ABO Cadets Volume 2 Chapter 60

Chapter 060, Celebration

Cosmic Calendar March 9, 799, the people of the Lacey Empire finally welcome the major holiday of the 600th Anniversary Celebration.

Starting from 8:00 in the morning, the grand celebration ceremony was simultaneously broadcasted on Internet platforms and TV channels of all human-inhabited planets within the entire imperial regime.

The process of the celebration was very complicated. The royal family's memorial ceremonies take place in the early morning, the military parade in the morning, and the celebration of the people is in the afternoon. One thing after another, the atmosphere of the entire capital star was unusually lively whether it was the original residents of the capital star or tourists rushing over from other galaxies to visit the ceremony, the people's faces are full of excited smiles.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the royal family's memorial ceremony begins on time.

His Majesty's Trent's Royal Guards unhurriedly pa.s.sed through the suspension car traffic lane. Today he wore the gorgeous and complex royal ceremony robe, mostly based with black and additional platinum-gold colored inlay on the trim. The tailored ceremonial robes comparatively made the tall man all the more imposing.

The process of the memorial ceremony was very long and tedious, His Majesty, Trent's face from beginning to end was nevertheless undisturbed. Step by step according to the etiquette, the music composition played by the Royal Band resounded through the clouds. When the memorial ceremony was about the end, a total of six hundred gun salutes fired off into the sky at the same time. The sharp blasting sounds fall incessantly on the ear and the dark blue sky that had looked as if it were washed clear suddenly exploded into a ball after ball of floral patterns of differing colors. The whole sky seemed to be covered by fresh flowers in a split-second!

The carousing crowd suddenly burst into an enthusiastic round of applause!

His Majesty's called out King Lion, and the dazzling platinum-gold wings unfolded from its male lion form. Under the escort of the Royal Guard, they flew directly to the large-scale viewing platform set up beforehand in the sky.

This was soon followed by the military parade and six top-notch S-Cla.s.s mechs of varying colors orderly flew over from a small distance away!

The enormous purely black dragon rose up in the air, its golden eyes flashing, wherever it went spurring on a fit of ice-cold whirlwinds. Its master was the undefeated G.o.d of the Empire, the head of the Glory Legion— Marshal Rosen Bessemer.

The dark green Razer, the scales covering its whole body looked just like daggers, its green eyes coldly stared right into people, frightening people off their feet. In the c.o.c.kpit is the head of the Hydra Legion— General Drew Bayh.

Silvery-white Silver Snow, like a bird made completely out of ice and frost, has the same free and easy movements as its master as it dances in the breeze. It represents for the head of the Rose Legion— General Udir Sharman.

The orange-yellow colored Shooting Star, like one of the brightest stars in the sky, crosses over like a spray of dazzling starlight. It was the head of the Star Legion— General Byron Warwick's personal mech.

The purple Comet, the fuselage made a beautiful wave shape. When it flew across the sky, it was like a beautiful purple cloud floating overhead. This is the head of the Thunder Legion—Belonging to General Auguste Orlando.

The cyan Phantom is like a shadow lurking in the dark. The mech has the strongest invisible function, it appears and disappears intermittently in front of everyone. In almost a blink of an eye, it comes to the viewing platform. The one piloting it— Admiral Ivan Stork, the head of the Phantom Legion.

King Lion, Black Dragon, Razer, Silver Snow, Flying Star, Comet, Phantom, these seven S-Cla.s.s mechs are dispatched all at once, making the cheers on the scene deafening. The celebration is only held once every century, the heads of the six legions and His Majesty will pilot their mechs all at the same time. This grand occasion has been rarely seen for the past hundred years, and it is no wonder that so many people from distant galaxies had spent a lot of money to come to the capital and see the ceremony.

Lin Yuan and the others who won the championship of the Mech Contest got the tickets for the viewing area free of charge, it was also the best seating location.

Standing with his cla.s.smates in the people's viewing area, Lin Yuan looked on without blinking as one S-Cla.s.s mech after another flew in front of his eyes, only until after the six mechs completely pa.s.sed through did Lin Yuan finally reach a conclusion: "Black Dragon is still the coolest."

Amongst the mechs of various colors, the enormous black dragon indeed attracts the eye. When it flies in the air it has an inordinately grandeur manner, plus his own father is sitting inside, Lin Yuan naturally thinks Black Dragon is the coolest.

Caesar saw the excitement on his face and couldn't help but give a slight smile, gently throwing an arm onto his shoulder, he moved in closer towards his ear and whispered: "Indeed, the Marshal's mech is certainly the coolest." Even if his Father's mech is also pretty good, nevertheless in front of Lin Yuan, Caesar still decided to praise the Marshal more.

Sure enough, Lin Yuan was super pleased with these words and turned back to Caesar to show a smiling expression of "you are truly sensible".

At this moment, the s.p.a.ce b.u.t.ton on Caesar's wrist has begun shaking nonstop in dissatisfaction.

At the same time, the sound of White Feather's excited voice rung in his head: "Master, Master, I know that you only said that Black Dragon is the coolest just to please Lin Xiao Yuan. But really, in your heart, your very own mech, White Feather, is the coolest, right? If I enter the scene, I can definitely seckill all of the mechs, right?"

(TN: Chinese gaming term, usually referring to one who can kill their opponents in seconds!)

Caesar: "......"

If you enter the scene, you will definitely be seckilled by all of the mechs combined— too much talk!

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At the same time, within the St. Romia Military Academy dormitory.

Brian and Snow are sitting on the couch watching the live broadcast of the celebration.

The mechs flew over the viewing area one after another, the host also introduced the glorious histories of each mech and its master in high spirits. Brian watched the TV while also desh.e.l.ling peanuts for Snow. After taking the sh.e.l.l off, he put it on a plate for Snow to be able to directly take it and eat it.

Brian completely inherited his father's "man who loves his wife" style, his own Omega must be looked after very well. It's just a trivial matter to desh.e.l.l for him. In the future together...... Snow won't have any need to do little things like bathing and such, Brian is happy to wash him personally.

Snow really likes to eat peanuts. Brian puts the sh.e.l.ls onto the plate and then he takes it to directly to eat it.

Although the two did not speak, the atmosphere is actually extraordinarily warm.

At this moment, two S-Cla.s.s mechs suddenly appeared on the TV, the scenes of the mechs were simultaneously played through a split-screen program. One of which was naturally incomparably familiar to Brian's eyes, it was his father's dark green Razer.