At this time, high-ranking figures from delegations of various empires and forces both inside and Zenit Empire had already taken their seats in the designated area. The huge square was filled with important figures who were rarely seen on ordinary days.
The entire plaza was divided into four main areas. The central area to the north was the platform where the wedding would take place, and where the Saint, students, officials, and other members of the Chambord City would be seated. The other three areas to the east, west, and south were the seating areas for various imperial delegations, mercenary groups, independent powerful individuals, merchant guilds, officials of the Zenit Empire, and powerful individuals from various vassal states.
The Urban Management soldiers in bright armor and the college student representatives from the Chambord City Civil and Martial School constantly moved among the seats in the crowd, temporarily acting as waiters.
Meanwhile, the citizens of Chambord City could only stand and watch from the perimeter of the square.
The people of Chambord had no complaints about this.
They supported every decision His Majesty the King made, and everyone qualified to appear in the square was of extraordinary status and power; according to the strict hierarchical order of the Azeroth Continent, this arrangement was indeed appropriate.
All four sides of the square were guarded by fierce Urban Management and Saint in full armor, who patrolled back and forth to maintain order.
As the wedding procession arrived, amidst the resounding bugle calls, the surrounding crowd respectfully parted to make way, as if the tide were receding. The entire population of Chambord knelt on the ground, prostrating themselves in the utmost humility and devotion to welcome their king and queen, their cheers soaring to the heavens.
Almost all the distinguished guests in the square stood up to greet their host.
In the VIP seating area, only a few people were eating meat and drinking wine, watching the scene before them with cold smiles. The leader of the [ Wind-Racing Horse ] mercenary group, [ War Pirate ] Meierbeili and his group were the most typical representatives. Their eyes were filled with murderous intent and hatred, which they did not hide, making the festive atmosphere around them turn cold.
Some of the more elegantly dressed, aristocratic-looking men stared intently at the two stunningly beautiful princesses, their mouths watering.
Amidst thunderous applause, Sun Fei approached the magic carriage. With the utmost gentlemanly courtesy, he bowed and extended his hands, inviting the two princesses to alight. Then, holding Angela and Elena's hands, one on each side, and under the blessing of his father-in-law Best and the watchful eyes of thousands, they walked step by step along the red carpet that had been laid out beforehand towards the high platform in the north of the square.
As the King and his two queens walked, bursts of magical flames shot into the sky, instantly transforming into a dazzling display of colors and patterns, beautiful and breathtaking, illuminating the entire night sky.
Graceful dancers, dressed in magnificent attire, followed behind, performing traditional celebratory dances from Chambord City.
All eyes were fixed on Sun Fei and the two beautiful women beside him.
Under the azure sky and in the pitch-black night, countless magical flames soared into the heavens, creating a night so dazzling it resembled an unbelievable God Realm.
Even the princes and ministers from various empires were stunned by the work of the Chambord people. Such magical and magnificent scenes were difficult to achieve even at the weddings of the royal families of many super empires. The vibrant colors and intense atmosphere gave people the illusion of being in a beautiful and magical realm, which was intoxicating, captivating, and even maddening!
Amidst the watchful eyes of the crowd, Sun Fei and the two princesses finally arrived before the high platform.
This is a grand celebration platform carved from a single piece of white boulder, nine stories high with each level half a meter high and a total of thirty-six steps. On every inch of the steps, the finest stonemasons in Chambord City have carved various exquisite scenes of flowers, warriors, magical beasts, dragons, goddesses, and deities. Four God of War statues, each about six meters tall, stand in a conjoined formation, guarding the platform. Illuminated by the fireworks blooming in the sky, the magnificent silver-white platform is simply a breathtaking work of art.
Smiling, Sun Fei glanced at the stunning beauties on either side of him, then stepped onto the first step.
From the crowd at the edge of the square, cheers erupted once again, as loud as a tsunami.
According to the ancient traditions of Chambord City and the Zenit Empire, as long as they climb these nine levels and thirty-six steps hand in hand, they will have completed the most sacred wedding under the watchful eyes and blessings of countless gods, and everything will be perfect.
But at this very moment—
"Wait a minute, I have something to say!"
A thunderous shout resounded throughout the venue, amplified by powerful Dou Qi, suppressing the cheers of thousands of people in Chambord and blatantly disrupting the ongoing wedding ceremony.
Everyone was immediately shocked.
"Damn it, who is it? Don't they want to live?"
"Damn it, where did this bastard come from, causing trouble at a time like this?"
"Chop this piece of trash up! Who dares to step forward and disrupt my king's grand wedding celebration?"
In the northern seating area, the people from Chambord City jumped up in shock and anger, looking in the direction of the sound. They were almost ready to draw their swords and fight to the death. To interrupt the wedding so rudely while climbing the nine-story, thirty-six-step platform was absolutely unforgivable.
A chorus of curses erupted from the surrounding crowd of Chambord residents.
Immediately, public sentiment was agitated.
Everyone turned to look in the direction of the voice, wanting to know who was so rude as to dare to defy the world and stand up to provoke the King of Chambord at this time. Did they want to die?
Countless astonished gazes turned towards the speaker, but upon seeing the figure, they all instantly paled in horror.
[ War Pirate ] Meierbeili.
The speaker was none other than Meierbeili, the veteran master known as the " War Pirate," and the leader of the largest mercenary group Zongheng a million miles. This old monster had already reached the Peak Moon Class many years ago, single-handedly supporting the " Wind-Racing Horse " mercenary group. They were virtually invincible within a million miles. He was known for his eccentric and domineering personality, and even the royal families of the major empires were wary and troubled by him. Although the " Wind-Racing Horse " had not received an imperial title, Meierbeili was truly the uncrowned king of the mercenary world.
The fact that such a person chose to speak out at this time represents a transcendent force.
It's also an attitude.
If the [ Wind-Racing Horse ] mercenary group chooses to stand against King of Chambord, then tonight's events are truly going to be interesting.
"Hahahaha, Alexander, I have something to ask you, and you'd better answer honestly. Duze, it seems your ridiculous wedding ceremony tonight is going to be in jeopardy." Meierbeili, aggressively approaching, led five or six experts from [ Wind-Racing Horse ] out of the seating area and into the center of the square, looking at Sun Fei with a cold smile.
Clang clang clang clang!!!!!!
In that instant, hundreds of warriors from Chambord City drew their longswords, clad in heavy armor, and stood firm, their eyes bright and their bearing exceptionally fierce, blocking the path between His King and Meierbeili and his entourage.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
The jubilant crowd looked stunned. The dance had stopped, and the magical fireworks in the sky were still blooming brilliantly, but everyone's mood had been instantly turned upside down. In the VIP seating area, some were surprised, some were angry, and some were gloating; all sorts of expressions were on display.
Everyone wanted to know how King of Chambord would handle this crisis.
Second update.