It was as if yesterday had reappeared, the deepest nightmare in the dream, the abyss she would rather die than come again.

And this moment is exactly in front of her.

Pain once crisscrossed the young princess's heart, and even after decades of calming, it was difficult to heal in the heart of the already old queen.

The endless gray field, with only one monotonous color, the air was cold and pungent, and the sky was full of gray snow, but when it fell on your hands, you found that it was all thin dust.

Boundless, gray dust fell from the sky and fell to the ground, covering a thick layer of ash that reached to the knees.

In the distance, there were some trees, also gray, and before they could get closer, they had turned into ashes, the monotonous only color, outlining the outline of the world, and the surrounding was empty, with neither sound nor life.

The Silver Queen walked forward distractedly, one foot deep and one shallow, like a puppet, as she trudged along the endless plains, her eyes hollow, knowing what she was going to see, but she couldn't stop herself.

There was an occasional rumbling sound above the thick, heavy clouds, and a blood-red electric light passed through the clouds and snaked along the clouds into the distance, lighting up the rolling mountains in the distance.

This is the only evidence of the passage of time in this world.

She walked for an unknown amount of time, and the world remained empty forever, until she saw the shadows of some tall hills, the corpses of some giant beasts, some like giants, some like dragons, covered with thick dust, motionless.

Some of them may still maintain the posture of their lives, as if they were experiencing a tragic disaster, freezing the last moment of their lives at the end of time, but they have long been silent.

A mountain range appeared in front of her.

It lay there quietly......

Like a giant dragon, it was made of cold metal. But the surface of the metal was transparent and glowing, covered with a grid of crystals.

She shuddered slightly.

But I still couldn't stop stroking my hand gently.

Cold to the touch, there was no organic matter on the surface, but the huge body responded with the twilight death breath and suffocating sadness, and the tears couldn't help but roll down, and she let out a whimper like a wounded beast.

The dragon's head rests flat on the ground. Quietly, his eyes were closed, two of the three pairs of horns were broken, and his wings hung down, covering the area within a radius of a hundred miles.

There are no voices or words to describe the scene of this moment, but the Silver Queen understood from the first moment that it was dead.

It is like a god who has stepped into the twilight, sleeping forever.

She was so sad that she felt like a sharp knife had been inserted into her heart. I couldn't help crying.

Sixty years ago, she cried here like a helpless child.

Because all the hopes of a qiē are lost.

The dragon's name is Bahamut.

It is the king of dragons, the white gold dragon god, a symbol of human courage and hope, and it has sheltered Vaynd for tens of thousands of years.

But it died—

Silent.

With tears and scars, the Silver Queen finally stopped her tears, and she bit her lower lip coldly. Bypassed the mountain of corpses, bypassed the dragon's massive head.

She silently walked along Bahamut's icy chin. Then a tragic and desperate end unfolded before her eyes without warning:

She shuddered, and couldn't help but watch this scene.

The deepest fear rose in her heart, and she gasped as she pressed against Bahamut's corpse.

It was a battlefield --

Hundreds of millions of corpses were scattered in between, huge crystal clusters, dying dragons. Valian human knights, griffin bones, giant insects, elves, dwarves. Each of them maintained the last posture of their lives, standing quietly on this battlefield.

Quietly, as cold as ever.

Then she saw Tiamat, the dragon of war, and Crystal and Alphes, and the blue, and the many gods.

They are all dead.

These great beings have died down with the whole world.

In the gray and lifeless air, the elements drifted wildly, like beams of escaping electricity, struggling above the wilderness, and the laws that bound them were long gone.

The foundation on which civilization and order are maintained has died.

She walked apatheously until a knight caught her eye.

In the center of the corpses of the four elemental kings, the knight stood proudly with spears in hand, and the cyan spear in her hand was like an emerald, lighting up the only bright color in this world.

But the gun was broken in half, and the knight's heartbeat was silent for a long time.

She also passed away.

The face that was still a little young and immature was full of serenity and determination, but it pierced the Silver Queen's heart deeply, just as she had fallen here in front of the knight sixty years ago.

She only has boundless sorrow in her heart, and no matter how much she struggles, she still can't change history in the end.

The world still slipped into the same trajectory as she had seen it sixty years ago.

She failed.

Too fragile to do anything about it.

She suddenly felt how ridiculous she was.

I thought I could see it clearly, but in the end I was still stupid.

It turns out that this is the sorrow of the mortal world, when the curtain falls, no one can break free, they are like puppets on the stage, their fate has never been in their own hands.

She silently looked ahead.

There was the end of the world, a lonely cliff standing in the void, lightning intertwining in the sea of chaos, the elements falling apart, the foundations of the world falling off and crumbling into billowing clouds.

A long whimpering roar came from the chaos, resounding far into the sky, and a giant beast swam in it, its back streaked across the void like a towering mountain range, and the silver queen watched in amazement as the terrible creature turned over its body, its giant fins almost sweeping the heavens and the earth.

It was the Leviathan, the first beast born in the midst of chaos.

"Lord Martha...... Why? The Silver Queen muttered suddenly.

"At the end of time, this is the inevitable end of our world, sorry, my people." A gentle voice stroked between her minds.

"But...... I've tried my best to change it, why ......"

"Because the price is too heavy for us, we put our hopes in the hands of the people of Black Iron. There's no right to do it again—"

"But I tried to correct that mistake!"

"If you can ......"

"No, I've failed," she shook her head in pain, "Lord Martha, I'm sorry that mortals have stolen your authority, but I can't give it back into your hands......"

"Mortals have stolen my authority. But you may be able to choose another path for our world. ”

"But I've failed......"

She froze suddenly.

A little trembling, he said, "Lord Martha? ”

"Mortals have stolen my authority, but you may be able to choose another path for our world."

The gentle voice repeated.

"Mortals have stolen my authority, but you may be able to choose another path for our world."

"Mortals have stolen my authority, but you may be able to choose another path for our world."

The Silver Queen seemed to have been struck by a bolt of lightning, her face quickly losing its blood, she trembled, and stepped back, and then she crashed into a soft human body.

She turned her head abruptly and saw Gwendoline, the dragon queen, appear in front of her.

"You haven't failed. My Majesty. The latter's voice was unusually gentle, overlapping with the former's voice.

Gwendoline looked at her condescendingly, with a slight smile.

The Silver Queen opened her mouth, and her silver eyes showed deep fear.

"Why?"

The latter stretched out his hands, gently cupped her face, and smiled at her gently: "How simple and kind you are, your heart is pure and immaculate, Your Highness the Princess. There is no one better suited to carry that will than you. ”

Gwendoline lowered her head and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

"Good night. My baby. ”

The Silver Queen's eyes were lost, and there was only endless remorse left in her heart.

Darkness spread in her vision—

"Majesty!"

"陛xià——!"

"What's wrong with you!"

The entire White Rose Garden boiled in an instant, and everyone discovered the anomaly of the Silver Queen at the first time, and the order among the nobles seemed to be chaotic in an instant, and everyone was rushing towards the center of the courtyard in a panic.

The Silver Queen fell on her back in the midst of everyone's gaze—

She looked at the sky in distraction. Blood poured out of her eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouth, and her eyes were hollow, revealing the sorrow of a dying man.

Until a person in the crowd slowly walked out. Come to the supreme of the Empire.

At that moment, everyone fell silent, and unfreely made way for this person.

"Majesty!"

The Silver Queen recognized the voice, which had been one of the most majestic voices in the court during her girlhood, and it was unmistakably reassuring.

More importantly, it holds her only memory of her and her father, Grantody the Great.

It was the empire of sixty years ago, glorious and warm.

The empire of that era had two voices, as if as long as the owners of these two voices still existed in the empire, then the kingdom would continue to be stable and strong.

Nedwin...... My lord. ”

At that moment, Her Majesty remembered a lot, and even recalled the past in the palace of St. Contipe, the memories of every time she studied under the supervision of her strict teachers, the history of the empire, the glory of the royal family, and the faith of the people, all engraved in her heart.

Her Majesty, the girlish queen, smiled slightly, but she was so weak that she could barely show such a look.

"I was wrong...... I'm sorry I failed to live up to my father's expectations. ”

Old Nedwin pursed his lips, unable to utter a word.

He witnessed the growth of this princess, and watched her become the pride of the empire, she was the best princess of the Cruz, the most glorious and proud princess in the eyes of countless people.

He watched her ascend to the throne again, watched the empire flourish under her rule, and suddenly looked back, the gentle and shrewd princess, as if she still existed in the memory of yesterday.

She sat by one of the arched windows of the Palazzo Saint-Contipe, and the afternoon sun fell silently on her lap through the dust that floated above and below.

Her eyes were bright and clear, listening carefully to the detailed and trivial history and knowledge.

"Teacher, I hope that the Four Temples will return to the glorious era. In the distant future, we're going to open up even more territory—"

"Perhaps the civil war between civilizations will be eliminated as a result, and I will always prove that what the four sages did in the first place was right-"

"One day, once we succeed, people won't be lost anymore."

Old Nedwin suddenly felt that there was one more person beside him, and turned around. Finding that it was the Great Holy Throne Vala, the old man's face was also stern, and he remembered that Her Royal Highness the Princess had also been a student of the other party.

The Silver Queen fell silent.

It's like feeling the preservation of Vala.

But she didn't speak.

I just listened carefully to the wind that belongs to this era.

For her, perhaps this is already the last time.

After a long time, she said in a weak voice:

“…… I have something to say to Count Toniger. ”

Old Nedwin and Vala turned at the same time, looking at Brando, in the White Rose Garden, who was calming Akane. Feeling the gaze of the two, he couldn't help frowning.

In his opinion, the Silver Queen was self-inflicted, and he was not willing to get into trouble at this time, but at this moment he read the pleading in the eyes of the two old men.

The old prime minister was fine, but Vala had helped him at a critical moment after all, and he couldn't refuse the other party's request.

He patted Akane lightly on the shoulder and came to the side of the queen.

When I saw this queen again. He was slightly surprised.

I didn't expect the Dragon Queen to act so decisively, and the once invincible Queen Xià was so weak that she could barely say a complete sentence at the moment. There was a lingering brilliance in the girl's eyes, and it was clear that he had not long passed away.

Her Majesty looked at him steadily.

It was as if he wanted to see the shadow of another person in him.

Brando was a little unbearable, and asked, "Is it the Dragon Queen, Your Majesty?" Where is that woman? ”

The Silver Queen shook her head weakly, she held out her hand tremblingly, and Brando felt a little helpless in her heart. Facing such a look of the queen, he found that he couldn't harden his heart, so he could only bow his head silently.

Only in this way could the Silver Queen's hand reach his cheek, and the slender fingertips gently caressed the face, gradually overlapping with the impression in her mind.

She opened her mouth. With some difficulty, he said: "Treat Roman ...... well"

This sentence was like a bolt of lightning piercing Brando's heart, and the cold hairs on his body stood up for a moment, and he stared at the weak Queen Xià, not understanding why the other party would say such a sentence.

But the Silver Queen didn't answer his question.

She slowly withdrew her right hand, removed a ring from her finger, and pressed it to his chest.

On that ring is the seal of the supreme empire.

“…… Sue your grandfather, I love him. ”

Never regretted it –

These are not the words of a supreme being, but at this moment no one has come forward to accuse.

Only the old prime minister, Nidwen, watched the Silver Queen in amazement: "Your Majesty, you can't-"

"You don't understand...... Prime Minister. The Silver Queen interrupted him in a soft voice: "The authority of the mortal world is gone, our world ...... Need a ...... of hope."

"And I ......"

"I have to make amends for my mistakes......"

A moment later.

The ring slipped from her hand.

Her Majesty's hand fell slightly.

She closed her eyes.

The thick and beautiful eyelashes are no longer motionless.

In the darkness, she finally remembered how that qiē had changed.

……

"Daluth, you must send that baby girl away, and if necessary, kill her, quickly, I ...... I'm afraid I'll regret it. ”

"I'll take her away, but Your Highness Princess, I'm worried about your physical condition, what happened to you?"

She just smiled slightly.

"I'm your knight, and you must answer me that question." The voice said with some anger, "What the hell is going on, Lady Gwendoline? ”

"Mr. Darus, Her Royal Highness is right, the Buga and the dragon will be here soon, and we must make arrangements before then."

"Perhaps, but if you can't answer the questions in my heart, you'll see my stubbornness."

The dragon queen sighed.

"The strength of that baby girl is beyond our imagination, in order to save the life of Her Royal Highness the Princess, I split her soul in two, and use her kind personality to seal the 'Cun Zài', I don't know how long this will work......"

"My lord, you'd better be mentally prepared, Her Royal Highness the princess may change her temperament in the future, and I have done my best......"

"It's better to be so-"

"Then the Bugas ......"

Gwendoline's voice dimmed, as if all the voices had begun to grow smaller, like an angel whispering in her ear.

Before eternal darkness fell, it was as if she had seen a shining holy sword.

She knows.

That sword is called Amber.

It is a sword that changes the fate of the whole world.

……

(PS: There was a bug in yesterday's article, mainly caused by the revision of the previous article and the omission of the first draft, and here to clarify, the mountain prince has turned to ashes.)

Second, it's about the next volume, the next volume is Amber's sixth volume, and the last volume, tentatively titled The Throne of the End, Amber has written to this day, which lasted five years, and the plot has passed most of it, and has entered the closing stage, and the original intention of writing this book is integrated into the yearning for idealism, so I often hear discussions that this book is too idealistic, but I think the pursuit of idealism may also be one of the reasons why human nature is noble.

Looking back from history, for thousands of years, no matter whether the truth pursued by human beings is right or wrong, and perhaps even if the process is absurd and enduring, the driving force behind their pursuit of the 'right' has always pushed our world towards civilization and order.

Even if there is a moment of regression, we can always face up to the shining point in human nature and let us out of ignorance.

Maybe ** is indeed born ugly, but at least we know how to introspect - (to be continued......