Three days later, the Airanhill Sky No. 1 floating battleship that Chris was riding on slowly docked at the airport outside Seris City.
The huge battleship's hull came to a halt little by little, and the mottled bullet marks on it were clear, recording how brutal that shocking battle was.
On the thick armor of Sky-1, there were only three or four places that were penetrated, and there were even more places that were hit but not penetrated.
Those penetrating wounds are horrifying to see, and the huge bullet holes can even accommodate a person easily passing through.
And such a bullet hole was actually drilled through a 500 mm thick armored steel plate, surrounded by dark traces melted by magical energy, which was about the size of a small car.
Including the huge eagle emblem on the front bow of Sky One, traces of hits from magic cannons can be seen everywhere on the armor of this battleship.
Craters that did not penetrate were everywhere, and some were just a hundred or ten millimeters short of penetrating the armor and causing serious damage to the battleship.
However, even though it was scarred, all the artillery on this battleship still stood upright. The flag of King Elanthir on the bridge still fluttered in the wind.
"Are you ready? His Majesty may appear at any time." An officer walked up to the front of the military band, looked at his watch, and asked.
"It can start at any time, we are ready." the commander of the military band solemnly replied.
Behind the military band is a choir full of teenagers. This choir comes from the Royal No. 1 Middle School. Every young talent is carefully selected, with a clean background, and strict standards for height, appearance, body, and voice.
Further away, there is the honor guard of the Irish Guards. Each pacesetter wears a straight military uniform and a ceremonial medal that is only worn by dependent soldiers.
For the sake of appearance, the weapons they use are old Mauser 98k bolt-action rifles with chrome-plated bayonets installed on them.
These soldiers looked intently and lined up in a neat square formation, waiting for His Majesty the Emperor to inspect them.
It has to be said that after the Battle of the Ludono River, Chris's reputation in this country has become even higher. People are talking about the invincible and great Emperor, and it can be said that there are more and more adjectives.
There have even begun to be official imperial officials advocating for His Majesty the Emperor to be honored in semi-public occasions.
In the history of mankind in this world, there are very few emperors or heroes who have their own titles. In other words, there are very few people who have titles that are recognized by others.
Even if they are not recognized by others, there are only 17 self-proclaimed mortal empire emperors. This number is not too many in the context of thousands of years of history.
In the Magician Empire, there are only two recognized Grand Magisters with the title, while in the Mortal Empire there is no monarch with the title.
Although Chris's current situation is a bit special, the Forbidden Demon Realm has completely disappeared, and he cannot be regarded as the emperor of a mortal empire at all. However, the matter of taking the title is still a big deal, and the empire's senior officials are still weighing and considering it.
After all, this is a matter of face for an empire. If you take the title but are not recognized by other empires, you will lose the face of the Elanthir royal family, so you must be more cautious.
It would be better if this kind of thing can happen naturally, rather than trying to force yourself to do it. At least, this is what Chris thinks.
"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" Des, who was standing at the front to greet Chris as he walked down the gangway, shouted loudly when he saw His Majesty the Emperor in gorgeous robes walking to the hatch specially prepared for His Majesty the Emperor.
As he shouted, the hearts of other ministers finally fell to the ground. In their view, it was scary for His Majesty the Emperor to go on a personal expedition, no matter how safe the process was.
What's more, this empire doesn't have a crown prince or a legitimate heir to the throne! This is something that people will never forget.
"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" Deans, Strider, as well as the military's Chief of Staff Luo Kai and Defense Minister Kastner all cheered in unison.
"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" Behind them, all the officials and military generals who came to greet them cheered in unison. If a bomb were detonated here at this time, almost all the top officials of the Eilanhill Empire would be destroyed.
One pot is served.
It's a pity that everyone who can stand here has gone through strict scrutiny, and the Guards soldiers who defend this place are strictly guarded at all levels, and even a fly may not be able to fly in.
After hearing the shouts of His Majesty the Emperor, the commander of the military band immediately waved his baton, and various musical instruments played, gathering into a majestic piece of music.
As the military band played, the teenagers in the choir also sang loudly the song that accompanied the Irish Grenadier's expeditions: "The King's Flag of Ireland... Never..."
Fall! The gods are always with your majesty! We win and bathe in supreme glory; we win because we fight bravely to kill the enemy; we go to the battlefield for the sake of our country; the flag of the King of Elanthir... will never fall!"
Chris waved his arm slightly, and then walked down the gangway with Vivian. His feet stepped on the soft red carpet, and he walked step by step in front of Des and others.
"Thank you for your hard work while I was away!" Chris smiled and looked at Des, then looked at Deans and others, and said.
"It is our duty as ministers to share His Majesty's worries." Des, Deans and others replied in unison.
"Victory is hard-won... You still need to work hard." Chris encouraged him. He did not go to review the honor guard first, but walked along the huge airport pier to the ordinary officers and soldiers ramp on the other side.
He walked to the gangway and ordered the officers who were standing at attention and saluting in front of the gangway: "Let the sacrificed soldiers and the wounded come down... As their emperor, I will give these brave soldiers a final lift."
"Yes!" The officer raised his chin and stood at attention to salute again. Because he was too excited, his salute movements were somewhat deformed this time: "Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"
Behind Chris, the military band was still playing majestic war songs, but the choir stopped after singing one song. Because Chris did not directly inspect the guard of honor because it was an impromptu decision, they did not prepare other songs.
You can’t just sing one song all the time, right?
At this moment, four soldiers in uniforms walked slowly down the huge officers' and soldiers' gangway, carrying a coffin covered with an eagle flag.
Chris, who was standing by the gangway, just looked at the coffins being carried down one by one, expressionless and silent.
It wasn't until the coffin came to him that he asked loudly: "What's his name?"
Several soldiers carrying the coffin were stunned for a moment, then stopped and stood at attention and replied: "Report to your majesty! The one who died was Sergeant Bob!"
"Thank you for your contribution to the empire!" Chris stretched out his hand, pressed it on the coffin, said softly, then stepped back to get out of the way, and let the coffin covered with the national flag go.
After that, the second coffin was carried down the gangway by four soldiers, and Chris continued to ask softly: "What's his name?"
In this way, coffins were carried off Sky One one by one. Lying in each coffin was a young life.
The soldiers answered loudly one by one, chanting names that were so ordinary that it was even difficult for people to remember them.
Until the end, when the soldiers carrying the coffins had finished leaving, and the only ones left were the seriously injured soldiers carried on stretchers, Chris still stood by the gangway, saluting each wounded person.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" Finally, a soldier whose legs had been sawed off couldn't bear it anymore. He held Chris's hand and cried, tears falling to the ground: "Your Majesty! I still want to fight for you! Your Majesty!
I'm still alive! I still want to fight for you, Your Majesty!"
His shout seemed to ignite something, and for a while the lightly wounded soldiers, the soldiers with bandages on their heads, the soldiers with their arms hanging on their chests, and the soldiers on crutches all began to cry.
"Long live our emperor! Long live Elanthir!" All the wounded who passed in front of Chris would sing loudly at the top of their lungs. These voices came one after another, accompanied by the majestic music, without stopping.
Seeing this scene, the uninjured soldiers stopped walking down the gangway. They waited for the last wounded man to go down, and then spontaneously began to line up inside the battleship.
Soon, rows of officers and soldiers walked out of Sky One with neat steps. They were five in a row, as if they were troops undergoing review, and passed in front of Chris.
They saluted Chris without stopping. Their boots made a dull sound as they stepped on the concrete-paved airport pier.
This sound has overshadowed the majestic military music and struck the hearts of every minister behind Chris. But inside Sky One, soldiers were still coming out neatly in a steady stream, taking vigorous steps.
Chris stood on one side of the gangway, as if he were a military disciplinary officer on duty, meticulously saluting each row of soldiers.
"Long live Ailanthir! Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" Although these soldiers were all carrying backpacks and the clothes on their bodies were different due to the different branches of the army, no one paid attention. Hearing their heartfelt shouts, everyone
We know that this is a powerful army with high morale.
Chris waited until there were no more soldiers walking down the gangway before he turned around. He walked towards the guard of honor that he had been waiting for for a long time, and reviewed his Guards amidst music without singing.
Just as he was reviewing the guard of honor, at the other end of the huge airport, a brand new sky-class aerial warship was replenishing supplies. Countless cars were driving into this equally huge warship, and cranes were also replenishing the warship.
Various types of missiles.
On the bridge of the Sky II battleship, the black eagle flag also flutters in the wind, majestic and majestic. ——
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