In the 290th year of the federal calendar, the Empire Antonio was in power for 18 years.

January 1.

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

A few days ago, the most elite guards of the empire advanced into the capital and carried out large-scale rectification and cleaning to open 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 free food distribution points they have arranged, and unlimited bread and juice are served, which is enough to make the beggars in the slums cheer and live the only happy day in decades where they can eat for a day or two.

In front of the Night Palace.

The coloring shed has been set up, and the first one sitting is naturally the imperial emperor Antonio Caesar.

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

Even though it was declining, the Chris Empire was still the most powerful human country in the world.

Other little nobles looked out at the center of the venue from afar, and some were humming songs praising the empire.

"Oh... Great Chris, you are glory, you are light, you are the dawn of the world."

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

...

"Oh, great Chris."

Elma was wearing a tunic dress and a top hat with white feathers on her head. A hazy white veil fell down, covering her face.

She was wearing a layer of white gloves on her hand, holding a folding fan made of peacock feathers, and swelling violently.

After humming for a while, she complained to her brother Bru next to her: "Is this still a winter day for Sacred? Why do I feel like I'm coming to a plantation in the south?"

"Please be patient."

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

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

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

"He should have to perform his duties...but it's great to watch the celebration with those big guys up close." Elma said proudly.

"But... Baron Farrell is just the outermost guard. Maybe he has to guard the deserted palace today, and there is no chance to watch the celebration at all, haha..."

A sharp laugh came from a fat noble girl next to her who was covering her mouth with a folding fan.

Blu glanced at the fat figure of the second daughter of the Lanon family in disgust and quickly turned her eyes away.

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

It was as if the noble ladies showed each other how beautiful their estates were, how luxurious the jewelry was, and how prominent the husband and son were.

'vulgar……'

Blu felt a little sad: 'Did my sister become such a person? Or... this is the so-called aristocratic demeanor?'

"You're talking nonsense!"

Elma suddenly seemed to have a furry kitten: "You are purely jealous, because when the first selection was made, Lord Lennon lost to my father."

"You're talking nonsense."

The two girls faced each other in a tit-for-tat way, making the weather even hotter.

Bru wiped his sweat helplessly and glanced at the coloring booth inadvertently: "The big guys have entered the venue, huh?"

He rubbed his eyes and felt a little blurred: "Liu Shen is above, what did I see?"

His mouth widened, as if it was petrified, staring blankly in the direction of the colored shed.

"Brother...what are you doing..."

After enough noise, Elma gasped for a few deep breaths and looked at the brother beside her.

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

Following his eyes, Elma saw his father, Gregory Farrell, and was suddenly invited to sit in the shed, next to him was the Minister of Finance and the Minister of Military Affairs.

"Oh my god!"

Elma fanned excitedly: "I'm not dreaming, am I?"

"Felinna, look!"

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

"Yes... the favor of the Crazy King." Feilinna looked blankly for a long time, but couldn't find any refutation. Her lips twitched for a moment, and she spoke in an ant-like voice.

"Haha...you're just jealous."

Elma felt in a great mood, and never had such a moment when she was proud of having such a father.

...

"Barde Farrell."

The Minister of Finance, who was sitting next to Sulu, stared at him in surprise for a while, with an unidentified smile on his face: "Our Emperor, really likes surprises."

"Maybe...but today's protagonist has just entered the field, right?"

Sulu put his right fist on his cheek and quietly watched the popes of the six major churches enter the venue.

"Pope Britney, the God of Earth Church, Pope Conrad, the God of Knowledge, Pope Kori, the God of Ocean, Pope Cody, the God of Fire, Pope Siriel, the God of War, and Dalsey, the Last Lady of the Storm..."

Sulu listened to the roll title and watched the six major popes take their seats, and couldn't help but look at them secretly.

‘In addition to the church of Goddess of Light, the popes of other churches came in person, which was enough to show the importance of Antonio… In fact, the people of the White Eagle Federation should have arrived, but they were just hidden in the darkness.’

"Welcome to the arrival of six crowns."

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

Bang!

The salute exploded.

The noise spread far away.

"The people's thrills are also a kind of faith... I feel the condensation of fanaticism."

Seeing this scene, Pope Conrad, the God of Knowledge, said softly.

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

Accompanied by the waves of cheers below, only high-level professionals could discover that the inspiration lingering on him suddenly became stronger and stronger.

Under the shed of the six pastors, light and shadow were twisted, and a secret conversation was underway.

"Cyrel, make a choice!"

The Pope of the God of Fire sighed, "Does it be necessary to create another holy 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 Goddess of Light Church completely shifted to the New World, and the original Seven Gods belief system began to split.

"Antonio is already crazy. He is joining forces with the evil god. Don't you believe the evidence you have seen?"

The Pope of Mother Earth prefers women, and Britney persuades him in a gentle voice.

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

Siriel whispered: "But how has the gods truly pity us? Why...not create a native god who truly loves us?"
Chapter completed!