Transcendent Dawn Chapter 570: Opening

The federal calendar is 290 years old, and the Empire is in power for 18 years.

　　 January 1.

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

　　 As early as a few days ago, the most elite guards of the empire marched into the capital, carried out large-scale rectification and clean-up, and opened the way for the upcoming floats and parades.

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

　　In the streets and alleys, there are also free food distribution points arranged by them. They provide unlimited bread and juice, enough to make the beggars in the slums cheer, the only one or two days in the past few decades that they can eat enough Happy days.

　　 in front of the night palace.

　　 The color shed has been set up, and the first person to sit is naturally the Emperor-Antonio Caesar.

　　 Around him, there are the great nobles and empire's important officials, who surround him like stars holding the moon.

　　 Even with a decline, the Chris Empire at this time is still the most powerful human country in the world.

　　 The other little noblemen looked out at the most central venue from a distance, and some were still humming songs praising the empire.

　　 "Oh...great Chris, you are glory, you are light, and you are the dawn all over the world."

　　"You are like the sun that never sets, you will always hang in the air and rule the world..."

　　……

　　 "Oh, great Chris."

　　 Elma was wearing a tunic skirt and a top hat with white feathers on her head. A hazy circle of white gauze fell, covering her face.

　　 With a layer of white gloves on her hands, she is holding a folding fan made of peacock feathers, fanning violently.

After 　　 hummed for a while, she complained to her brother Bruce next to her: "Is this still a winter day in Thackerad? Why do I feel like I have come to a plantation in the south?"

　　 "Please bear with me."

　　 Looking at the densely packed seats and heads around, Bruce smiled bitterly.

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

　　 He looked around, and suddenly asked: "Where is your father?"

　　 "He should go to perform his duties...but it's great to be able to watch the celebration with the big people up close." Emma said proudly.

　　"But...Baron Farrell is only the outermost guard. Maybe today he has to guard the deserted palace. There is no chance 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 next to her.

　　Blue glanced in disgust at the plump body of Lennon’s second daughter, and quickly turned away.

　　 The family of Baron Lennon has the same status as the Farrell family, but the daughters of the two families are born with something wrong and like to mock and compare each other.

　　 It's like those noble women show off to each other how beautiful their manor house is, how luxurious the jewellery is, and how prominent their husbands and sons are.

　　‘vulgar...’

　　 Brue felt a bit deeply sad: ‘Is my sister, has become such a person? Or... this is the so-called noble demeanor? ’

　　 "You bullshit!"

　　Elma suddenly felt like a cat with a blown up fur: "You are purely jealous, because Lord Lennon lost to my father during the selection."

　　 "You are nonsense."

　　 The two girls are facing each other, making the weather seem even hotter.

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

　　 He rubbed his eyes, feeling a little dizzy: "Liu Shen is on top, what did I see?"

　　 His mouth opened wide, as if petrified, staring at the direction of the color shed.

　　"Brother...what are you doing..."

　　 Irma, who was noisy enough, took a few deep breaths and looked at her brother next to her.

　　 "You... look..." Two dry words squeezed out of Bru's throat.

　　 Following his gaze, Irma saw that her father, Gregory Farrell, was invited to sit in the color shed. Next to him were the Minister of Finance and the Minister of Military Affairs.

　　 "Oh, my God!"

　　 Irma fanned her fan excitedly: "I'm not dreaming, am I?"

　　 "Fe Linna, look at it!"

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

　　 "Yes...Crazy King's favor." Fei Linna stared for a long time, but she couldn't find any rebuttal, her lips moved for a moment, and she uttered a word in an ant-like voice.

　　 "Hehe...you are jealous."

　　Elma feels in a great mood. Never before has she been proud of having such a father.

　　……

　　 "Baron Farrell."

　　The chancellor of finance sitting next to Sulu stared at him in surprise for a while, with an inexplicable smile on his face: "Our Emperor, Your Majesty, really likes surprises."

　　 "Perhaps... but today's protagonist has just entered the stage, right?"

　　 Sulu put his right fist on his cheek, quietly watching the Popes of the Six Orthodox Churches enter the venue.

　　"Earth Mother Church Pope Britney, Pope Conrad, God of Knowledge, Pope Kori, God of Sea, Pope Cody, God of Fire, Pope Cyril, God of War, and finally Dulce, the favored of Lady Storm..."

　　 Sulu listened to the roll call, watched the six popes seated, and could not help but secretly look.

　　’Except for the church of the Goddess of Light, the popes of the other churches have come in person, enough to show the importance of Antonio... In fact, the people from the White Eagle Federation should have arrived, but they are hiding in the dark. ’

　　"Welcome to the six under the crown."

　　 Seeing that everyone was here, Antonio stood up and greeted everyone: "Now... I announce that the celebration has officially begun!"

　　bang!

　　The salute went off.

　　 The noise spread far away.

　　"The boiling frenzy of the people~IndoMTL.com~ is also a kind of belief...I feel the cohesion of the fanaticism."

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

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

　　 Accompanied by waves of cheers below, only high-level professionals can find that the aura lingering on him has become stronger and stronger.

　　 Under the shed of the six patriarchs, the light and shadow are distorted, and a secret conversation is going on.

　　 "Cyril, make a choice!"

　　The Pope of the God of Flame sighed: "Are you going to create another sacred war?"

　　The result of the last holy war was that the New World completely broke away from the colonial system of the Chris Empire and established the White Eagle Federation.

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

　　"Antonio is crazy. He is teaming up with Cthulhu. Don’t you believe the evidence you see?"

　　 The Pope of the Mother Earth prefers women, and Britney persuades her with a gentle voice.

　　 "We all know...we serve God and pray for God's favor."

　　 Cyril whispered: "But have the gods really pityed us? Why...not create a native **** who truly loves us?"

　　 The expressions of the other five patriarchs suddenly became sluggish.

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