Time, dawn.


    Location, sky palace.


    The dark haired wizard who stayed up all night stood in front of the window and glanced outside. The palace guards who had not left all night stood on both sides of the palace and stairs like steel sculptures. The armor and shield were covered with water mist and morning dew.


    Lauren sighed heavily.


    It is only for one thing and only for one person that these northern legions can stand guard in the palace all night with such perseverance.


    The coronation of Conrad de saleon.


    Speaking of the coronation ceremony of the Imperial Emperor, it can also be traced back to the Empire. Compared with the previous imperial trial, the current hall looks very simple. In addition to the chandeliers on the top of the head and the tapestries on both sides, we can hardly find too many decorations; Even these things look very disharmonious, like they were moved from other palaces in a hurry.


    Many guests have come to the hall, but compared with their number, there are obviously more legions of soldiers - if not for the daytime lights and Tapestries on both sides, it gives people the illusion of being in the military camp.


    Looking at the atmosphere of the hall, as well as the guests present - mainly imperial nobles and invited wizards and priests - almost all wore faces and forced smiles.


    If you give an order, you can make their blood splash on the spot.


    On the contrary, the Dukes who had just "seen the scene" were calm at the moment, and there was no more uncomfortable expression; After all, no matter how powerful the emperor wanted, he would not kill all his vassals at his coronation ceremony.


    Of course, what is more important is that the troops from the six principalities have also arrived at the imperial capital and are stationed outside the Tianqiong palace; Once there is a change, an army of nearly 10000 people can break through the newly renovated sky palace in less than a quarter of an hour.


    At least, the Dukes think so.


    "This will probably be recorded in the ''most Legion style'' coronation ceremony, just like the Dragon Queen''s coronation ceremony in the style of ''most like dinner, drama and proposal ceremony''."


    With a mocking expression, Nolan ERD, who ignored the eyes of Yuli weiltz behind him, still sneered: "but... It''s quite in line with the current situation."


    "After the death of an emperor, the empire is about to face a war of survival, and the ''Legion style'' can''t fit better - I don''t know how many legions we need to die in order to save the Empire; 100? 200?"


    "Or... We have to sacrifice another desalian emperor and let a hero bear a bad name - just like the great conquest of Eckhardt I, the battle of Brandon''s blood skeleton Valley, and the last battle of the Dragon Queen - the emperors can always get what they want, but sometimes the result may be different from what they think."


    The Duke of Arles, who meant something, turned his eyes to several figures under the desallion coat of arms.


    There are two more figures accompanying connord de sallion.


    The one on the left is the well-known seal minister, metterne Leopold, standing with his hands down.


    On the right is an old man, leaning on crutches and supported by two young people in priest''s clothes, who can barely stand in place.


    "Everybody..."


    "On this painful, tragic, noble and sacred day, I solemnly declare to you that I have the authority given to me by the minister in charge of the seal;"


    The gentle voice of the seal minister sounded, but in a depressed hall, it was so clear that every character had an indescribable power.


    "My emperor is dead..."


    "Long live my emperor!"