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posture during their lifetimes, standing still on this battlefield.

Quiet, cold as ever.

Then she saw Tiamat, the dragon of war, crystal and Alvers, blue, and many gods.

They are all dead.

These great beings disappeared with the whole world.

In the dark and inanimate air, the elements fluttered frantically, like a bunch of escaping currents, struggling over the wilderness, and the laws that bound them were long gone.

The foundation upon which civilization and order depended was dead.

She walked indifferently until a knight came into her sight.

In the center of the body of the four kings of elements, the knight held a spear and stood proudly. The cyan spear in her hand was like an emerald, lighting the only bright color in the world.

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

She also died.

That young, immature face was full of serenity and firmness, but it deeply pierced the heart of the silver queen, just as she knelt down before the knight 60 years ago.

There are only boundless sorrows in her heart, no matter how struggling, in the end, it cannot change history.

The world has slipped into the same trajectory as she saw sixty years ago.

She failed.

Weak and powerless.

Suddenly she felt how ridiculous she was.

I thought I saw everything, but in the end it was foolish.

It turned out that this is the sadness of the world. At the moment the curtain fell, no one can break free. They are like puppets on the stage, and their fate has never been mastered in their own hands.

She looked silently forward.

There is the end of the world. Lonely cliffs stand in the void. Lightning is intertwined in the sea of ​​chaos. Elements are falling apart. The cornerstones of the world are falling off and collapsing into the rolling clouds.

A long whining whistle came from the chaos, distant through the sky, a beast roaming through it, its spine traversing the void, like a mountain rising into the clouds, the silver queen looked at the terrible creature turning Over the body, giant fins almost swept the world.

It was Leviathan, the first beast in the chaos.

“Master Martha … why?” The Silver Queen murmured suddenly.

“At the end of time, this is the inevitable end of our world, sorry, my people.” A gentle voice stroked from her heart.

“But … I have tried my best to change why …”

“Because the price is too heavy for us, we will hope to put it into the hands of the people of Black Iron. There is no right to come again”

“But I tried to correct that mistake!”

“if you can……”

“No, I have failed,” she shook her head in pain. “Master Martha, I’m sorry, everyone stole your authority, but I can’t return it to your hands …”

“Mortal has stolen my authority. But you may choose another way for our world.”

“But I have failed …”

She suddenly froze.

He said a little stupidly: “Master Martha?”

“Mortal has stolen my authority, but you may choose another way for our world.”

The gentle voice repeated.

“Mortal has stolen my authority, but you may choose another way for our world.”

“Mortal has stolen my authority, but you may choose another way for our world.”

The Silver Queen seemed to have been struck by a flash of lightning, and her face quickly lost her blood. She shivered and stepped back, and then she hit a soft body.

She turned back suddenly and saw the dragon Queen Gwendolyn appear in front of her.

“You haven’t failed yet. My Majesty.” The latter’s voice was soft and abnormal, overlapping the voice of the former.

Gwendolyn looked down at her with a slight smile.

The silver queen opened her mouth, her silver eyes showing deep fear.

“why.”

The latter reached out her hands, gently held her face, and gently smiled at her: “How simple and kind you are, your heart is pure and impeccable, Your Royal Highness. No one is better suited to carry that than you will.”

Gwendolyn lowered her head and kissed her gently on the forehead.

“Good night. My baby.”

The silver queen lost her eyes, leaving only endless remorse 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 a moment, and everyone immediately discovered the anomaly of the Silver Queen. The order between the nobles seemed to be instantly disrupted, and everyone was panicking toward the center of the courtyard.

The Silver Queen fell on her back, all watching

She stared blankly at the sky. Blood poured forth from her eyes, nostrils, ears and mouth, and a hollow in her eyes revealed the sorrow of the dying.

Until one person slowly walked out of the crowd. Come to this Supreme High of the Empire.

At that moment everyone was silent, and they were not free to make way for this person.

“His Majesty!”

The queen of silver recognized this voice. In her teenage years, this voice was once one of the most majestic voices above the court hall. It is unquestionable and reassuring.

More importantly, it maintains the only memory she has with her father, Grantor the Great.

It was an empire sixty years ago, shining and warm.

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

“Neder … Master.”

At that moment, Her Majesty remembered a lot, and even recalled the past in Saint-Conte-pepper’s Palace. Her memory of each study under the supervision of severe teachers, the history of the empire, the glory of the royal family, the faith of the people, One by one inscribed in her heart.

Her maiden-like queen smiled slightly, but she was so weak that she could barely show such a look.

“I was wrong … sorry, I lived up to the expectations of my father.”

Old Nederman pursed his lips and couldn’t even say a word.

He witnessed the growth of Her Royal Highness with her own eyes, and watched her proudly as an empire. She was the best queen of the Cruzs, and her most shining and proud princess in countless eyes.

He watched her ascend to the throne again, watched the empire thrive under her rule, and looked back, her gentle and alert princess, as if still in yesterday’s memory.

She was sitting by one of the arch windows of the Palace of Saint-Contipe, and the bright afternoon sun passed through the dust floating up and down, and fell quietly on her lap.

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

“Teacher, I hope the four temples will return to the

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