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The burning clouds faded away.

The silver network was flashing and collapsing over the entire Wayne.

The wizards suddenly surrounded their magic circle and mysterious runes, and they gradually lost their magical ability.

The power of the elements has faded layer by layer, the line of the law no longer flashes to the world, and the world constructed by the elements has now become a real cornerstone.

The evening breeze was blowing gently over the plateau, and the evening glow was fading away. Turaman suddenly raised his hand, and a bright mouth above his wrist was slowly flowing red blood.

An era is over.

The golden eyes in the sky are slowly closing, a world mourns, and resounds the whole earth; dusk falls, just like its advent, the war since the seven eras came to an end at the moment.

Looking ahead, the clusters and energy clan are falling piece by piece on Warnders field.

The tall lord of crystal clusters suddenly collapsed and turned into crumbs and died with the wind.

The sobbing cry spread all over the plateau.

Behind Bai Yi, Nimeixisi fell to her knees on the ground. Sister Xue touched her cheek, but she didnt know when she was still crying.

On the battlefield.

Freya watched everything quietly, but her eyes were full of tranquility. Beside her, Eruins silver lily flag fluttered gently in the wind of the plateau.

It was just tears that fell into the dust.

She looked up.

Seen as if it was that starry summer night, a galactic galaxy ran across the Butch mountains—

Little Phoenix was still with her that day and said to her:

“Sister head, did you hear that voice?”

That may be the beginning of everything.

…

In the darkness is a long time.

“Sophie?”

A somewhat strange voice came from behind Bredel , and Bredel turned away suddenly, but saw several knights in the shirts of the Knights of Grey Hughes approaching him and patted him Shoulder: “What are you still doing, the undead is coming?”

“Undead?”

Bredel froze.

He looked up, and in front of him were the mountains of Alkash, and the banner of the mountain was the countless Knights of Faenzan. The Cavaliers are in the final preparations, and teams walk out of the fortifications, forming a line in the open valley.

The knights walked past him one by one.

Suddenly he remembered the name of one of the knights.

But the light and shadow in front of me suddenly staggered.

Then turned into the flames of the sky.

A blood-covered player hurried to him and yelled at him, “Go away, Madara has already attacked!”

In the pervasive smoke, the silver lily flag of Eruin was slowly falling.

When you look at it, the palace palace and the city are ashes in the flames.

Somehow, Bredel was in tears.

But the sight has changed once again.

He let himself stand on a vast battlefield, and looked around, all the burning embers and the remains. The remains of the chariots and tanks were burning, scattered across the open plain.

Above his head, countless aircraft were whistling and flying away.

In the sky, there is a dragon covering the sky and the huge golden eyes, watching the ground indifferently.

Countless soldiers were passing by with him, as if they had not seen his existence, and they screamed and charged towards a distance.

Then all the light disappeared.

The world seemed to return to darkness.

In the endless darkness, he heard a gentle voice come.

“This is the last hope, I hope you cherish-”

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(Ps: After this chapter, there should be another chapter at the end, and the last chapter needs to be revised. It is estimated that it will take an hour to send it out. It will give you a happy ending. After all, I said no. Will write a tragedy. After the book is over, I should write a postscript of amber, but I do n’t know if it will be sent today or tomorrow ~ In addition, I wish here a happy New Year, six years of company, infinitely appreciated.)

The Amber Sword book 6 Chapter 539 Cut the end of the story

A bunch of skyguns pierced straight into Cyrils chest.

Breathing heavily, Qian held her spear tightly and watched the mourning king mourn, turning into countless fragments and dissipating in this world. She turned her head, and on the vast extreme plain, there was only a void, and in the distant and deep darkness, a azure back was moving away from her.

“Miss Albina !”

“Master Lord!”

In the darkness, the mountain girl suddenly woke up. The soft sunlight is flowing gently into the room from the window. The thin curtains cant cover the summer sunshine, and on the desk, there is a warm lily.

Suddenly she realized that she was having a nightmare. She sat on the bed and gently put her hand on her chest. Everything in the past flowed gently in her heart. She looked up and looked at the azure lance placed on the side of the room with some peace.

The sound of Hipmelas quarreling with Starr came from the outer courtyard, seeing or whispering by Nimesis.

Outside the window, the sky was blue, like a wash.

The carriage slowly drove into the forest branch, and Dilferi held the stationery in his hand and stared silently in that direction until the shadow of the mail van finally disappeared.

She lowered her head and looked at the stationery in her hand—a bright look in her bright eyes, and then turned around briskly. Inside Yanbaos manor, the servants were whispering about the kingdoms annual grand wedding.

“After that?”

“After that, everything is of course great. The King of Flames took down his sword and cut off the head of the Twilight Dragon. The war in our time is all over.”

“What does this have to do with the wedding in the Princesss Palace?”

“Of course it matters. Princess Fusha also participated in that war—”

“But the story Ive heard is different from yours. Didnt Your Majesty the Lord Yan leave our world?”

“Your one is a rural rumor.”

Dilferi smiled slightly. She looked up and stared at the clouds above the sky, the sea breeze slowly, and the stationery in her hand seemed to fly up.

Above the envelope, a black pine seal was stamped.

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A young man walked on the boulevard of the fir collar, his beard and a worn straw hat, covered with blades of grass, looking around curiously. On the broad streets on both sides of Firthaw Fort, the appearance has changed greatly. The roads are flanked by emerging buildings-all kinds of magic workshops, steam roars, and iron castings are erected on the green belt. The lamppost of the palace is also hung with the royal lily emblem.

Pedestrians on the road have not seen such a shabby guy since the age of silver in the First Age. They have set their sights on this young man. The young man, without realizing it, stopped

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