A rare magical miracle in the world - Chapter 194

Chapter 194: Chapter 129: Mini Parade (Seeking Recommendation Tickets) _2

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“Please, Your Majesty, ascend!”

The Tidal Retinue, led by Lyon and Sheila, totaled 25 individuals, nearly all from the Treant Race.

The carriage and throne were several times more magnificent than before, nearly exhausting all the precious treasures currently available in the Avalon World.

Although the People of Yatun felt this was still not enough to reflect Bailuo’s noble status, they truly did their best.

“To the city outskirts.”

“Yes!”

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Lyon and Sheila rose from their half-kneel, exchanged a glance, and then, with a stamp of their Tidal Combat Boots, simultaneously unbuckled the pale blue reins from their waists.

“Hiss~~~”

Blue waves churned, then swiftly condensed into 25 steeds made of water beside the Tidal Retinue.

“Mount up!”

At the command, all 25 Tidal Attendants almost simultaneously mounted: “Depart.”

“This!!”

On the other side, Ina and Hailbo watched in astonishment as silver-white warriors descended from the sky.

They were clad in feather-like capes, silken silver cloth, and each had a long sword at their waist.

“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!”

As they turned, the capes transformed into cloaks and then into a pair of wings, and they took to the air.

“Tap, tap, tap.”

Behind the inner city, Lores’ Shield Guards, each holding a shield as tall as themselves and wielding a One-Handed Hammer, marched in step, positioning themselves among the Tidal Retinue, surrounding and protecting Bailuo’s procession.

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“Hu~~”

“Hoorah!”

Flags unfurled in the wind, with Abadun at the forefront of the Shining Light Infantry, carrying a large banner.

Emblazoned on the flag, the emblem of Avalon gleamed faintly.

“It’s so hot!”

Outside the city, Hailbo suddenly felt an intense wave of heat rushing towards him.

He looked up and saw a group of majestic warriors in bright red armor, helmets shaped like dragon heads, standing in front of the outer city under Nors’ lead, respectfully waiting for Bailuo’s carriage to arrive.

“Glala~~”

Behind them, the forest trembled as ‘War Ancient Trees’, even more massive than the Treefolk, converged with earth-shattering steps.

Nearly 20 meters tall and wearing armors made of stone, War Ancient Trees belonged to the treant creations of the Tree Elf race, possessing a one-time Miracle Power, but their reserves were exceptionally vast.

They could crush their enemies with their immense Monstrous Strength or wield tree-based magic to strangle their foes.

They were, in essence, the war machines of the Treant Race.

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Resting on their shoulders, Forbidden Forest Archers in moonlight-infused armor, all female, including Jiera and other Tree Elf Girls.

“Chirp!”

Strange large eagles landed, creatures known as Griffons, with exceptionally ferocious combat power, not at all inferior to those at the Extraordinary Level.

Unfortunately, they lacked self-awareness, simply spirits accompanying the Dawn Guards’ shields as they flew out.

“Is everyone here?”

Diana looked at Gonnia floating beside her, “Shall we depart?”

“Depart!”

Gonnia and the other Astrologists used their Mana to float in the air, surrounded by shimmering constellations that soared around them, making these ‘big sisters’ exude a sense of mystery.

The carriage wasn’t fast, and en route to Avalon, at every place they passed, new residents of Yatun would join the procession.

Soon, an enormous group majestically traversed the Forest of Treants, arriving at the lakeside where the Tree of Life stood.

“This…”

Aside from the Fairies, only these three People of Yatun had not accepted the Power of Avalon.

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It was like being amid a group of high-level characters in full equipment, with three newbies in starter gear.

“Now you know what the Immortal Realm is, right?”

Billy didn’t consider Hailbo and the others outsiders. The Fairy Power was more plentiful in their bodies, clearly a benefit of their strong sense of belonging to Yatun.

In this life, as long as Bailuo didn’t abandon them, they would never betray Yatun.

Anything detrimental to Yatun’s interests, as long as they knew of it, they would never do.

“This is just too, too…”

Hailbo’s breathing became rapid, as before him stood the golden gate and the world it reflected behind it.

The mysterious Star Realm with its iridescent lights, a colorful Elf flower sea, the Sacred Lake with pale blue ripples, and the Sacred Beast Forest standing tall with countless statues…

Especially as he walked through the gates of Avalon, entering this Utopia far from the mundane world, Hailbo cried tears of joy: ‘Mother, I’ve found the Immortal Realm!’

“This place, so beautiful.”

The Silly Tiger wasn’t much shocked, as he saw Yatun as his world and naturally didn’t react much otherwise.

“Such immense power.”

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Compared to Hailbo, Ina could sense the impact of the Avalon World more clearly, that tumultuous Miracle Power.

“!!!!”

The next moment, they laid eyes on Avalon Castle.

Then, there was no ‘then’.

What followed, for the most part, they spent in a state of daze.

There was no helping it; the impact of Avalon Castle on them was simply too overwhelming, completely overturning their definitions and understanding of luxury and grandeur.

Beyond imagination, incredulous!

“Ina, take a seat here.”

“Hailbo, go there.”

“Tagger?”

Billy suddenly realized the Silly Tiger had disappeared and looked around.

“Tagger?!”

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In just a blink of an eye, the Silly Tiger had already found a table and sat down.

On that table were stacked buns and dumplings, no wonder the Silly Tiger was attracted there.

The old gentlemen had chosen to hold the wedding ceremony in the great hall of Avalon Castle. Near the throne, many tables were set up, laden with fruits and delicious appetizers.

A wedding combining Eastern and Western traditions was done in the way that was most convenient, being a family banquet without much fuss over formality.

“Um, Miss Fiona, Miss Elsa.”