The powerful and long sound of trumpets echoed through the place.
The surroundings were in silence and stillness.
Countless gazes shifted towards the vast procession.
All of them were curious, anticipating it and looking forward to it!
The cold wind howled.
It snowed heavily.
At this moment, the white snowy plains seemed to be a little less cold.
As night fell, the bright lights lit up there like daylight.
“Fire the cannons!”
On the Royal Palace Plaza, the one hundred and eight cannons that lined up to the left and right were fired at the same time with a loud shout.
Boom, boom, boom …
The sound of the cannons was deafening.
At the same time, the atmosphere in the whole Royal Palace Plaza was brought to its higher level.
All the civilians who were eagerly awaiting became even more tense as the sound echoed.
The one hundred and eight cannons were the highest ritual of The Hun!
It was the highest honour!
Surely it was worthy of this supreme glory, as compared to the Eighth Statue of the Huns!
As the cannons were fired, the sound of trumpets once again echoed through the place.
But the tune had changed and became more passionate and inspiring.
This was the national anthem of The Hun, which symbolized the courage and success.
The traditional tune was originated from the most magnificent period of The Hun a thousand years ago and was engraved in everyone’s blood since it had been passed down to the present day.
Afterwards, thunderous roars rang out from the dark sky.
The warplanes swept across the sky and whistled.
The roars of the warplanes echoed above the sky.
A lot of noise was made.
However, at this moment, the huge crowds of people paid no attention.
Whether it was the cannons, the national anthem, or the warplanes that passed overhead, it didn’t matter to them.
It was because everyone was clear that the statue was worthy of such a glorious ritual of The Hun!
What they really cared about …was the real figure of the statue!
Just as the countless warplanes were flying across the sky towards the distance, the roar gradually diminished.
“Roar!”
A roar of fierce beast was loud, echoing through the place.
However, it caused the crowd around to tremble and shudder at the same time.
It was even more tremendous than the shock that had just occurred in Royal Palace Plaza!
Fierce beast?
How could a fierce beast appear at today’s event?
Soon people were in turmoil and panic.
But no one averted their gazes as they all heard the roar coming from the distant procession which came from the direction of the royal palace!
The distance gradually drew closer.
Suddenly.
Amidst the endless crowd, a shriek was heard.
“Oh my god! What beast is that? A lion? No, wrong, a lion can’t be that mighty!”
Boom!
This yell amidst the silent crowd, was as if pouring a ladle of water directly into a frying pan and it exploded instantly!
“A white lion? It’s huge, that’s king of the beasts!”
“My goodness! I, I think that white lion, is the Snow Lion! It’s the Snow Lion that the King had captured back then when he led the army himself!”
“What? My god! The Snow Lion is the king among the beasts! Wait …look, is there a man sitting on its back?”
…
Due to the distance, the largest Snow Lion was surely the first to be seen by the people.
Everyone had the clear view of Snow Lion, that’s why the crowd was in an uproar!
“Snort …”
Joseph frowned as he grimaced and let out a breath, “This isn’t the lion king anymore, it’s the king of the lion kings!”
“It’s so terrifying!”
Charley on the side also looked scandalized, “Fuck, these tribes outside the territory are really more tough than one another!”
With the vision of Undercover Guard, they were able to see the Snow Lion clearly.
Even from a distance, its huge body gave people an extremely strong sense of oppression!
As it stepped forwards, it was like a small mountain was moving and looked imposing.
Soon Joseph and Charley were similar to the people as they focused their attention on the figure that was on the back of Snow Lion.
Snow Lion was the king of the beasts!
Then what was that …which could ride on its back?
Because of it, countless gazes naturally focused on Jack Hughes who was riding on its back.
Everyone’s eyes sparkled.
They were excited and curious, but meanwhile, they were more amazed!
Amidst the blizzard, the mighty procession marched on at a steady pace.
This was an event and also a ritual. Even a single mistake wasn’t allowed at all.
The sound of national anthem, trumpets, cannons and warplanes were heard alternatively.
At the same time, the atmosphere on the spot was brought to a climax.
Finally.
As the procession approached, it became clearer.
Finally, they could also see the figure on the Snow Lion.
Boom!
There was an astonishing outcry and it was deafening.
“How could it be? Why is this happening? Wolf, why the person on its back is a territorial man?”
“Crazy! Crazy! What the hell is the King doing? Is he going to make the man to be the Eighth God of War for the Huns and build him a statue?”
“Impossible! It’s absolutely impossible! I must be seeing things! I must be seeing things!”
…
The clamour was overwhelming like a tidal wave.
In an instant, the silent crowd was in a chaos.
There was astonishment, resentment, disbelief …
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