Chapter 674： Age of Empires (1/2)
This is not a coronation.
To call today's ritual "crown" is simply because most people in this era are more familiar with the term.
Gao Wen squats on the pioneer's long sword, standing on the skull of the false **** like a mountain. The black platform carries a deep texture that is completely different from the old royal style. The wings of steel are unfolded on both sides of the platform, with an empire. The emblem of the emblem extends all the way to the ground, and in front of the emblem, is the steel ranger battle group that is entering the square.
Different from the black armor of the magical infantry, the mysterious fully enclosed helmet, the more orderly square, the more cutting-edge weapons, the emergence of the second square once again caused a commotion in the crowd inside and outside the square, and this kind of commotion The shock also spread to the platform of the castle area.
The royal aristocrats, merchant representatives, former knight officers and church representatives who were invited to observe the ceremony, dressed in their most beautiful dresses, did dozens of drills at home, and they were ready to welcome the king. And cheering for the preparation, but after this moment really came, they almost all forgot how to react.
This is not a coronation, it is a demonstration and a profound "information".
Cromwell? Earl of White Mountain stood on the platform of the Silver Fort. The knight lord with dwarf ancestry stared at the soldiers marching in line and their uniform equipment. Until now, he finally realized this. The team is very different from the army that he has contacted in the past, and he realizes why the rise of Cecil is a necessity.
He sighed softly: "Wellow in Wales... It seems that this is why you left me..."
“It’s good for us to see for ourselves,” said the Earl of Bahrain, who was righting out and straightening the bow tie of the neckline. The slightly blessed count looked at the faces on the platform. In these faces, some people bow their heads and meditate, and some people tremble slightly, but no matter who they are, they are inevitably with a trace of awe.
Not far from the Duke of Berdwin and the Duke of Victoria are talking, the Duke of the West whispered: "Only by ensuring food production, education can be mass-produced on a large scale, and only by ensuring basic education and food supply can it be factoryized. Producing and training professional soldiers can only achieve such an army by ensuring equipment, food supply, and strict training and re-education of professional soldiers. This is a complete chain with inextricable links with each other."
The female Duke of the Northland nodded slightly: "The reason why the New Deal failed was because we only copied a few of these rings. These rings eventually turned into self-entertainment bonsais, and it was difficult to become a forest..."
Cromwell?? Baishan listened to the words coming from behind him. In his meditation, his eyes looked at the square. On the wide road on the east side, neatly arranged chariots were entering the queue.
At the edge of the Silver Fort Plaza, the crowds gathered have been eased from the horror of the beginning, although they do not understand the meaning of this unique "coronation ceremony", but the Cecil Army marched in line. The scene is enough to make these everyday entertainment-poor people feel full of freshness and surprise.
The soldiers and chariots are so powerful and daunting that they are undoubtedly the horror of the enemy on the battlefield, but this army is not an enemy here - a subtle sensation that provokes the square. People, they are hard to suppress and eagerly discuss, and finally cheered up and down.
And among the cheering and commotional crowds, on the small open space separated by the soldiers, a group of technicians wearing the magician's robes are manipulating several mechanical devices, and the optical crystals are calibrated and point to the direction of Silver Fort. The young man in a dress said excitedly next to the machine: "...here is the scene of St. Sunil, the steel ambassador's phalanx is undergoing a review of his majesty... cheers in all directions, Miss Witch, what did you hear? - It’s cheering everywhere!”
The voice of the young man just fell, and a shout suddenly came from the east side of the square, and along with the shouts, there was a stream of light that was scattered like a cloud.
Wearing a heavy armor, a warrior with a hammer and an iron shell, and a heavy and powerful white knight battle group entered the square.
The sacred light echoed inside the team. Even though the number is the least, the power and presence of this battle group is almost the strongest among all the current teams, and the same as the white knights. The Holy See knights and nuns shrouded in the light...
People continue to cheer and continue to talk. Ordinary people often do not see how much symbolic meaning lies on a ceremonial stage. They just feel that this scene is novel and spectacular. However, at the castle viewing platform not far away, the atmosphere is one. Quiet and calm down.
The nobility looked at each other for a moment, and the knights and merchant representatives looked at the area where the church members gathered, but they saw that the priests wearing the robes of the priests stood quietly, expressionless, calmly. Watching this happen.
In the middle of the sect of the gods, Veronica, who holds the Platinum Scepter, reveals a shallow smile and whispers: "Now, the army of God will accept the review of the emperor."
In the room of a tower in Silver Fort, Melita Pénia, wearing a veil, stood at the window and watched the scene on the square through the crystal glass. After the knights and nuns representing the church forces entered the stadium. The humanoid dragon smiled and returned to the table.
There is a stack of manuscripts on the table, and the manuscript has been turned to the last page. On the tough enchanted parchment, there is only one sentence:
In summary, even if the road is difficult, our success is also a necessity. This is determined by historical laws...
The agent lady blinked, and the whisper came down from the veil and said to herself: "This thing... I can't sell the price."
In the square, due to the small number of arms in the new empire, this "parade" did not last long. In the end, all the phalanxes were reviewed. After the religious corps left as the last unit, the first magical battles appeared. In accordance with the predetermined process, the Corps returned to the open space in front of the suspension bridge, and quickly changed the team in the commander's password, arranged in three teams, facing the crowd outside the square.
Until now, Gao Wencai finally moved. He held the hilt with one hand and raised it slightly. The sound was heard all around: "All have -
"Swords, light the blade -
"To pay tribute to the imperial citizens!"
The previous cheers and noisy moments disappeared. After a moment of silence, a period of anticipated commotion spread in the crowd. When the Imperial soldiers really greeted the sword, almost everyone was afraid and helpless. After taking a half step back, people began to look at each other and looked at the scene in confusion.
They can't understand this scene.
Gao Wen knows that this is an inevitable situation, but he just wants to leave this scene to history.
Before the turmoil continued, a large holographic projection device set up in front of Silver Fort was launched.