As if reappearing yesterday, the deepest nightmare in the dreamland was the abyss that she would rather die than come back to.
But at this moment, it was shown in front of her.
Pain was criss-crossed in the heart of the young princess, even after decades of calm, but in the heart of the old queen, it is difficult to heal.
The boundless gray field has only a monotonous color, the air is cold and pungent, and the sky is full of gray snow, but when it falls on the hand, it is only found that those are thin dust.
There is no marginal, gray dust, falling from the sky, falling on the ground, covering everything, and the thick dust hits the knees.
There are some trees in the distance, which are also gray, and have turned into flying ash before they get close. This monotonous and unique color outlines the outline of the world, and the surrounding is empty, with no sound or vitality.
The Silver Queen walked forward blankly, one foot deep and one shallow foot, like a puppet, trekking along the endless plain. There was only a hole in her eyes, she knew what she would see, but she couldn't stop her from moving forward.
Occasionally a rumbling sound came from above the thick and heavy black clouds, and a blood-red electric light passed through the clouds, winding along the clouds toward the distance, thus illuminating the undulating mountains in the distance.
This is the only evidence of the passage of time in this world.
She didn’t know how long she walked, and the world was always empty, until she saw the shadows of some tall hills. They were the corpses of some giant beasts. Some looked like giants and some looked like dragons. The surface was covered with thick dust. at every turn.
Some may still maintain the posture they had before their lives, as if experiencing a tragic disaster, freezing the last moment of its life at the end of time, but it was already silent.
A mountain range appeared in front of her.
It lay there quietly...
Like a giant dragon, it is made of cold metal, but the surface of this metal is transparent and shiny, and it is covered with a grid of crystals.
She shivered slightly.
But still can't stop gently touching his hand up.
The icy touch didn't have any organic matter on the surface, but the huge body responded with a dull breath of death and suffocating sadness. Tears couldn't help but roll down, and she whimpered like a wounded beast.
The head of the giant dragon was lying flat on the ground, quietly, eyes closed, three pairs of horns were broken, two wings were hanging down, covering an area of a hundred li.
There is no sound and vocabulary to describe the scene at this moment, but the Silver Queen knew from the first moment that it was dead.
Like a god stepping into the twilight, sleeping forever.
She was so sad that she seemed to have a sharp blade inserted in her heart, and she couldn't help crying.
Sixty years ago, she was crying here like a helpless child.
Because all hope is lost.
The name of this dragon is Bahamut.
It is the king of dragons, the platinum dragon god, the symbol of human courage and hope, and it sheltered Vaughan for tens of thousands of years.
But it is dead—
Silently.
With tears and scars, the Silver Queen finally stopped her tears, biting her lower lip coldly, bypassing the corpse mountain and the huge head of the dragon.
She walked along Bahamut’s icy chin in silence, and then a scene of tragic and desperate doom unfolded before her eyes without warning:
She shivered, and forced herself to watch this scene.
The deepest fear in her heart rose up, and she panted and couldn't help supporting Bahamut's corpse.
That is a battlefield—
Hundreds of millions of corpses are all over it, huge clusters of crystals, dying dragons, heroic human knights, griffon bones, giant insects, elves, and dwarves, each maintaining their last posture in their lives, standing still here. On the battlefield.
Quietly, as cold as ever.
Then she saw Tiamat, the dragon of war, Crystal and Alvers, Azure, and many gods.
They are all dead.
These great beings died away with the whole world.
In the gloomy and lifeless air, the elements floated frantically, like beams of escaping electric currents, struggling on the wilderness, and the laws that bound them have long since disappeared.
The foundation upon which civilization and order depended has died out.
She walked forward stupidly until a knight greeted her.
In the center of the corpses of the four kings of elements, the knight held a spear and stood proudly. The cyan spear in her hand was like emerald, lighting up the only bright color in the world.
It was just that the gun broke in half, and the knight's heartbeat was silent for a long time.
She also passed away.
That still young and immature face was full of serenity and determination, but it pierced the Silver Queen's heart deeply, just like she knelt down in front of the knight sixty years ago.
There is only boundless grief in her heart, no matter how hard she struggles, she still cannot change history in the end.
The world still slipped into the same trajectory as she had seen it sixty years ago.
She failed.
So fragile and powerless.
She suddenly felt how ridiculous she was.
I thought I had seen everything clearly, but in the end I was still stupid.
It turns out that this is the sorrow of the mortal world. At the moment when the curtain falls, no one can break free. They are like puppets on the stage, and their destiny has never been in their own hands.
She looked ahead silently.
There is the end of the world, the lone cliff stands in the void, patches of lightning are intertwined in the sea of chaos, the elements are falling apart, the cornerstones of the world are falling off one by one, collapsing into the billowing clouds and mist.
There was a long whimper from the chaos, resounding far in the sky, and a giant beast was cruising in it, its back traversing through the void, like a mountain towering into the clouds, the silver queen stared at the terrible creature turning over. After passing the body, the giant fins almost swept the sky and the earth.
That was Leviathan, a behemoth born in the chaos.
"Master Martha... Why?" The Silver Queen suddenly murmured.
"At the end of time, this is the inevitable ending of our world, I'm sorry, my people." A gentle voice touched her heart.
"But... I have tried my best to change, why..."
"Because the price is too heavy for us, we will put our hope in the hands of the people of Dark Iron, and there is no right to do it again—"
"But I tried to correct that mistake!"
"if you can… "
"No, I have failed," she shook her head painfully: "Master Martha, I'm sorry, mortals have stolen your authority, but I can't return it to your hands..."
"Mortals have stolen my authority, but you may be able to choose another path for our world."
"But I have failed..."
She froze suddenly.
Some tremblingly said, "Master 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 flash of lightning, her face quickly lost her blood, she trembled and backed away, and then she ran into a soft human body.
She turned her head abruptly and saw the dragon queen Gwendolyn appeared in front of her.
"You haven't failed yet, my majesty." The latter's voice is unusually gentle, and the former's voice overlaps with each other.
Gwendolyn looked at her condescendingly, with a slight smile.
The Silver Queen opened her mouth, her silver eyes showed deep fear.
"why."
The latter stretched out his hands, gently cupped her face, and smiled gently at her: "How innocent and kind you are, your heart is pure and flawless. Your Royal Highness, no one is more suitable to carry that than you. will."
Gwendolyn lowered her head and kissed her lightly on the forehead.
"Good night, my baby."
The Silver Queen lost her eyes, leaving only endless regrets in her heart.
Darkness spread in her vision—
"His Majesty!"
"His Majesty!"
"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you!"
The entire White Rose Garden boiled for an instant, and everyone discovered the Silver Queen's abnormality for the first time. The order between the nobles seemed to be chaotic instantly, and everyone was rushing towards the center of the courtyard in a panic.
The Silver Queen was under everyone's gaze, and fell on her back—
She looked at the sky blankly, blood pouring from her eyes, nostrils, ears and mouth, and her eyes were empty, revealing the sorrow of the dying person.
Until a person in the crowd slowly walked out and came to this empire's supreme.
At that moment everyone fell silent, and the unfreedom gave way to this person.
"His Majesty!"
The Silver Queen recognized this voice. In her girlhood, this voice used to be one of the most majestic voices above the court. It was undoubtedly calm.
More importantly, it maintains the only memory between her and her father, Grand Todi.
That was the empire sixty years ago, glorious and warm.
The empire of that era had two voices, as if as long as the master of these two voices still existed in the empire, then the country would continue to be stable and prosperous.
"Nidden... Your lord."
At that moment, Her Majesty the Queen remembered a lot, and even recalled the past in the Palace of San Contepe, the memory of each study under the supervision of strict teachers, the history of the empire, the glory of the royal family, the beliefs of the people, Engraved one by one in her heart.
Her Majesty the Queen smiled slightly, but she was so weak that she could hardly show such a look.
"I was wrong... Sorry, I failed my father's expectations."
Old Niedervin pursed his lips and couldn't say a word.
He witnessed the growth of the princess, and watched her become the pride of the empire. She is the best princess of the Cruz people, and 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 astute princess seemed to still exist in yesterday's memory.
She was sitting next to an arched window in the Palace of San Contepe, and the bright afternoon sun passed through the ups and downs of dust and fell quietly on her lap.
Her eyes were bright and clear, listening carefully to the detailed and trivial history and knowledge.
"Teacher, I hope that the four great temples can return to the era of glory. In the more distant future, we will open up a broader territory—"
"Maybe the civil war between civilizations will also be eliminated. I always have to prove that what the four sages did in the first place is correct—"
"One day, once we succeed, people will no longer be confused."
The old Nidevon suddenly felt that there was another person next to him. Turning around, he found that it was the Great Holy See Vala. The expression on the old man's face was equally serious. Only then did he remember that the princess was also a student of the other party.
The Silver Queen fell silent.
It seemed that Vala's existence was felt.
But she did not speak.
Just listen carefully to the wind that belongs to this era.
For her, perhaps this is the last time.
After a long time, she said in a weak voice:
"... I have something to say to Earl Tonigel."
Old Nidevon and Vala turned around at the same time and looked at Brando in the White Rose Garden. The latter was comforting Akane, feeling the two eyes frowning.
In his opinion, the Silver Queen is self-inflicted, not to mention that he is not willing to get into trouble at this time, but at this moment he read the plea from the eyes of the two old men.
The old prime minister was okay, but Walla had helped him at a critical moment after all, and he couldn't refuse the other party's request.
He patted Qian on the shoulder lightly and came to the Queen's side.
When he saw Her Majesty the Queen again, he was slightly surprised.
Unexpectedly, the Queen of Dragon took such a decisive action. Her Majesty, who was once invincible, was so weak that she could hardly speak a complete sentence at this moment. The girlish eyes revealed the lingering brilliance, which was obviously not long in the world.
Her Majesty looked at him steadily.
As if to see another person's shadow from him.
Brando couldn't bear it, and asked, "Is it the Dragon Queen, Your Majesty? Where is that woman?"
The Silver Queen shook her head feebly. She stretched out her hand tremblingly. Brando felt a little helpless. Facing this kind of majesty, he found that he couldn't harden his heart, so he could only lower his head in silence.
Only in this way can the Silver Queen's hand reach his cheek, and her slender fingertips gently stroked this face, gradually overlapping with the impression in her heart.
She opened her mouth, and said with some effort: "Treat Roman well..."
This sentence was like a flash of lightning piercing Brando's heart, and the cold hair on his body stood upright in an instant, and he stared at the frail Her Majesty, not understanding why the other party said such a sentence.
But the Silver Queen did not answer his question.
She slowly retracted her right hand, took a ring from her finger, and then pressed the ring to his chest.
On the ring is the emblem of the empire's supremacy.
"... Tell your grandfather, I love him."
Never regretted—
This is not what a supreme person should say, but at this moment no one has come forward to criticize.
Only the old prime minister Niederwen watched the Silver Queen's movements dumbfounded: "Your Majesty, you can't—"
"You don't understand... Your Prime Minister." The Silver Queen interrupted him softly: "The authority of the world has passed away. Our world... needs a hope..."
"but me… "
"I must make up for my fault..."
After a while.
The ring slipped from her hand.
Her Majesty's hand dropped gently.
She closed her eyes.
The thick and beautiful eyelashes never moved.
In the darkness, she finally remembered how everything changed.
…
"Darus, you must send that baby girl away. If necessary, kill her. Hurry up. I... I'm afraid I will regret it."
"I will take her away, but your majesty, your physical condition makes me very worried. What happened to you?"
She just smiled slightly.
"I am your knight, you must answer this question for me." The voice said angrily, "Ms. Gwendolyn, what is going on?"
"Mr. Darus, the princess is right. The Bugans and dragons will be here soon. We must arrange everything before then."
"Perhaps so, but if you can't answer the questions in my heart, you will see my stubbornness."
The Dragon Queen sighed.
"The power of that baby girl is beyond our imagination. In order to save the life of the princess, I divided her soul into two and sealed the'existence' with her kind personality. I don't know how long this will work. …"
"My lord, you'd better be psychologically prepared. Your Royal Highness may change her temper drastically in the future. I have tried my best..."
"Better so—"
"So Buga..."
Gwendolyn's voice became quieter, as if all the voices were beginning to become nuanced, like an angel whispering in her ear.
Before the eternal darkness fell, she seemed to see a shining holy sword.
she knows.
That sword is called Amber.
It is a sword that changes the fate of the entire world.