds and like to be sarcastic and compare with each other.

It's as if the noble women boasted to each other about the beauty of their estates, the richness of their jewelry, and the prestige of their husbands and sons.

'Vulgar ......'

Blue felt a little deeply sad: 'Has my sister become like this?' Still is...... Is this called aristocratic demeanor? ’

"You talk nonsense!"

Elma suddenly looked like a fried kitten: "You are purely jealous, because when the selection was made, Lord Lennon lost to my father. ”

"You're talking nonsense."

The two girls went toe-for-tat, making the weather seem hotter.

Blue wiped his sweat helplessly, and inadvertently glanced at the color shed: "The big guys have entered, huh?" ”

He rubbed his eyes and felt a little sparkling: "The six gods are above, what do I see?" ”

His mouth was wide open, as if petrified, and he stared in the direction of the shed.

"Brother...... What are you doing......"

Having had enough of the noise, Irma gasped deeply and looked at her brother next to her.

"You...... Look ......" two dry words squeezed out of Blue's throat.

Following his gaze, Arma saw her father, Glegri Farrell, invited to sit down in the greenhouse, and next to him were the Chancellor of the Exchequer and the Minister of War.

"Oh my!"

Elma fanned excitedly: "I can't be dreaming, right?" ”

"Felina, look at it!"

She proudly said to the second daughter of the Lennon family, "That's my father...... He must be reused. ”

"yes...... The Mad King's favor. Felina stared blankly for a long time, but could not find any rebuttal, her lips moved for a moment, and she spat out a sentence in an ant-like voice.

"Huh...... You're just jealous. ”

Irma felt in a good mood, there had never been a moment when she was proud to have such a father.

……

"Baron Farrell."

The Chancellor of the Exchequer, who was sitting next to Sulu, stared at him in amazement for a moment, with an inexplicable smile on his face: "Our Emperor, Your Majesty, really likes to surprise people." ”

"Perhaps...... But today's protagonist has just entered, hasn't he? ”

With his right fist on his cheek, Sulu quietly watched as the Pope of the Six Orthodox Churches entered the venue.

"Pope Britney of the Mother Earth Church, Pope Conrad of the God of Knowledge, Pope Corry of the God of the Sea, Pope Cody of the God of Fire, Pope Cyril of the God of War, and Dar......cy the Lady of the Last Storm"

Su Lu listened to the roll call, watched the six popes take their seats, and couldn't help but look at it secretly.

With the exception of the Church of the Goddess of Light, the presence of the Pope of the other Churches in person is enough to show the importance attached to Antonio...... In fact, the people of the White Eagle Federation should have arrived, but they were only hidden in the shadows. ’

"Welcome to the Six Crowns."

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Antonio stood up and greeted everyone: "Now...... I declare that the celebration has officially begun! ”

Bang!

A salute rang out.

The noise spread far away.

"The boiling frenzy of the people is also a kind of faith...... I felt the condensation of the frenzy. ”

Seeing this scene, Pope Conrad, the God of Knowledge, said in a low voice.

As the emperor of the empire, the pinnacle representative of royal power in the world, Antonio's state at this time is also very strange.

With the waves of cheers below, only high-level professionals could find that the aura that lingered on him was getting stronger and stronger.

Under the shed of the six patriarchs, light and shadow are distorted, and a dark conversation is underway.

"Cyril, make a choice!"

The Pope of the God of Fire sighed: "Is there another holy war? ”

As a result of the last Holy War, the New World broke away from the colonial system of the Chrisian Empire and established the White Eagle Federation.

Not only that, but the center of gravity of the Goddess of Light Church completely shifted to the New World, and the original belief system of the Seven Gods began to split.

"Antonio has gone mad, he's teaming up with the evil gods, don't you believe the evidence you've seen?"

The Pope of Mother Earth favors women, and Britney admonishes in a gentle voice.

"We all know that...... It is us who serve God and ask for His favor. ”

Cyril whispered, "But how can the gods ever really have mercy on us? Why...... Why don't we create a native god who truly loves us? ”

The expressions of the other five patriarchs suddenly became dull.