Army of the Damned

VOLUME 16 Chapter 9

As the magnificent golden Blimp of the Elven Prince enters the airspace of the city, it deploys two smaller cruisers as Winged Knights jump from the doors and fly with the helicopters circling the flying machines.

The aircraft was magnanimous in its appearance, a flying cathedral dedicated to the Elven Lineage whose bloodline traces back to the very ancient Angels sent down to protect Threa. It spared no inch from all its glamor and ornate display, the blimp itself outshining even the skyscrapers whose all four sides were glass.

Many of the onlookers below had to put on glasses just to look at the Royal airship as it halts right on top of the commercial district, deploying many of the Elite winged Elven warriors as they circled above the streets like eagles in flight.

Down on the ground level, they had to walk around to the South Side where the main gate was and there, a massive parade was set up. With the Secretary of State present, the Men of the Woods Honor Guard alongside a Representative of the United Nations Council of Guilds were at the side of the red carpet, standing still as on the stage were the current Heroes.

Press swarmed the entire area, they were even in the roofs and inside the buildings as cameras rolled at the entrance and many were doing live shows at the very moment.

Standing on a statue at its own balcony on the second floor of 8-Gon's main entrance is the image of an extremely well built man, under his back is the weight of a planet with great but valiant distress on his face as his muscles were in full flex in maintaining his slouched position, from not getting crushed by the huge globe.

The Grand Prince with his companions, the Sword Saint and her own group alongside King Augustus of the Dragon Kingdom, and Gunther of Schon. The entire band was there and Jackson kept to the sidelines, residing on the corner with the three girls standing by his side.

A light then sparked below the shiny blimp, the beam then became so strong that it became unbearable to look. Jackson just stared as if he was embracing the light of nuclear fire as multiple steps were heard down below the main street. Soldiers with their heads down and in riot gear quickly rushed to contain the sidewalks, preventing the players from mobbing the guests.

Setting down on the main street was the Imperial Prince of the Elven Empire, in his lavish armor whose design takes from the many birds of Geraldia. Though Jackson is shocked that it's not anything bulky or heavy like what the Grand Prince has, but instead its light plate armor that could even be used for recon yet it'd be too shiny for such tasks. It's so beautiful that even from the doors of the 8-Gon, the General could properly make out his armor.

With his magnificent long golden hair that goes below his waist and those piercing orange eyes that stood out even with all of the glamor and the pale skin of the Elf made him seem more ethereal than anything that'd walk amongst mortal men. The players watching couldn't even utter a word at his beauty, the Elf's presence was more than adequate to cure even blindness from how bright he was.

Behind him is the Pope of the Holy See with his Inquisitor Knight Guards and a Cardinal who is met with a familiar Archbishop. Walking side by side as they approached the gates of the 8-Gon. The Grand Prince waved at the Imperial Prince who just tilted his head at the expression as the sound of helicopters took his attention away as representatives of the UN went and bowed to the Elf. "We are pleased to have the honor of your visit in our Capital."

Though he greeted the players with a smile, the two suited men from the Guild Government quickly got up and gestured for the 8-Gon and the empyrean began walking through the main street. Flanked by all available soldiers that could be sent, the road was well polished alongside the sidewalks as flags of the UN waved proudly at every corner.