"It's so hot, don't squeeze!"
Crowded in the middle by the crowd, Rozim and others had to move. When he looked up, he saw countless huge building profiles in the distance, many aircraft and cleaners carrying them were dealing with the dirt, rust and paint that fell off the outer layer of the building over the years.
All this had a huge blow to his senses. For a moment, he felt like a five-year-old child, lost in the tall crowd, and even if he stomped his feet, no one lowered his head and heard his tiny cry.
"Wow, this place is so big."
This victory parade attracted many people. Terra has not had such a ritual of this scale for many years. In many people's memory, it is a story often told by grandparents. Therefore, many people have to buy a ticket to come here even if they spend a lot of money.
But with a large number of people, the official restricted the flow of people here. It was because of her special identity that Scina got her last train ticket to the City of Prayer.
They had been delayed for a day, and she almost thought she could not catch up.
The station became very crowded, and people trekked from all directions, from the platform to the diversion area, and then from the diversion area to the sidewalk.
The grand staircase leads to the main road, its once brilliant paving stones cracked by sinking, one-third of the perfect oval dome is hidden by rusty beams supporting the ceiling, the stairs outside the station are interlaced with corrugated calcifications leaching from concrete, and there are many statues on the roadside, but they look like semi-melt wax figures.
At this time, the City of Prayer had implemented complete traffic control. The Ministry of Justice dispatched all the police forces they could mobilize to maintain order on the streets. Only the occasional cars made waves in the crowd, and people pulled aside, and then they merged after the cars drove - those who could drive at this time mean that their identity was naturally extraordinary.
Of course, another group of people is indispensable in such occasions.
"The God Emperor is watching us! This great victory is the manifestation of the glory of the throne!"
A priest from the Apostle priest standing on a mobile pulpit at the intersection of the intersection, surrounded by a group of church waiters holding sticks, his sermons played at an unbearable volume from the speakers mounted on the side of the pulpit.
"Please do not crowd, to prevent group trampling, trampling accidents..."
"The observation decks are full, please do not go there again..."
"The Cathedral of the Emperor Savior is full, please do not continue to go..."
Hearing the sound, Rozim looked up and saw airships flying slowly along the walls of the tall building, playing various notices.
Suddenly, the crowd was a little turbulent, and then Rozim saw a group of people holding torches, wearing metal-covered helmets, and wearing priest robes walking by. When they passed by, many people waved the paper or cloth strips in their hands.
"This is a confessor."
Ssina whispered to Rozim the identities of these state church marchers.
In a sense, they are also "tax servants" of the state religion because any resident will owe the emperor unconscious debts due to improper lifestyle, so the state religion can easily build a theory - they are sinners and must be compensated in some way, especially in the city of Prayer, a place full of rich and rich life.
The existence of the confessors is to enable people to symbolically burn their sins to redeem their faults and violations of the doctrine of the state.
Confessors will build huge bonfires in front of cathedrals and shrines, and those who need to confess gather together, holding on to the sin written on paper, those brave enough can come up and let the presidency clergy or priest read aloud and decide whether to give forgiveness.
If forgiveness is received, sin is thrown into the fire, and that person will be given permission to blessing and leave.
However, if the sin is too great to be “repaired” with such a simple “repair”, then the man has a choice: they can donate the throne coins (decided by the clergy) in the throne to the state religion, or jump into the fire by themselves.
"So much confession for such a social death? Terra people are really good at playing."
"Speak quietly! Be careful to be caught and forcefully confess when you are heard!"
Ssina glared at Rozim.
"Go away, I've booked a place in advance."
The three followed Scinna along the crowd. After walking for half an hour, they arrived in front of a towering hotel building. The place was also crowded, but not as many as outside. After taking out the appointment certificate and passing the security, the four of them took the elevator and went up. Only then did Rozim be surprised to find that the hotel had a total of 360 floors!
In the end, the elevator stayed at the 298th floor.
"Above 300 floors, they are all packaged by very prominent people or families. This is the best height and location I can buy. The Palm Hotel is just in the middle of the parade route. The location is very suitable. You can basically see it with the help of instruments."
On the walkway covered with red carpets, the servants looked against the wall. After Scina handed over the room card, two of them led the way and the other pushed the dining cart. After turning a few turns, the four of them came to a huge mahogany door. When the door was pushed open, the magnificent hall and the oversized viewing balcony appeared in the sight of the four.
"The booked meals and drinks are here. If you have any questions, please click this bell. I wish you all a happy time."
Soon, the servant left the room. Duoge immediately picked up a bottle of cocktail from the dining cart, opened the bottle cap that needed tools to open with his bare hands, and then took a sip.
"Yeah, that's OK."
Isven picked up a plate lid and immediately picked up the exquisite desserts and feasted.
At this time, Rozim and Ssina had already walked to the huge semicircular observation deck. The railings here were metallic and wrapped with marble carved into flower-like styles. The craftsmanship was very exquisite, and there were even artificial flower beds and observation equipment set on the railings.
At first glance, the wide and straight road to heroes is almost suspended on the spires of various buildings. Only those buildings with a height of more than 300 meters have the opportunity to see its true appearance.
This avenue is only visually more than a hundred meters wide. There are various mottled statues on both sides of the avenue, mostly wearing power armor. It is said that they were carved from the images of various soldiers after the Battle of Terra. This road extends all the way to the distant end of sight. The towering Lion Gate Airport in the distance is like a giant spire standing upright. The tower body continues to extend various "silk lines", forming hundreds of tracks and highways.
According to official publicity, the team of the Astral Knights will walk out of the Lion Gate Airport and follow this avenue to the Gate of Eternity.
Dongdongdongdongdong-
Suddenly, a heavy bell echoed in the sky, and Rozim looked at the sky, and a trace of gold penetrated the thin clouds.
It's six o'clock and it's dawn.
Chapter completed!