"Your Majesty Cassius!"

A young voice suddenly rang out among the quiet crowd. It was unknown whether it was an official arrangement of the Kingdom or a call from the heart of a child who had received grace from the Kingdom.

But soon after, the crowd erupted in rounds of enthusiastic cheers, among whom were quite a few people arranged by the Propaganda Department.

"Emperor! Emperor!"

"Your Majesty Cassius! Your Majesty!"

"For the Red Dragon's great blueprint!"

Amidst such calls, the red dragon continued to walk slowly along the wide road.

The guards standing on both sides of the road tapped the ground with their spears, making a rhythmic sound. The two-legged dragons landing on the ground also stretched their necks, raised their heads high, and let out soft whistles.

The ogres pushed their heavy artillery again, creating clusters of brilliant, blooming flames above the altar.

Just like that, under the attention of hundreds of thousands of people on the scene, Cassius easily climbed up the nearly 30-meter-high altar in a few steps and came directly to the top of Istalia.

Cassius looked around, looking down at the countless people below with his pale golden pupils, and then he spoke:
"Everyone."

"Welcome to the Anzeta Wasteland, and welcome to my coronation ceremony."

As Cassius finished speaking, a human noble with black hair, golden eyes and a handsome face appeared in front of him. His expression and movements were completely synchronized with the huge red dragon behind him - that was the human incarnation of Cassius.

"Damn, His Majesty Cassius's human form! It's so rare to see it!"

"I'll just go ahead and say hi, husband!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

This time, without waiting for the official personnel arranged by the kingdom to react, the players burst into even more enthusiastic cheers, and they were absolutely from the heart.

"The ceremony can begin."

Cassius paid no attention to the noise of the crowd and gave calm instructions, and the man and the dragon on the altar spoke at the same time.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

His family members got busy.

The Great Altar of Istalia has seven levels, connected by neat steps, forming a pyramid-like stone structure, representing the current status division of the kingdom.

At the top of the altar is a huge platform carved with mysterious patterns, which is nearly ten meters higher than the previous level - this is where Cassius is.

This platform represents the supreme royal power of the Burning Kingdom, or the future imperial power.

The three dukes, Rump, Dolo and Medorash, came to the altar one after another, and climbed up the long stairs step by step to the sixth level of the altar.

They stood there in order according to the positions that had been arranged long ago, quietly waiting for the next steps of the ceremony.

Next came seven marquises, including Alger, Gold Fang, and Delena, followed by twenty-four earls, more than forty viscounts, and hundreds of barons.

Even those first-class citizens who had made contributions were honored and lined up in neat rows, standing at the bottom of the altar.

"Woo——"

The green-footed dragon snake horn sounded under the altar.

At this time, the Great Altar of Istalia was already crowded with people and flags flying.

The citizens of the Burning Cinders Kingdom looked up at the high-spirited dragon-blood nobles, exclaimed in amazement, and felt extremely envious.

People from all over Feianso were thoughtful. This type of architecture was not uncommon on the continent - and the most famous ones were those of the original god Shengfadlan.

"No, it's impossible"

"Could it really be the Pyramid of the Sun God?"

"No, it's absolutely impossible, but this is really too important. Even the slightest possibility is huge news! I must go back and report to His Majesty."

Dayev looked at the altar and shook his head continuously, his expression becoming extremely ugly.

One hundred and fifty years ago, the great "Sun King" Aragon I built three pyramids in Thrace, Cassander, and Seleucid regions, and built the most magnificent Pyramid of the Eternal Sun God in the capital of the empire. On the holy day of the Church of Amaunator - the summer solstice, ceremonies were held simultaneously at the Sun God pyramids in various places. Amaunator bestowed the gift of sunlight, allowing hundreds of people to complete "ascension", and this was the beginning of the Holy Fadran Empire.

And now, the coronation ceremony of the Burning Kingdom reminded him of the sacred ceremony a hundred years ago.

Although the emergence of such thoughts was considered an act of usurpation, Dayev couldn't help but connect the two things and felt deeply worried about it.

But he didn't know that Cassius did this on purpose to attract the attention of other countries.

In the crowded crowd, noisy discussions and whispers continued to be heard.

"The ceremony is about to begin."

"Please keep quiet."

With the help of those special speakers, Trump's calm voice spread to every corner of the venue.

Under Trump's announcement and the pressure of the giant dragon on the platform, the crowd of hundreds of thousands of people suddenly quieted down and everyone looked up.

Trump stretched out his hand, took out an exquisite scroll that had been prepared long ago, and slowly unfolded it.

The ogre took a step forward and said loudly:

"His Majesty, the great 'King of Burning Embers' Cassius, unified Anzeta in just a few years and wiped out the northern frost giant tribe. He used thunderous means to bring long-lost peace and stability to the people of Anzeta - this is an achievement and feat that no one in this land has been able to achieve in thousands of years."

"For this reason, the people of Anzeta all agree that the title of 'king' is no longer enough to describe the greatness of His Majesty Cassius. He deserves a more noble title - emperor."

"His Majesty Cassius will rule here forever, and the Burning Kingdom will be upgraded to a greater country - the Burning Empire!"

"Your Majesty! The Burning Emperor!"

"The Burning Empire!"

"Long live the Emperor, long live the Empire!"

The moment Trump finished speaking, the crowd cheered again. Under the supervision of the Tiefling guards, the cheers this time were louder than any other time before.

The people standing in the front row had tears on their faces, knelt on the ground in embarrassment, and some even fainted from excitement - I just don't know whether this was a true expression of their feelings or just one of the Propaganda Department's usual exaggerated scripts.

"Your Majesty Cassius's kindness can never be repaid in my lifetime!"

"Your Majesty, we support you! It is you who gave us a new life!"

Representatives of several clans, including humans, tieflings, hobgoblins, ogres, etc., squeezed out of the crowd, their expressions were also extremely glorious and excited.

Together, they lifted a scroll made of raw cowhide that was tens of meters long and slowly unfolded it on the road. The smooth leather surface was covered with thousands of hand prints, claw prints, and even hoof prints.

"Your Majesty, Cassius, we sincerely beg you to be crowned! This is the wish of all citizens!"

"Yes! If you can be crowned, even at the cost of your life."

“You are us.”

"Yes, Your Majesty, this is the only way we can repay your kindness."

The representatives of the clan knelt on the ground. On the unfolded scroll were written a few bright and large characters: "A letter to His Majesty Cassius to be crowned as the emperor"

This petition was signed by tens of thousands of relatives, which showed that the emperor's coronation was not only a need for national development, but also the will of the people.

It is also proving to the world that this coronation is impeccable both from a legal and practical perspective.

On the high platform of the altar, Cassius overlooked the "grand occasion" below and tried his best to keep his majestic posture unchanged.

"It's embarrassing, isn't it? The Propaganda Department is a little too exaggerated this time, but..."

“The effect seems to be quite good.”

Red Dragon looked at the surprised, frightened and bewildered faces of the foreign envoys, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

It seems that in terms of propaganda, this group of players is already far ahead of other places in Fianso. (End of this chapter)