Warhammer

In the past, the "Regent" of the kingdom and the "King" of the tribe were commonly used among the people, and that was how Ai'er's title of "Regent King" came about. But now the people of Margarita have spontaneously omitted that big word and simplified Ai'er's title to "Regent King".

Gradually, the people completely agreed and recognized Al's control over the "royal power".

Al also suppressed his inner excitement and raised his arms to shout to the crowd:

"My friends, my compatriots!"

The magic made Al's voice travel far away, suppressing the other noises on Triumph Avenue.

"I promised you that I would win for you - now I will bring the glory of this victory back to all of you!"

"Long live victory! Long live the Legion! Long live the people!"

Just a few words completely ignited the emotions in the venue. The citizens enthusiastically surged forward. They hugged, kissed, and cried with every soldier and everyone around them. Some excited people rushed to the chariot where Al was and reached out to touch its body, even at the risk of being injured by the sharp objects. It was not until the blue-hatted men surrounded them and repeatedly persuaded and warned them to leave the vicinity of the chariot.

Beastmen, humans, and fanatical Margaritas didn't care about racial differences at all. They stood on both sides of the marching team, saluted and cheered every soldier who passed by them. People kept running into the team to hug the Aiel warriors, and then returned to the crowd watching the ceremony. Every time someone did this, it would cause a cheer. The girl stood on tiptoe and presented flowers to the angry-horned beast warrior, and the latter walked out of the team, bent down, and let the girl put it on the gap in its armor personally.

People paid the most enthusiastic etiquette and highest respect to this legion that brought supreme glory to the kingdom. The elders in their families who had widows and unmarried girls were thinking about whether they could find an excellent husband for the women in their families in this victorious legion. They didn't even have to worry about it, as the enthusiasm of the women in Margarita was enough to facilitate countless marriages between the military and civilians.

In the sky, legions of griffins and flying dragons circled and flew across the sky above the city. Even during the heyday of the Southern Kingdom, it had never possessed such a powerful legion of aerial monsters.

People saw in this legion the image of the phalanx legion that dominated the world and was invincible in stories and fairy tales passed down from generation to generation. Even though the core of this legion is beastmen, so what - we are inseparable!

No one but the most die-hard traditionalists cares about these issues at this moment.

The "Regent Faction" of the National Salvation Association, the "Protestant First Faction" of the War Church, representatives from all over the southwest, representatives from the southeast, the Margarita Citizens' Congress... including Lady Christina, who was just slept with by Al, all appeared in the parade. Coincidentally, Lady Christina and the Countess Melisandre Skaya, a veteran of the National Salvation Association who was obsessed with looks, were standing together, surrounded by maids. The two communicated from time to time, and from beginning to end, the Countess's fiery gaze never left Al.

Apparently, this noble lady, whose status was no less than that of Lady Christina, was still yearning to taste the tender grass that she had never forgotten after her first glimpse in Tolosa.

I wonder if she is learning from Christina about Al's preferences. For example, when it comes to women older than him, does he prefer the initiative of a little boy riding a big horse, or does he enjoy the gentle service of a big sister on top?

However, when the parade had walked most of the way and entered Victory Square, which could accommodate more than 100,000 people, and was preparing to proceed to the next step, something unexpected happened.

A group of people, from young to old, both men and women, including officers, nobles, parliamentarians, citizens, and villagers, blocked the way of the triumphal procession.

They held various holy objects and magical instruments, and held up many flags embroidered with various emblems. Anyone with a little knowledge could tell at a glance that these were the flags of the major cities in Estalia. For example, the cheetah and the sun symbolize Margarita, and the person holding this flag was the rotating chief speaker of the Citizens' Representative Assembly.

They rushed up aggressively. Seeing this, Al was a little confused and asked immediately:

"What do you do?"

"Follow the will of Heaven and act on behalf of the people! (Follow the will of Heaven! Act on behalf of the will of the people)" A man who looked like a priest, wearing a priest robe and holding a magic weapon, shouted to the crowd in a loud voice.

The strange thing was that as soon as he spoke, the entire parade instantly became quiet again, and the priest's voice became very loud, loud enough for most people in front and behind to hear.

"The kingdom cannot be without a ruler for a day! Today, the world is in turmoil, the country is in chaos, and there are disturbances everywhere. We must have a wise and powerful ruler to ascend the throne and rule the kingdom, so that we can lead the country out of danger!"

"Apart from His Royal Highness the Regent, who else is qualified to lead us?"

In the team that was blocking the chariot, several officers drew their swords, held their hands horizontally in front of them, and knelt on one knee towards Al on the chariot.

"Your Highness, please consider the country and the people! Ascend the throne and rule the Southern Kingdom!"

"Your Highness, please consider the country and the people! Ascend the throne and rule the Southern Kingdom!"

At this time, the crowd finally came to their senses as if they had just woken up from a dream.

This is persuasion!

Then...

"Your Highness, please consider the country and the people! Ascend the throne and rule the Southern Kingdom!"

"Your Highness, please consider the country and the people! Ascend the throne and rule the Southern Kingdom!"

"Long live King Ai'er! Long live King Ai'er!"

Various slogans of persuasion resounded through the sky and shook the earth. Apart from the previous victory, there was nothing more worthy of joy than this. An invincible commander and a wise and powerful ruler was about to become their king!

It can only be said that this way of "usurping the throne" was the first time in the land of Estalia, and it was performed in front of hundreds of thousands of people.

The enthusiasm of the people and Al's rising prestige supported the performance.

As the center of this new storm, Al, like the "protagonists" who have encountered this situation countless times in history (of his hometown), behaved in an "incredible" and "panic-stricken" manner.

"What are you doing! What are you doing! I'm here in triumph!"

The aggressive team that was trying to stop the chariot and persuade people to move in surrounded the chariot without any explanation. However, it was as if a group weakness spell was released on El's loyal and reliable inner circle guards. The force of intercepting and blocking the crowd suddenly weakened a lot, allowing many people to get close to the chariot again.

"The Regent fought in many battles, defeated the greenskins and recovered the country, and has done a great favor to the country and the people!"

"If the regent is not the king, who else is worthy of being the king?"

Al was furious when he heard such outrageous words and shouted:

"Don't try to hurt me!"

"I have said before: after defeating the enemy and pacifying the country, I will return to the Pina Forest with my people and continue to live in seclusion. I have never coveted the throne, not to mention that the previous prince was assassinated and his descendants are still alive!"

"The throne should be inherited by the heir of the eighth prince!"

Al righteously rebuked and persuaded everyone to come in, but his heartfelt words did not receive a response. Instead, someone immediately spoke out and refuted Al's words:

"Is there a kind of royal family? It belongs to those who are virtuous and capable!"

"The late prince is incapable of governing the country and ensuring its people's safety through his literary talent, nor is he capable of expanding the territory through his military talent. He indulges in brothels and operas and has harmed the country. In normal times, he can be a good guard dog, but in times of crisis, how can he compare to you!" This points out that the eighth generation is a waste - so don't even think about his descendants, as they will definitely not be as good as Al's.

"Although the greenskins are gone, their power is over. The Skaven have made a comeback and the pirates are eyeing us covetously. The country is in danger! Is the Regent going to abandon the people and care about his own selfishness like the eighth prince did?"

Then he pointed out that although we won the war, the enemy had not been completely defeated and there was a risk of another attack at any time (where would it come from? Under the sea?). Your Highness, you said that you wanted to return to your hometown in the forest to reunite with your family. Does that mean you don't want to take care of us anymore?

Al seemed to be choked and unable to speak, and his hands holding the reins were shaking with anger. At this moment, the second group of people came on stage.

Church members, led by Gregory, the Eagle of the South and the new head of the church appointed by Al, walked along the Avenue of Triumph, holding solemn instruments, coronation utensils and a series of other ceremonial items.

"The Regent fought in many battles to protect the country and its people. He restored peace to the country and the sun and moon to their former glory! With such great achievements, he deserves to be king!"

"For the king! For the king! For the king!" Seeing that even the Southern Eagle, who had crowned the prince for generations, came out to support, the people's cheers swept towards the chariot like a tidal wave.

All those who came with Gregory this time were his regents and priests who supported Al. As for those opponents, they were probably being imprisoned in a monastery, awaiting the final judgment.

Ai'er had already made perfect arrangements on his way east this time. After Bomoz, he was too lazy to wait any longer. His advantage over the greenskins was so great that he didn't know where it was. The greenskins could still maintain a reluctant order with violence, not to mention that his order was far superior to the former...

Al couldn't even stand now. He slowly took off his mask. On that face that was as handsome as a god, there were three parts of pain, three parts of helplessness, and three parts of anger. Al first showed his face to everyone, then took a few steps back and fell into his seat.

"You, you...you are putting me in an unjust position!"

There was a slight tremor in Al's voice and a look of pain on his face.

Painful, so painful.

Gregory reacted the fastest. He took the crown in his hand, handed the plate to a servant beside him, and ran quickly to the chariot. He looked at the eldest daughter and eldest son Misha who was guarding the right side. Then Niu Niu gave a slight hint, and the inner circle guards "accidentally" made way for a passage. Gregory and Chief Speaker Margarita, who followed closely behind him, immediately got in and rushed onto the chariot.

Seeing this, Al said in horror: "Stop them! Stop them!"

Misha responded and was about to step forward, but the leader Gregory stretched out his hand and pushed her. Although the battle-hardened Misha was a Minotaur with strange steps, she was still a girl after all. And what kind of person was Gregory? He was also a man who held a sutra in one hand and a hammer in the other, and was both civil and military. Needless to say, he personally went to the battlefield to boost morale. During the war, he often used the hammer in his hand to verify the thickness of the greenskins' skulls. However, most greenskins failed the test, not even once.

Seeing his eldest daughter being pushed away, Al was furious. He was about to personally deal with these elements who "put me in an unjust situation", but the Chief Speaker suddenly accelerated and rushed forward, hugged Al and pushed him back to his seat. At this moment, the head of the church ran to his side and put the crown on the boy's head!

"A new king has ascended the throne~~~! Long live King Ai'er!"

The crowd who were persuading him to take the throne immediately gave out earth-shaking shouts, which were followed by enthusiastic responses from the people watching the triumphal ceremony.

"Long live King El~~~! Long live King El~~~!!"

The Chief Speaker who was holding El then stood up and unfolded what he was holding in his arms to show everyone. It was a flag of the Kingdom of Estalia with a white leopard looking back. Then he draped this meaningful royal flag on El without saying anything.

Even though he was prepared, when the overwhelming cheers of "Long Live Al" came towards him, his head was still a little dizzy, and the words he had prepared could not come out of his mouth, and he blurted out:

"You've made me suffer!"

He thought to himself: "Does this count as ascending the throne?"

"You will become king, Estalia, and you will be completely under my control from now on?"

Al rolled his eyes. On his left was the humbly bowed chief, and on his right was the chief speaker who simply knelt in front of Al. In theory, the most powerful person in the entire Margarita except him had already knelt before him and expressed his submission. Who else could oppose him in establishing the royal power?

From the time El was born from the female knight's belly to today, it has been almost five years, and it took more than three years to achieve this goal today. In the year 2689 of the Imperial Calendar, El won the Battle of Tolosa, successfully liberated Margarita, and unified the south.

At the end of the year, preparations for the Northern Expedition were made. At the beginning of 2690, the army gathered in Pina. A month later, the Northern Expedition officially began. A month later, the decisive battle of Bilbarri took place. After rest and reorganization, the army marched south. Now is the fourth month of the twelve months in a year, which is the "Sigma Month" according to the Imperial calendar, but is now called the "Emperor Month".

Finally, the grand blueprint he made in the small town of Samana, whose name is almost forgotten, has been realized today.

The coronation that was witnessed by tens of thousands of eyes and experienced by hundreds of thousands of people could not be faked in any way. The cheers of the people were the legitimacy of his ascension to the throne and the legion was his legal basis. As long as his legion was not destroyed and the support of the people did not turn into opposition, his royal power would rise to the pinnacle in this country called "Estalia"!

His momentum and prestige will also reach its peak!

Amid the cheers of the people, the invincible commander, the wise and brave regent, the charismatic son of God, the chosen champion of God... countless titles were finally merged and unified into:

"King of El"

"Long live the king!"

The following grand parade was temporarily changed to a coronation ceremony. The team accompanying the new king entered the Victory Square. Under the gaze of nearly 100,000 pairs of eyes, Al wore a crown and sat on the throne temporarily carried out from the palace to accept the worship of everyone.

There were opponents and dissenters, but some blue hats watched over the crowd that had been gathered together for easy supervision. Some excited soldiers walked up to those who were silent and out of tune with the enthusiastic atmosphere, and asked them with one hand on the sword at their waist:

"Don't you agree that His Majesty Al is on the throne?"

In return, there were continuous responses, "We couldn't agree more! Long live the king! Long live King Ai'er!"

"Scholar", Eve Katrin was watching everything in the venue among the crowd of spectators. She had vaguely anticipated this scene since Aiel became regent and the Southern Eagle proposed the merger of tribes and kingdoms. But like Gregory, she was concerned about the millions of people on the land of this kingdom rather than the illusory royal power.

Moreover, reason made the female scholar clear about one thing: no matter what, Aiel's ascension to the throne was an inevitable trend. In this land in the south, except for the neighboring country Tyrell, there was no one or force in Estalia that could pose a threat to Aiel and his legion.

While the scholar was thinking, Al also said to all the people the words that he later repeatedly mentioned when he recalled the scene:

"When the team arrived at Margarita, we were stopped on the road. They wanted me to ascend the throne and become the king. I said I was not being modest. How could I, the commander of a tribe, become the king of Estalia? Then Headmaster Gregory came and said to me: 'The people have already agreed. If you don't become the king, no one else will be qualified.' So I had to recite two sentences, which were called..."

"Wearing a crown!"

"You must bear the burden!"

Volume 3: The Mortal Realm

Chapter 1: Street Choir

The rebuilt Margherita.

At a cross street in the third block, a group of young boys and girls were lined up and singing in unison under the direction of a young and beautiful lady.

"Gods bless Al!"

"May he live forever!"

"God save my king~"

"Always win, always be glorious!"

"Believe in the people's expectations and be happy!"

"Governing the country, Wang Yunchang!"

The choir, whose average age was probably no more than fifteen years old, performed with great dedication on the street, attracting many people to stop and watch. Among them were dock workers, passers-by, well-dressed gentlemen, and wealthy businessmen, and most of them did not hesitate to show their generosity and kindness at this time.

There were several rectangular wooden boxes placed around the small choir, and people enjoying the performance were happy to throw a few copper coins or silver coins into them. Of course, only wealthy people could do this.

The blue-hatted man standing at the post in the middle of the intersection, who is responsible for maintaining order and dealing with emergencies in the area, would occasionally turn his attention to this street choir. As the city recovered, it became more and more popular. After the kingdom implemented its new policies, many refugees whose homes had been destroyed, who had no relatives or relatives, liked to run to the city, especially to a metropolis like Margarita.

The kingdom's administrative power is limited, and Estalia, now the "United Kingdom", has long had a deep-rooted city-state tradition, so it naturally prioritizes the restoration and control of cities.

For example, the "Blue Hats of El" who have taken on the duties of inspection and guarding are mainly limited to the city. They are also an important institution for El to maintain order in Margarita, a huge southern city whose population has now doubled to 300,000 when El entered the city and has exceeded the 700,000 mark.

Under such circumstances, the various tedious affairs and disputes that need to be handled in the city are also astronomical.

The blue-hatted street standmen have to deal with more than twenty incidents every day, such as traffic accidents, civil disputes, and seeking government assistance. Their day is fulfilling but also extremely tiring. For them, it is too lazy to take a break from their busy schedule to listen to the chorus of young singers while they are working.

Al armed their bodies with the best materials, and their loving mother shaped their souls with faith. Life goes on, and so does responsibility.

"Extend divine power, spread the sky net, protect the country, and make the people happy and healthy!"

"Destroy the enemies~wipe them all~break the conspiracy~eliminate the traitors~wipe them all out!"

"God bless my king and grant him long-lasting grace!"

"All the people sing with one heart!"

"Gods above! Al above~~~!!!"

As the last climax came to an end, sparse applause and cheers continued to ring out at the crossroads, and the hymn called "God Bless My King Al" also came to an end.

The city is being rebuilt at a high speed, and the pace of development is still relatively hurried. People can take time to stop and enjoy the short-lived art, but they will not stay for too long. In the Third Block, it is rare to see people going out just for strolling. People here are busy with various affairs and work. Only when the temple bell rings three times in a row - after the sun sets in the west, do they have enough time to relax.

The leading lady had shiny black hair, which was tied into a simple ponytail hanging down her back. She wore a peculiar style of black and grey underwear. The lower part of her body was not a skirt, nor was it a rough working robe for women. Instead, it was more like the trousers that the military wore behind their armor. It did not look like any traditional Estalia costume, but it did add a bit of heroism and competence.