A sprig of wheat bent by the ears swept past Simon's nose, and the fluffy tickled him, so he waved his hand away from the pesky plant, and the warm harvest sun shone on him, and the reflection of the belt buckle reflected in his mind, and he opened his eyes after a torrent of heat.

"Brother, look, butterfly." Unlike what he had seen in the silence, the prairie wind blew the purple fields without bounds, and clumps of white wormwood, perilla, and spiritual incense bloomed happily and ruffled little Victoria's tan hair. The one-meter-high embankment was stacked by the smooth pebbles of the waves, and indeed, there was a colorful butterfly flying high, flying towards the sun.

The butterfly landed on the plantain, and it was only a few miles up to the manor with its openwork white pine gates, which surrounded it with lavender fields, and the leaden clouds hung low and roared to the ends of the earth. "Brother, look, butterfly." Little Victoria spread her feet covered with mud after the rain and chased the butterflies that had disappeared without a trace.

"Don't ......" Simon just moved his throat, the clouds suddenly tore apart a golden light, a Titan cracked a clump of plantain whiskers that seemed to have been trampled by horses' hooves and were extremely tenacious, swallowed the clouds, and when the sun completely fell, roaring, roaring, the stars twinkling in the light night watched everything indifferently, but it was the evening fog flowing, following the direction of the air flow, Simon saw the heart of the Titan. He grabbed the last lavender and fell into the abyss along with the dirt.

……

It is said that when people are about to die, they will continue to surface fragments of their lives, and their joys, sorrows, and sorrows are just like turning a wheel to the fastest projector, and they will be yellowed for a long time.

There was no more blood dripping, the soles of his boots, all turbulent, and the great resistance pushed him to retreat, "Let's go, brother......" Little Victoria was still barefoot, singing happily and running towards the depths of the street, the charming red dress was fast and indifferent, trying to catch it, but it was heaven and man forever.

He loved the past, and he missed the past, more like going back to the past, so Simon walked perseveringly, even if he limped, he should have fallen quietly and happily on the road to Mothros.

He crossed Glatheham, the crystal chandelier shining, but it was empty, the cups were neat, as if it were a feast, and countless pairs of dark eyes looked indifferently at the bloody man, no one stopped or spoke, but little by little he watched Simon walk towards Hydra's auditorium, towards the dawn.

The dawn is still slow, and the dawn will come out.

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Adorfina did not know why His Majesty was so interested in the religions of the Old World that she had built such a small church that was almost unattended except for the few Hydras who still believed in the Holy Spirit, which was about to become a laughing stock for the Hydra. At this point, everyone aspires to ignite the divine fire and pursue absolute happiness in this world, so why should they be like the ant people pinning their hopes on the afterlife? The wine of the sacrament, the bread of the sacrament, is not the flesh of Christ after all, and if so, heaven is gone.

But she still looked at the vine-decorated door, like the black cloth in front of her, not the white veil.

The general of Harrisburg had already taken an oath, and Tyrone Bertrand was undoubtedly the one who benefited the most from this partisan war, giving Harrisburg to the most powerful steel hydra, not only receiving the blood of the mutant, but also surrendering it to the Union

A great vote for fame will naturally enjoy the benefits of repaying the peach. Adolfina Morfina, who once fell from the altar, deigned to be the deepest throbbing in the general's heart. From the first time she stepped into Harrisburg, the red-haired girl who walked in the wilderness was like the aurora rising in the dying old sunset. Climbing the mountain means hoping to see all the mountains, shouldn't a high-spirited man take everything in his sight? It doesn't matter what the world is.

The general patiently waited for his little bride to make the last hesitation, and the eyes behind the black cloth were the same bright eyes and bright teeth as before, and the smile was clever, even if it was false and wrong, it did not reduce its appearance. So, the general followed her and opened his gaze towards the door. One person is waiting for the door to open, and one person is guarding the door to close.

The morning breeze of Lake Erie blows to the lakeshore, and it is the faint light before the first rays of morning light.

……

The rain stopped, but the wind stopped.

Within the black walls, Augustavina had not slept all night, wearing a three-legged black line badge on her coarse cloth shirt, her steps were as light as a fledgling, a bird without full wings, and the bright moon was shining with her pale blonde hair under a green table lamp, she bowed her head and fell to one knee. A shadow obscured her flawless face.

It was Franz's shadow, and that shadow was an aura, and it was her father.

Augustus Franz gently stroked the top of his second daughter's supple and well-defined head, this man who held the power of life and death in the north was always an incomparably powerful ruler, probably so, from the time he took over the name "Augustus", he naturally had to choose the most important.

"Stand up." Franz said.

Another Franz stood up, and the emperor straightened the three-legged badge for his princess, and his voice was full of joy: "You have always been the pearl of my palm." ”

"Thank you, father." Augustavina replied, bowing respectfully to her father and leaving. The door opened and closed, drowning the majestic and standing figure behind the door. She assembled the belt, pistol, and saber from the tray in the butler's hand, and the slender ankles sank into the boots, and the ten fingers that had once held the pen sank into the tactical gloves. Finally, she put on a black poncho that dragged the floor.

The door of the mansion slowly opened, the dawn rain was already not messy, and the white belly of the fish in the east rose lazily. Outside the bar, Augustavina stood in front of a column of armored sergeants, immature and iron-willed, looking at Claudia, who were looking at their masters.

The door to the mansion slammed shut, but the door to the world was opened. The green brick rubbed against the husky soles of her rubber boots, and she pressed the heels of her boots together, raised her hand and shouted, "Hooray!" ”

"Hooray! Franz! ”

……

The door of the church, the hole opens.

She tilted her cheeks slightly, and the first beam of light after dawn in the east shone on the enamel porcelain of the statue of the Virgin Mary in her arms, and the countless annihilation and refraction made her beautiful face, and she smiled shallowly.

"I'm coming." The man who pushed open the door of the church said, even though he was crippled and dying, and the scythe of the god of the gods was hooked to his throat, as long as the faith was there, the god of death was afraid to grit his teeth! The first beam of light suddenly rejoiced, suddenly overflowing.

"I'm here." Adolfina lightly opened her lips and said, I don't know when, the black cloth was wet with an autumn halo, she ignored the generals and historians who grabbed her wrists at the same time, the halo,

Suddenly smudged. "I don't want to!" She growled.

"I don't want to !!" Adolfina roared, and the black cloth fell.

Flames burst forth from the depths of her soul, and the Purple Veil Historian was the first to stagger back, followed by the terrified general, and Adolfina glanced contemptuously at the first dwarf who tried to tame her with the power of Hydra, and she took the hand that held her wrist. "Do you remember what I said last time?"

Blood flew, military uniforms were torn, medals fell to the ground, Adolfina parted her five fingers, raised her hand and threw it, and hit the icon impartially, "Bang! The icon collapsed, and she said, "Next time, I will remove this arm of yours." ”

"Adolfina Morfin! How dare you be in the Templars! Kill your colleagues! Menendez, the Marginal, rebuked, and he was the only one of the six to stand up, retreating from the black mist.

"Yes and what!"

"I am the one who makes you happen! It's not you who make me! Adolfina stepped down from the altar and ran towards Simon, where the light was at its highest, that is, homecoming.

"Your Highness!" The wailing and wailing resounded, and the fragments of enamel porcelain fell on the general in Harrisburg, blurry and gorgeous, paving the color of the army, and he clutched the broken wound of his arm. "Your Highness!" One shout after another finally moved the regent of Hydra.

Melissa looked at the two embracing each other, sighed wordlessly and shook her head, he looked at the old man beside him, who also nodded solemnly. The caretaker immediately stood up, and in a flash, Bai Hua took General Bertrand away, leaving him in a mess. Melissa tilted her head back slightly, and in the blurred junction, the empty altar was under the dome, which was ridiculous.

"Let her go, she's already paid the price."

The petite girl hugs the wounded Rangers. "You're late, long late." How can there be a trace of blame in the words? More of it, like her crying self-resentment.

"Because I'm obsessed with the scenery on the road, baby bear......"

Adolfina looked at the blue pupils that were close at hand, melted into wine red, and turned into a spring spring. "You know I never like to wait, so I'm willing to marry you, what about you?"

"As it goes."

The oath recited by the historian in Sistine did not need to be echoed, but would haunt the ears of both of them. "Whether you are born, old, sick or dead, poor or rich, only death can separate you."

"I do."

So they departed from the place where the light was at its peak, a trace of April raindrops, and some people always regarded it as an omen of the turn of spring and summer, and the two wooden doors silently sent the couple to the couple, without applause and no need to applaud, a night of joy and sorrow, merging in the water, into Lake Erie.

The morning light washed away the fog of compassion in the church, and the spectators left one by one, and the ritual that had lost its protagonist also lost its witnesses. Even the old man sitting next to Melissa walked into the rain on crutches, and it didn't matter if he got wet or not, but the world was still waiting.

You will be strong, and you will have nothing to fear. Thou shalt forget thy afflictions, and thou shalt remember them as the waters that flowed past. Your days on earth shall be brighter than the noonday, and though there be darkness, they will be like the morning. Melissa opened the black-skinned Bible that had fallen from the altar, and in the Old and New Testaments, Morrowind had read it.

"O all living beings, only the weak need to live in groups, and the heroes have always been lonely, so they have all become hermits."

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