The last day of the holy year 1578.
Nine o'clock at night.
The Holy Empire City, located in the capital of the Aodelan Empire, is now brightly lit, with servants busily decorating the palace, which has been painted pure white.
Behind that pure white palace stands another newly built pure white palace, the Pale Holy See, situated alongside the palace.
Today is the coronation of the Pale God, who is called the Pale Pope, God of the Garden of Eden, the Only Deity, King of the Gods!
However, Norton only holds the papacy of the Pale Holy See, while the nominal ruler of the Southern Continent is Queen Maria, who will soon be crowned by the Pale God himself.
Today is their joint coronation ceremony, and the entire venue is decorated with exquisite, luxurious, and classical splendor.
The prominent nobles of the Southern Continent were about to be transported to the Northern Continent, so no one of the most distinguished individuals was invited to the coronation ceremony.
Of course, the most noble person in the entire Garden of Eden was the Pale God Norton.
Although no dignitaries attended, reporters from major newspapers were all "invited" to write articles about the coronation ceremony for broadcast throughout the Southern Continent.
This is Norton's second coronation ceremony after a thousand years.
The last time he was crowned, he was the Blood Clan Progenitor; this time, he has become Pale God.
His Existence Level is improving, and his reputation is soaring.
At this moment, the Pale Holy See was brightly lit. The reporters from various newspapers who had been 'invited' to the event gathered together in fear, each with their heads bowed, not daring to look up at the Pale God sitting on the silver throne in front of them. They only dared to pretend to write, thus deceiving themselves and avoiding the terrifying gaze of the Pale God.
Norton wore a magnificent silver-white crown and a pure white papal robe, his white hair flowing around the Holy See like a white waterfall scattering flowers.
Abraham and Elizabeth, dressed in different archbishop's uniforms, stood respectfully on either side. Ten cardinals, randomly selected to be in charge of the ceremony, sat trembling slightly at the very front below the throne, seemingly respectful but actually fearful as they looked at the Pale God on the Holy Throne. The entire hall was already set in solemnity.
"It has been 1,500 years since the age of mythology."
The major empires of the Southern Continent, however, remain stubbornly arrogant and complacent, and have made no significant progress to date.
Internally, they oppress and exploit, and betray their promises; they are not wise rulers!
Therefore, I Pale God, in his pale light, descended from the Holy See to relieve the suffering of the world.
From this day forward, I establish the Pale Church and am crowned Pope. All living beings of the Southern Continent shall submit to my rule and obey my will!
I am God, and I must guide the people of the Southern Continent forward, and promote change in this era!
Norton's voice was melodious and pleasant, like celestial music.
However, his aura was too overwhelming, and he was extremely mysterious.
Those present were not particularly knowledgeable, and some even harbored a fear of this Pale God.
So when he finished speaking, no one immediately responded, which led to a somewhat cold reception from the audience.
At this terrifying moment, Abraham jumped up on the spot, then, like a clown, danced and cheered as he knelt before Norton, shouting in praise, "Your Majesty's will is so noble that it has moved even these ignorant commoners to the point of being unable to express their gratitude. It is truly magnificent!"
With Abraham's shouts, the group of stunned reporters and the cardinals below, who had been hailed as having supreme power but hadn't yet realized what was happening, finally came to their senses.
Fear mixed with cold sweat, and the constant panic of being watched by His Majesty, made them cry out instantly.
"His Majesty Norton will surely lead humanity through an era of revolutionary change!"
"I am a devout follower of Your Majesty, sob sob sob... Your Majesty's glory will never be forgotten in my lifetime!"
"Loyalty! Loyalty!"
Those present, jolted awake by Abraham's call, shouted out in unison, some even bursting into tears, overwhelmed with emotion and putting on a convincing act.
Seeing their jubilant expressions, the Pale God Norton, seated on his throne, finally managed a slight smile.
This brought a sudden sense of relief to Abraham.
This is so difficult! It's so hard for him to Yabolahan!
However, this ceremony was only the beginning, as Princess Maria's coronation ceremony was to follow.
As the cheers of the crowd gradually subsided, Abraham quickly rose from the ground and, assuming the duties of a cardinal, proclaimed, "Princess Maria is here!"
As Abraham cried out, the shouts echoed far and wide, reaching Princess Maria's carriage, which was waiting at the gates of the royal city.
The prestigious carriage, which had been waiting outside the imperial city, began to move slowly, flanked by knights. Little Maria, dressed in a queen's robe and exuding elegance, rode in the exposed carriage, amidst the cheers and gazes of the surrounding crowd, slowly heading towards the Holy See Palace.
This coronation ceremony deserves the blessings and praise of the people.
During this time, Abraham also served as the classic narrator for such occasions, recounting the glorious deeds and good character of little Maria to the Pale God, His Holiness the Pope.
Princess Maria was intelligent, kind, and compassionate. She was born with the values of kindness, integrity, and courage, which corresponded to the credibility, responsibility, and power that an emperor should possess.
His faith was unwavering, his mind sincere; he possessed from birth the steadfast ideals of the Church, and his entire life was dedicated to practicing the faith of my Pale Church ...
At the tender age of twelve, Maria was bestowed with a host of titles that did not belong to her, and was shamelessly chosen as the Queen of the Southern Continent.
This coronation ceremony perfectly demonstrated what true power of a fist is.
Whether it's black or white, whatever Norton says is true.
Such a scene was truly disheartening for the entire population of the imperial city.
But being disheartened is useless.
As the carriage slowly made its way to the Holy See Palace, little Princess Maria, dressed in a brocade dress, was led alight by a servant. Then, with the grace of a lady, she walked slowly into the Holy See from the Holy See, waving to the crowds on both sides.
Looking at that small figure, a genuine smile finally appeared on Norton's face.
He sat upright on the throne, stretched out his pale, slender arm, took the crown handed to him by Elizabeth, and gently placed it on Maria's head.
He then placed a scepter made of gold and jewels into her small hand.
"The jewel symbolizes the Pale God's blessing upon the world. It also represents the Queen's responsibility to 'defend the faith.' Thus, the ceremony is complete!"
Queen Maria was the first queen of the Holy Empire...
With Abraham's energetic singing, this coronation farce finally came to an end.