After uttering this puzzling sentence, Pedro did not explain too much, as he immediately snatched the heart from Anya's hand and pushed it into his chest, and the originally open ventricles miraculously healed. However, he was already heavily injured, and did not stop any longer, and immediately turned into a ball of flame and flew in the direction of the royal city.

Stannis watched all this reversal and found that he had no time to stop him and could only watch him escape, and Anya stood there without the slightest intention of hindering him.

"I say, what are you doing?" Stannis trotted towards the woman with a reproachful tone, he just thought it was just an illusion created by Anya, so it seemed to be looming, but it wasn't until he walked in that he realized that the body was indeed Anya's entity, but she still maintained her previous movements, and the purple lightning had all dissipated.

Stannis cautiously stretched out his hand, but he didn't expect to touch the skin as cold as twilight snow, and her body did not have a trace of temperature, which was even more chilling than the frost she had created.

He immediately felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly took the woman into his arms, and in an instant, he and himself were frozen in the joints by this refreshing cold, and Stannis let out a white breath with difficulty, knowing that he was in a big disaster.

The power of the [Empress] is really not something that the human body can bear, even with the addition of the hot sun, Anya still can't completely neutralize such an extreme cold, and now the evil consequences are beginning to reverse, and her body gradually turns into a phantom, and even her breathing is about to stop.

And this time, a sense of powerless despair crept over Stannis's entire heart, and although he tried his best to yearn for the better, he knew that this time the whole woman he loved might really be leaving him.

"Don't!

Stannis repeated the word with a sob, and the rolling tears wet Anya's forehead, as if such a little warmth had pulled her back from the line of death, and she opened her eyes slightly, only to see the man who had already cried into tears.

"You still cry so much......"

Seeing that she finally woke up, Stannis rekindled his hope, and he immediately hugged the woman with all his might, despite the cold that was enough to freeze him, trying to use all the strength of his body to take her back from the clutches of death.

And his body temperature did make Anya gradually recover, she raised her head slightly in a bit of a daze, there was no Pedro there, there was no doubt that he had fled.

She sighed silently, maybe this was fate, and then focused on Stannis, she had never been so close to him, and it would never be possible in the future.

Stannis noticed that Anya was pushing herself away with a little force, and quickly cheered in surprise, but only a glance at his remaining hope was dashed, and he read the meaning in the woman's eyes, which was the return of her only vitality. Death has decreed that this life will be ruthlessly taken away.

But Stannis still refused to believe it, he pounded his fist on his chest, he could only show his remorse in this way of self-harm, "No, it's not true, Anya, I can't stand you! I shouldn't use that strength so that your body won't become like this because you can't bear it!"

He still didn't say 'die' because he believed there must be a way to save her.

But Anya just reached out and stroked Stannis's face with a gentle smile, she didn't mean to blame him in the slightest, but she was full of apologies for not being able to go on with him any longer.

"Please stop blaming yourself, it's not your fault, Stan, the mysterious woman has already told me that if I use the power of this spell sigil, I will pay with my life......"

"Then why do you use it! Why!" Stannis snarled in despair, once again deceiving herself, though she had only done so to save herself.

Tears also crossed the corners of Anya's eyes, she just rubbed Stannis's face back and forth to give him all her tenderness, "I'm sorry, Stan, at that time I knew that the only way to save you was to do this, you were more important than me, not for the Phoenix family's duty to protect the principality, but just a woman willing to sacrifice everything for the man she loved." ”

"But how can I live without you......" The man was almost speechless, he had already experienced Sasha's parting, his heart was already painful and difficult to breathe, he didn't know how to face it this time.

"Forgive me for my selfishness, Stan, I promised you I wouldn't cheat on you again, and it looks like I've broken my promise again, and this time I can't save two people. But I'm very happy, I used to live just for revenge, and it feels good to live for myself this time. ”

Anya seemed to have exhausted all her strength after saying these words, and she closed her eyes gently, as if she was about to fall asleep forever.

"Don't sleep, Anya, I beg you, don't sleep!

Stannis shouted hoarsely, but Anya couldn't open her eyes anymore, she just opened her mouth slightly and said softly.

"Maybe I died while I was locked up in a shell, and the golden angel has redirected me to your body, and I have ...... to have you to accompany me through this darkest road"

Before she could finish speaking, Anya was silent, and she died.

Her body then turned into a purple butterfly of light and flew into the sky until it completely dissolved into nothingness.

Following

After seeing the sun, Baron Nicholas, the lord closest to Phoenix Castle, led dozens of peasants with pitchforks to approach this place cautiously, at first they thought that there was a change here, because there has always been a heavy resentment of the dead, so no one dares to approach.

But under Nikolai's horsewhip, the frightened men approached the baron, and at the first step they were stunned by what they saw, for although it had been set on fire before, there were still a large number of uncollapsed buildings, but now it was as if it had been razed to the ground, and there were no intact houses. Only large shards of shattered stones were scattered on the ground, and the entire area of the original Phoenix Fort was completely reduced to ruins.

On the steps of the pavilion in the ruins, a strange man sits, several swords scattered around him, while a scepter and a ring are thrown to the ground like garbage.

The man was motionless as if he was dead, his hands spread out of thin air, as if he were holding a man, but there was nothing there.

"I say, did you make this place like this!" exclaimed Nikolai a little angrily, how could he explain the destruction of this place to the duke.

But the man still didn't answer, he just looked blankly into his arms, and what happened in this world no longer had anything to do with him.

The baron was a little annoyed, and he strode over, habitually raising his horsewhip to give the ragged man a few lashes first.

But at this moment, the man suddenly raised his head, and everyone present saw his eyes, even Nikolai had to stop.

No one spoke, and everyone knelt down in unison, and the nearest baron even raised his sword in both hands, not daring to look up again.

That night, everyone learned that a king had been born from the ruins, and the entire western realm had sworn allegiance to him.