This was the first time many outsiders, upon arriving in Chambord City, had seen the true face of King of Chambord Alexander, whom every Chambord resident worshipped like a god.
It finally appeared after much anticipation.
Indeed, she possesses unparalleled elegance.
Even those of them who came to Chambord City with less-than-ideal intentions and harbored no goodwill towards the King of Chambord, at this moment, could not help but be captivated by the young King's charisma.
On a magnificent white BMW, as if dyed from snow, stood the young King of Chambord, clad in a sky-blue robe that perfectly accentuated his physique. His muscles were defined yet not overly bulging, and his godlike body brimmed with immeasurable power. He wore a golden olive leaf crown, and his thick, black hair was bound down to his waist with nine golden ribbons. His handsome, jade-like face wore a faint, captivating smile, and he radiated an astonishing light, like a rising sun.
Countless people cheered at his feet.
Countless subjects were mad for their King.
The entire Chambord City resounded with thunderous cheers. The people's enthusiasm was like a volcanic eruption from a bottomless abyss. The King of Chambord walked like a god through the path cleared by the crowd, followed by his valiant warriors in bright armor, loyal and brave. Bathed in the cheers, he was full of heroic spirit.
At that moment, he was the center of the entire world.
Everyone was watching the young King.
Amidst the cheers and adoration of thousands, the wedding procession set off from the former palace and proceeded at a leisurely pace toward the residence of Chancellor Best.
far away.
"This little fellow? Is that King of Chambord Alexander? What a disappointment! Hmph, just a greenhorn, he doesn't seem to have much strength. I could crush him with one hand. His Majesty actually sent us to King of Chambord to complete this mission, he really overestimates him."
At the top of a stone temple on the far side of the street, three burly figures dressed in black cloaks stood silently. One of them looked at the young King surrounded by thousands of people from afar, curled his lip in disdain, and revealed two rows of teeth that gleamed coldly like sharp daggers in the shadows.
"Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit; don't be careless. Remember, the battle records in the Imperial intelligence aren't fabricated." Another person slowly shook his head and said, " King of Chambord is at least at the Peak Mid-Tier Moon Class. He even possesses a war hammer that can unleash his power; it's probably Demigod Dou Weapon, not to be underestimated."
"Hehe, that's true, but so what if he's at the Peak Full Moon Class? The Dragon Hunting Alliance has over thirty powerful figures from ten kingdoms gathered here, and with those monsters guarding the place, King of Chambord is doomed. I've heard there are quite a few beauties in the King of Chambord. Hehe... just thinking about it excites me! I'm going to play with his queen right in front of King of Chambord! Hahahaha!"
The last person to speak spoke with an undisguised air of brutality.
" King of Chambord Alexander, you evil dragon, have you finally revealed yourself? From behind the scenes to the light, it seems even the gods have already pronounced their judgment: tonight you are doomed!"
Among the cheering crowd on the side of the street stood an elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in a long white robe.
In his hands, Zongheng Decrepify and wrinkles and age spots from old age etched upon him, he gently gripped a black wooden staff that resembled a fire poker. He smiled as he watched the young King ride past on horseback. His eyes, filled with a complex mix of emotions—admiration, regret, cruelty, and excitement—were brimming with a mixture of wisdom, ruthlessness, and greed, yet also clouded by age.
"What a pity, what a pity! You were originally a peerless genius with a bright future, yet you willingly fell into depravity, repeatedly killing my sect's experts for that little woman named Angela. Although I cannot report to the Northern Region Diocese to request the Divine Judgment Squad to avoid other sects discovering the existence of this woman who is a reincarnation of a god, but... hehe, the killing trap I prepared for you is enough to kill you a hundred times over. Since ancient times, beautiful women have been the root of chaos. It's a pity that you are so young, arrogant and conceited, and ultimately do not understand that being an enemy of my Shi Sect means you are destined to perish!"
The Old Man watched as King of Chambord's figure disappeared into the distant crowd, then turned around gently, took a few steps, and vanished from sight.
Surrounded by thousands of people, shoulder to shoulder, not a single person noticed the Old Man's disappearance.
"I must kill him, tear him to pieces, to avenge my fallen brothers!" From the crowd, [ War Pirate ] Meierbeili and his loyal strategist Isakson, watching King of Chambord surrounded by the crowd, uttered the most vicious curse.
"Is this young man King of Chambord Alexander?" Further away, the golden-masked man from the Live Blood Mercenary Group stood with his hands behind his back, lost in thought. "Interesting. He certainly didn't disappoint me."
"So young?" At another stone statue more than ten meters tall, Prince Gourcuff of Bordeaux saw the true face of King of Chambord for the first time, and his face showed a look of surprise. Behind him, four young knights dressed in gorgeous clothes whispered to each other, and bursts of unrestrained laughter could be heard from time to time. It was unclear what they were saying.
"Hehe, tonight Night of Bloodshed. You will be my prey, you poor wretch. Enjoy this last pitiful moment of glory, hehehehe!" In the void, a dwarf with unusually large hands licked his lips and let out a sinister laugh.
"Hmm? The city doesn't seem too peaceful. I wonder if Alexander is prepared." The handsome, almost demonic, second prince of the empire Dominguez, lazily held his crippled puppy named Oka, glanced around by the window, then returned to his recliner, dozing off and muttering to himself. Behind him, the Alluring Witch Paris looked slightly grave, while [ Red Beard ] Granero remained expressionless.
The Prime Minister's residence, at the entrance.
After about fifteen minutes of silence, the crowd gathered there suddenly erupted into a thunderous cheer.
Long Live the King!
"Long live Your Highness!"
Long live King Alexander! Long live Alexander the Great!
"Long live Princess Angela! Long live Princess Elena!"
When the supreme King Alexander led two radiant princesses out of the prime minister's residence, everyone went wild. Angela, in a fitted, trailing white lace wedding dress with fringed tassels, looked like a fairy from the moonlight, her beauty almost unreal, making all the men gasp for breath.
On the other side of His Majesty the King, Elena, dressed in a fiery red, tight-fitting, shoulder-baring short dress and wearing the [ M'avina's True Sight Diadem ], resembled a Valkyrie awe-inspiring amidst flames. Her Valkyrie, supple waist, and ivory-white, long legs, combined with the strange and cold allure honed by years of battle, made Elena display a unique and captivating beauty that was in no way inferior to Angela's, yet entirely different.
Envy, jealousy, and hatred!
This was almost the most primal and genuine thought deep in the hearts of all the men present.
Amid cheers, the magnificent magical carriage, which had been prepared in advance, arrived at the door under the guidance of [ Son of the Wind ] Fernando Torres. The handsome old prime minister George Best, dressed in a standard upper-class noble formal suit, walked over with a smile, kissed Sun Fei on the forehead, and then, as an elder, boarded the carriage with two radiant beauties.
Sun Fei, who harbored Prince complex, mounted a white horse. A magnificent procession led the way, and under the protection of the Saint, the procession headed towards Tiananmen Square, where the real wedding ceremony would take place.
Along the way, flowers fluttered in the air, and crowds cheered.
It took twice as long as usual for the procession to finally arrive at Tiananmen Square, surrounded by crowds.
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