The Mighty Dragons Are Dead-Chapter 1063 - 1060 When to Enter the Stage

“Like the radiant, splendid sun…”

The ordinary citizens lining the Gilded Boulevard soon joined the choir in singing the folk song, a tune nearly everyone knew how to sing.

When the song concluded, the band and choir’s floats had already made their way onto the Gilded Boulevard.

At this point behind the floats, a series of open-topped carriages followed one after another, each carrying nobles dressed in the splendid attire of Flack Abaie.

“Ah, there’s Viscount Blair, I know him, he’s an administrative officer from our Flame King City!”

“Behind him is Viscount Isaiah, the administrative officer from Reed City; I’ve seen Viscount Isaiah conducting inspections of goods when I was doing business there!”

“They are all viscounts, why don’t I see any earls or marquises?”

“I heard that marquises and earls, these great nobles, aren’t participating in the street parade; today, they are being enfeoffed at a ceremony in the Royal Palace!”

“When will I also be able to sit in a carriage and receive cheers?”

“You can stop dreaming about that.”

Three hundred and sixty-six carriages, carrying three hundred and sixty-six viscounts, paraded ostentatiously. Following the viscounts’ carriages was another group of nobles dressed in Flack Abaie attire. However, compared to the viscounts’ glamorous appearance, they were dressed a bit more modestly—this was the baron formation.

One thousand two hundred and forty barons, all mounted on steeds, showed clear distinctions in the types of horses.

Some barons rode shiny, large, and robust black horses, which were members of the Burning Legion’s purebred Black Blood Treasured Horses; others rode slightly shorter black horses, which were the feudal barons’ mixed-breeds of Black Blood Treasured Horses.

Some barons rode brown, yellow, or red horses, which were the mounts of lifetime barons, merely ordinary warhorses.

Though the barons did not ride in carriages, their imposing presence on horseback was even more striking, earning them plenty of cheers from the crowds lining the Gilded Boulevard, especially from the daughters of merchants and craftsmen, who frequently cast flirtatious glances at the knights atop their horses—they didn’t dare aspire to viscounts, but barons were still within their reach to contemplate.

After the Barons, came the procession of the Honored Knights.

Although tens of thousands of Honored Knights existed, not all had come since they still bore the responsibility of managing their domains; thus, only five hundred representatives were present.

A procession of nearly two thousand people thus embarked upon the Gilded Boulevard, marching steadily forward.

They soon reached the Triumphal Arch that stood at the center of Flame King City, where Magicians cast their spells upon the Arch. Multicolored magic soared into the sky, drawing exclamations from the citizens. It was like the fireworks on Earth, beautiful and smokeless, both environmentally friendly and natural.

Passing through the Triumphal Arch, the procession continued north along the Gilded Boulevard and soon arrived at the Royal Palace Square of Sun Moon Star Palace.

The square, adjacent to Flame King City, was usually off-limits to commoners.

But on this universally celebrated day, the square was opened to the public, hence it had been filled early with a large influx of commoners and Noble families. In this strictly hierarchical society, there was a clear divide between Nobles and commoners, with the Nobles gathering in a separate area, maintaining a distance from the commoners.

No commoner dared cross this line.

Even mischievous children would be promptly pulled back by their parents.

The procession arrived at the square and went through a procedure—parking their carriages and horses and then regathering in the square.

As the sun climbed high, around nine in the morning, a new round of orchestra and choir performances began. At this time, a large number of Nobles, Grand Magicians, and envoys from various countries emerged from the Royal Palace and entered the pre-arranged viewing stand. Three individuals made particularly stunning entrances.

Leading the charge was Light Green Gem Dragon Knight, Emily Flame, who rode directly on Light Green Gem Dragon Ethan to the Royal Palace Square, circling the area before guiding Ethan to land in the center of the square.

She dismounted the dragon.

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Ethan flapped his wings, issuing a high-pitched dragon’s cry, and flew out of the square to land on the waist of Moon Mountain. Emily, amidst many admiring and envious gazes, walked to the viewing stand and sat in the seat marked with her name.

Next to shock the audience was Duke Li Weiliam Tulip of Tulip Island, who did not ride his Broken Horn Storm Dragon Horse. Instead, he stepped on the head of the Giant Lion, Nimia, walked to the edge of the square, and then leapt into the square and walked to his seat.

The Giant Lion, Nimia, also roared and crouched on a nearby open space by the square, putting immense pressure on the crowd.

The third to make an appearance was Archmage Lerald Truth, who sat on a glittering carpet, cloaked in radiant gold as he flew into the square. For a moment, his Light System Magic nearly blinded everyone; by the time their eyes adjusted, he had already taken his seat.

Clearly,

These spectacular entries had been orchestrated by Liszt to enhance the atmosphere of the founding ceremony of Flame Kingdom.

“Indeed… what a grand celebration.”

The envoy of Eagle Kingdom, Alexander White Iron, watched the dragons of his former Kingdom, along with Giant Lion, Nimia, and the majestic entrance of the Archmage.

Although he was full of grievances, he dared not voice his complaints, resorting to muttering under his breath.

On the surface, he maintained a smile, engaging in lively conversation with the envoy from Blast Furnace Fortress Kingdom, “I wonder when His Majesty the King will make his appearance.”

The envoy from Blast Furnace Fortress Kingdom was about to reply,

when suddenly, a commanding, dominant dragon’s cry rose from the direction of the Royal Palace, a sound that seemed capable of penetrating heaven and earth, instantly quieting the entire square.

“Oh!”