Chapter 925 The place where the expedition was launched was crowded with people

"Long live Julius!!!"

"Long live the Marshal!!"

"Long live Julius!!!"

"..."

City of Triumph.

This is the place where thousands of Velant people put their spirits and beliefs into battle, and it is also the heart of a giant that occupies two-thirds of the world.

At this moment, this city covering an area of ​​hundreds of square kilometers is echoing the shouts of millions.

People stood on the street, holding torches in their hands, venting all their emotions in the chorus of shouts.

That's their leader's name.

It is also their belief!

In his name, they conquered countless worlds and conquered tens of millions of square kilometers of land.

And now, they just want him to wake up...

Glory Academy.

This is the tallest building in the entire Triumph City, and it is also the marshal's residence and the residence of the Imperial Guard.

Thousands of steps lift the arch, which is more than ten meters high, from the ground. Hundreds of years of wind and rain have left traces of time on the magnificent marble relief.

A century ago, in order to commemorate the completion of the triumphal city and their hard-won freedom, the Wilantes leveled a marble mountain and built this magnificent wonder.

This is not only their gift to Marshal Julius, but also a monument built to commemorate the opening of a great era.

At this moment, the burning sparks formed endless rivers at its feet, like the pulse of a giant.

Where the sparks and gazes converged, a tall man with piercing eyes was standing with his back straight and the bridge of his nose not high.

Yes.

He is not from Weiland, just like the man who disappeared a hundred years ago.

Although they are not from Weiland, the beautiful qualities they possess are also what the people of Weiland yearn for.

Such as bravery.

Such as loyalty.

For example, not afraid of power, etc.

It is precisely because of these similarities and differences that he, without the heavy historical baggage, can say what the people of Wilant are thinking but would never say out loud.

"...Since you don't want to say anything and don't know what to say, then just call his name!"

"All survivors who are suffering! All survivors who do not yield to authority! Let the gods in your hearts hear your pious cries! Let him open his eyes and see what is happening under his feet!"

"Let us also see who is afraid! Who is afraid! Who is trembling, and who doesn't want him to wake up the most!"

The battlefield atmosphere team clenched their fists and shouted deafeningly towards the bustling crowd.

Pairs of eyes full of enthusiasm looked at him, and the loud shouts were his response.

The entire Triumph City guard force was dispatched, including the city defense troops stationed in the city.

However, even if all of them were added together, they would not be able to surround the surging crowd.

Not just that.

Some guards and soldiers even joined the crowd.

They didn't do anything wrong, they just called Julius' name.

In the Legion, Julius means correct.

No Valeant person will question the loyalty he has spent his life practicing.

In other words, no matter how shameless a scum is, a villain who regards the marshal and loyalty as a tool for personal gain, he cannot give an order because of a Wilant man's heartfelt loyalty to marshal Julius.

Arrest this person.

loyalty!

That's not just something the people of Valeant regard as an honor.

It is also the source of their legitimacy!

When the singing is no longer singing, and the cheering is no longer cheering, this invincible sword of authority finally stabs back like a boomerang.

It was not just the faction represented by the Southern Legion that was speechless. The other three legions and even the civil service group were all helpless at this moment.

After all, none of them had the full confidence to say that they were absolutely innocent, and that they did not use the name of marshal to coerce the Velant people and distort their mission.

It is no exaggeration to say that the guy named "Pangolin" has offended almost every interest group he could offend...even the civil service group that sympathized with him and helped him.

Except for the people.

In other words, those ordinary people living in the Legion who have been ignored for a long time.

That was the only group he didn't offend.

Not only that, he stood firmly with them.

And they never abandoned him.

The Valantians can be suppressed, but they will never abandon their heroes.

Whether he is a Wilant or not.

And this is also the biggest difference between the Weiland people and the rat people, snake people, horse people, etc.

Standing on the edge of the crowd, Brockett had a cigarette butt in his mouth, and there were more falling at his feet.

"...I have been working as a guard for twenty years, and this is the first time I have seen so many people calling that adult's name at the same time."

Standing aside was his colleague, a centurion who had retired from the front line.

The wrinkles and scars on that old face with crisscrossed ravines can no longer be distinguished, and the years carved on it are like the annual rings of a tree.

But compared to Brockett, he was much more open-minded, and he just squinted his eyes and smiled.

"Marshal, I don't believe you haven't heard this sentence. Anyway, I talk about it every day."

Brockett glanced at him, then looked at the crowd not far away, and murmured in a low voice.

"I said at the same time."

and……

Can that kind of casual catchphrase be compared with the scene in front of me?

Not to mention there are so many people here.

Looking at the excited crowd, he gradually felt a heat in his back, and he suddenly had the intention to join this group of lunatics after his shift was over.

Maybe the marshal can really be called out by them?

This is not impossible.

Most people cannot live that long, but there are still a series of technologies in the world such as "cryo-sleep" and "DNA telomere repair".

Life, old age, illness and death are difficult for ordinary people to get rid of, but for that adult, there are many ways.

The more Brockett thought about it, the more excited he became.

However, at this moment, a group of soldiers with guns and ammunition came over.

His colleague poked him on the shoulder.

Brockett woke up with a start, and immediately looked at the group of armed soldiers and the captain standing in front of them.

The captain stared at him expressionlessly and scolded him in a cold voice.

"Step aside!"

I don't know where the courage came from to support his spine. Brockett did not retreat, but narrowed his eyes.

"Who are you?"

Holding the brim of his officer's hat, the man stared at him and raised the bridge of his nose slightly.

"Gladstone, captain of the 110,000th city defense force, who are you?"

"Brockett, Centurion of the Golden Griffin Street Law Enforcement Division of the Triumph City Guards," looking at Captain Gladstone with contempt in his eyes, Brockett raised his chin like him, "If I say

No?"

Upon hearing the rejection, Lord Gladstone was stunned for two seconds, and then stared at him fiercely.

"This is an order from the commander of Tyr's army! Do you want to rebel?"

Listening to that arrogant voice, Brockett was unmoved and even sneered.

"Commander of the Tire Army? Ha, I don't remember the person I swore allegiance to. If you want to lick his asshole, you don't have to take me with you. But if you want to disobey His Majesty the Marshal's will, then step over my corpse.
To be continued...