Chapter Ninety-Six: Shocking Changes

"Tomorrow, no, this afternoon, you have five hours to live!"

As soon as King Dan Coca said this, His Majesty the old emperor was completely dead. He closed his wrinkled eyes in agony, as if he had aged much more.

Five hours, ten hours, was too short for him, and there was so much to do!

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and a glint shot out of his cloudy eyes: "All that happened tonight, no one is allowed to leak a word, otherwise, the nine clans will be punished!" He snorted coldly, and the majesty of St. Yarra the Great in the past appeared, as if he was no longer an old man in his twilight years, and said: "Lear, Your Excellency the Count of Piaoxiang, this emperor has named you the Marquis of Piaoxiang, and tomorrow he will attend the 'Ranton' ceremony with me and canonize the new emperor!"

With trembling hands, he pressed a button on the huge table, and suddenly there was a rolling sound on a huge pillar of the palace carved with a delicate black acacia pattern.

A dark hole in the giant pillar appeared.

"Your Excellency the Marquis, go, bring the edict of succession drawn up by the emperor himself......"

Lear had no choice but to walk towards the huge pillar. At this moment, the mutant is born!

More than a dozen magicians and imperial doctors let out a miserable howl, and in an instant, they were all killed by dozens of black-clothed men who suddenly appeared!

Lear was startled, and when he looked back, he found all the people in the palace lying in a pool of blood, except for Coca, who had a calm face.

The old emperor giggled and said, "Only the dead are people who can be trusted, hehe! Pull them out and bury them thickly, and the pension will be tripled! Count them as the king's death!"

More than a dozen men in black suddenly agreed, and quickly dragged the body out.

Lear's hand slowly reached into the hole of the golden pillar and took out a small golden treasure box, his expression full of vigilance, and he was like a powerful demonic beast with a mad heart and a murderous emperor.

"Hehe, Your Excellency Lear, you are the emperor's savior, how can the emperor harm you, you are too careful. The old emperor said with a smile.

Lear also smiled honestly, put the golden box on the big table in front of him, and slowly retreated: "Your Majesty, accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger, how can I not worry about the minister!"

"Well, a companion is like a tiger, well said, hehe......" The old emperor's eyes flowed a hint of discoloration, this sentence was so incisive, it was simply said to his heart, this kid is a talent that can be created, but unfortunately he has no time to train him......

"You can take this edict with you, follow me, don't leave an inch, it's almost dawn, and the 'Ranton' ceremony is about to begin." "The old emperor is undoubtedly authentic.

Lear nodded helplessly, he didn't want to participate in the power struggle of the royal family, but God didn't fulfill people's wishes, he still stepped into the whirlpool of storms.

"When...... While...... When ......"

In the center of the Byzantine city, the sound of the towering bell tower came to the sound of six melodious bells, and the Byzantine city immediately came to life, and people walked through the snow to the huge and wide square in front of the palace, and the towering buildings around the square had long been rented with a lot of money, and it is said that the windows by the windows there had been fried to a position of 1,000 gold coins.

The annual Rantun Festival is the most lively day in Yanjing, and the subsequent carnival parade attracts millions of people.

After the Burning Festival, Yanjing will also start a series of celebrations, such as the carnival parade, the gladiator competition, the Burning Dun Auction, and so on.

No one realized that this year's Randun Festival was much stricter than in the past, and a team of brightly dressed Praetorian Guards patrolled around Yanjing before dawn, and even the goldfingers who were a little petty stealing were arrested by the Praetorian Guards, beaten half to death and thrown into the ditch on the side of the road.

The crowd grew denser, and the sun slowly rose in the east, shining a golden light on the snow, giving all the buildings and figures a golden edge.

There is not even a single tree to be seen in the main square of the palace, except for some beautifully carved half-naked statues stretching their arms in the sunlight, making javelin throws, bows and arrows, and wielding battle axes and swords.

"His Majesty the Emperor is out of the palace......" A majestic voice came from inside the palace, and the low horn sound resounded throughout Yanjing, "Woo-"

"Uhhh

"Uhhh

With a sound of a trumpet, a beautiful troop of horsemen rushed out of the wide and heavy and extravagant gates of the palace, each horse carefully selected, without any variegated high war horses, and a column of pure white. One column of pure black, one column of pure red......

The guards on horseback were dressed in exquisite metal armor with countless delicate patterns hollowed out, and each piece of armor was made extremely thin so as not to hinder the knight's movements.

But those soldiers who have fought on the battlefield know that such armor is like a blank layer of paper, which can be broken when stabbed, and it will not play a defensive role at all.

But what does it matter? When does the Imperial Guards need to go to war? Those sons and daughters of the Imperial Guards are all born to be either rich or noble, and they want to point to this extremely beautiful armor to deceive the little girl, instead of going to war.

The people looked at the uniformity, the mighty Imperial Guards cheered loudly, and the troubadours sang psalms of praise loudly, singing the praises of the great achievements of the Byron dynasty, the mightiness and courage of the imperial soldiers, and the wisdom and sainthood of His Majesty the Emperor......

St. Yarra the Great sat on a chariot carved with intricate black acacia flowers and slowly waved his hand to the cheering crowd. The fat powder on his face was just right to hide his pale and bloodless look, making him look radiant, not at all like a dying old man with only a few hours to live!

Lear tried his best to shrink behind His Majesty the Emperor and behind him, and now his identity is His Majesty's proclamator!

Earth-shattering cheers rang from the square, and countless people prostrated themselves on the ground, throwing themselves on the ground, paying homage to their king with the highest courtesy

Countless fiery eyes gazed at St. Yarthe the Great, who was supported by his attendants, dressed in a white robe and wearing a heavy golden crown on his head. He slowly walked up to the high platform that had already been erected. The heavy black thorn flower scepter in his hand was trembling slightly.

"Sons of the Empire, today is the annual Burnton Festival...... "The voice of St. Yarra the Great was heard throughout the square through the magic of amplification: "On such a beautiful day, I have good news to declare to the subjects of the Empire, my dear people......"

Suddenly, an abrupt voice rang out: "Your Father, you are about to proclaim the next king!, and I, St. Yala Dax, your most faithful eldest son, ask you to ...... Declare me the next king!"

A tall figure suddenly stood up from the prostrating crowd, drew the sharp sword in his hand, and pointed it at the old king standing majestically on the high platform.

He shouted: "All the Imperial City Guards are to me, the vast majority of the nobles are to me, the Temple of Light supports me, and hundreds of millions of people are to me! I will be the next Emperor of the Byron Empire! Please give me the Black Vitex Scepter in your hand!"

Chaos is rising!

Suddenly, the crowd was in chaos.

(Ask for tickets, collect, recommend, hehe...... There is a shift in the evening, and it is gradually entering the **...... Shoot, brothers!)