When the first rays of dawn shone through the clouds on the towers of Caesarea, Gendry Spada, the would-be knight of the Imperial Guard, who had been waiting for the whole morning, let out a cry of excitement and rose from the corner of the wall without any tiredness.

The young knight straightened his shirt and fastened the belt around his waist, and his whole body trembled slightly from his over-excitement. Proudly raising his head, he walked like a proud rooster to the long-awaited brass horn.

It is a sacred mission - he will be the first to blow the trumpet of Caesarea and announce the coronation of His Majesty and the beginning of the wedding ceremony at the first time in the morning!

Even Gendry, who was a tenant, knew very well what such an honor meant, and there must be many more suitable and better candidates than himself to undertake this sacred mission. But Caesar still chose himself, a disgraceful servant, how could such a favor not make people excited?!

The golden brass horn was fastened to the top of the tower, and it was so large that it was at least two meters long and open enough to fit a lead ball weighing one tarrant. Gendry mustered up enough strength to feed, puffed up his chest and blew the horn vigorously, and his excited eyes opened wide and round on his red face.

A puff of smoke and dust drifted up, and the loud and heavy sound of the horn resounded through the sky, full of excited joy and mood vibrating in the wind. With the sound of the first trumpet, followed by the second, then the third...... In an instant, the trumpets of all the towers around the walls of Caesarea were sounded, and the loud voices were all sounded, and the joy and pride in my heart echoed over the whole city!

At the end of this midsummer, this day is destined to be a day that will make a strong mark in the history of this world. This will be true for humans, for dwarves, elves, and even orcs!

The blood in the hearts of the Romans was ignited—and the burning anticipation of a whole night finally exploded at this moment. From settling in Caesarea, to negotiating with the world, the Battle of Severcro, the Thousand Miles to the Silent Forest, the Battle of New Gar, the Haringos Conference, the Battle of the Kwyn River, and the Burning of the Boundary Mountain. The Romans have finally established absolute leadership among mankind - our Caesar is the chosen one! Our Caesar is predestined!

The story of Theodore's love affair with Helena is widely known as one of the best proofs of Caesar's divine favor, and Ustan became a hero and idol in the eyes of most people. Who made the Noldor elves too mysterious, the brave and warlike Ustan is like a legendary hero who came out of a knight's tale in the eyes of many - young, promising, well-born, favored and courageous. Most of his shortcomings were deliberately ignored, and the Legion's new star suddenly became the focus.

The proud Romans were born to worship heroes, and they were inspired by ancient legends and heroic deeds. At the same time, the Romans were impulsive and jealous, but when their inner desires were satisfied, they were keen to show others the object of their worship.

Inside the Temple of Caesarea. It's already full of people. The senators of the Senate, the Roman generals and even the noble lords everywhere. It's been gathered here for a long time. The coronation of the new empire is naturally a day to celebrate. Especially when the new emperor is a new generation of human emperors. It makes this day even more sacred and meaningful.

Even the commander of the fleet, Konstantin, who had been stationed in the Far North Ice Field, had already rushed back. Beside Konstantin stood a young man dressed in a bearskin and a strange outfit, the plaid skirt at the hem of the dress proved that he was a highlander from the north.

Aaron recognized at first sight that Gado of the Ryan tribe had won a horse race in Caesarea and had won a lot of prizes. Aaron had heard a little about the Highlander, and there was no doubt that he was now the Grand Chief of the Ryan Tribe.

Are even the Highlanders willing to pledge allegiance to Theodore?" Aaron smiled slightly. Needless to say, this is certainly a good thing. Highlanders living in the northern ice fields are natural warriors. It's just a lack of discipline and training. Mithmeer's army has many highlander cavalry and archers, and this powerful nation is willing to join, which means that the new empire will be even stronger!

With the sound of the trumpet, the gates of Caesarea were opened. Even such a lively scene. Captain Valence still had a sculptural face. Pulling the reins sharply, he raised the long sword in his hand, and the black cloak was as cold as midnight: "Imperial Guards—raise your sword!"

The sound of the sword drawn almost at the same time! The bright light of the snow caused a new wave of enthusiasm in the crowd, the maidens screamed in fascination with the flowers of Rome, and the bloody shouts of the men raised the trumpets higher than the sky!

Symbolizing their loyalty to glory, the knights of the Imperial Guard stood in two teams guarding the figure on a black horse. Theodore Julian, dressed in purple armor with gold trim and a purple trimmed coat, smiled and greeted the people around him. While the people were still cheering for the new emperor, the imposing knight had already walked through the central avenue and walked towards the square of the gods directly opposite.

Domitius, the "Living Codex", stood at the front of the temple stairs, looking at Caesar who had come from afar. As the eldest patriarch, he shouldered the responsibility of leadership. The right hand on crutches trembled slightly, making the old man smile.

At the end of the day, I'm a true Roman. How could the Romans not be made by such a scene and such a thing to make their blood swell and their hearts beat faster? Thinking in his heart, Domitius's face showed a look of relief, just as he watched his energetic junior show off his exploits to his grandfather, and his heart was extremely full.

Turning his head to look behind him, Paulus, who held the Eagle Banner, stood proudly. The Roman legions stood around the square like an impregnable wall—this was the pride of the Romans, the legions, the legions, the strength, the iron walls, the power, and the synonym of glory and loyalty, the legions that made Rome.

The sound of horses' hooves trampling on the marble tiles of the square. The legionnaires of the Sword of Glory were connected by shields to form a passage to the temple. They are also waiting for this moment to come!

Valence stood beside him with the banner of the golden laurel crown, and the ambitious Theodore leaped off his horse, and stepped up the white staircase amid a wave of cheers.

Domitius stepped forward slowly and slowly bent down: "Congratulations, my Caesar. The splendor of the great Jupiter shines upon you, and the glory of Rome is with you forever!"

"The glory of Rome will shine on the world. Theodore didn't say much, but walked the stairs that he had walked so many times under the watchful eye of the old man, and it didn't seem to make a difference. But it was as if everything was different.

A long red carpet stretches from the staircase to the temple. The noble envoys lined up tightly on either side of the carpet, watching the purple figure enter the temple door, bowing their heads.

At the end of the red carpet is a white jade pillar that is neither tall nor short, and a delicate crown is placed on it. It was aimed at the light that was coming from the round hole in the ceiling. Maltheus in a white robe with a golden belt. Standing with a glorious cross in his hand. Waiting for Theodore to come forward.

There may not be a second elder in the present North who is more suitable to crown Theodor. And for the old man, this is not the first time he has attended the coronation ceremony - the last time, it was Aragorn.

To this day, Malcius remembers what happened. In his field of vision, the figure that walked over was merging with the person he had remembered. In a trance, it seems to go back hundreds of years. The man stood in the halls of the palace in Issos, stepping down the red carpet step by step, aiming for a vigorous pace, everything was exactly the same.

"You will inherit two great empires. And the flame of civilization will be in your hands, His Majesty Theodore Julian. Malcius looked at the heroic young man standing in front of him in front of him, and just smiled slightly: "Everything will be in your hands!"

"Glory is mine, and glory belongs to all!" said Theodore, as if praying, as if declaring. Suddenly, the crowd who had thought he had knelt down to accept the crown was stunned by the sight of Theodore striding forward, raising the crown on the pillar with both hands in the air, turning around with a majestic countenance, and putting it on his head!

"The gods of heaven have given me supreme authority, and the gods have appointed me, and the gods have taken care of me!" said Theodore, taking the Radiant Cross from the bosom of Malcius: "From now on, I, Theodore Julian. The Roman leader of the heavenly gods, the supreme commander of the legion, the first citizen of Rome, and the owner of the Radiant Cross, will be tasked with guarding the fire of civilization against all evil, injustice, tyranny, and destruction. And under the gaze of this god, crowned emperor!"

Theodore's almost tough tone, as if he was giving orders to everyone, made many of the nobles who had come to watch the ceremony and pay allegiance seem a little stunned and sluggish. But at this moment, the Roman senators and generals knelt down on one knee, and the dwarves and Noldor elves also bent down very tacitly to pay high respect to the new emperor.

This invisibly puts a lot of pressure on everyone. Finally, after Gado of the Ryan tribe got down on one knee, everyone who saw the actions of several dukes also fell down on one knee and offered their loyalty to Theodore Julian!

Speechless, Theodore passed through the crowd that fell to his knees, walked out of the temple with the Radiant Cross in his hand, stood on the high steps, looked at the crowd like a tide, and slowly pulled out the blade of the Radiant Cross, pointing diagonally towards the sky.

The silver-white light rushed into the sky almost at that moment, and the crowd that was holding their breath finally erupted into excited cheers!

"Long live the human emperor————————!!!!"

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