Vol 5 Chapter 247

As if reappearing yesterday, the deepest nightmare in the dream was the abyss where she would rather die than return. Alas,

At this moment, she was shown in front of her.

The pain had crisscrossed the young princess' heart. Even after decades of reconciliation, it was difficult to heal in the heart of the old queen.

The endless gray field has only a monotonous color. The air is cold and acrid. The sky is filled with gray snow, but when it falls to the hands, it is found that it is all thin dust.

There is no margin, gray dust, falling from the sky, falling on the ground, covering everything, thick gray soil, straight into the knee.

There are some trees in the distance, which are also gray. They have turned into flying ash before they approach. The monotonous sole color outlines the outline of this world, and there is no sound or vitality around it.

The silver queen walked forward deliberately, one foot deep and one shallow, like a puppet, trekking along the endless plain. Her eyes were empty, she already knew what she would see, but she could not stop herself from moving forward.

Occasionally, a rumbling sound came from the thick dark clouds, and a blood-red electric light passed through the clouds, meandering along the clouds toward the distance, thereby lighting up 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 had gone, and the world would remain empty forever, until she saw some tall hill shadows, the bodies of some giant beasts, some like giants, some like dragons, and the surface was covered with thick dust. at every turn.

Some may still maintain the attitude of life, like experiencing a tragic disaster, consolidating the last moment of its life at the end of time, but it has long been silent.

A mountain range appeared in front of her.

It lay there quietly ...

It looks like a dragon, covered with cold metal. But the surface of this metal is transparent and glowing, and it is covered with a grid of crystals.

She froze slightly.

But still couldn't help but stroked his hand gently.

The cold touch, without any organic matter on the surface, but the huge body responded to the sigh of sorrowful death and suffocating sorrow, and tears could not help rolling down, she whine like an injured beast.

The dragon's head was flat on the ground. Quietly, eyes closed, two pairs of three pairs of horns were broken, their wings hang down, covering the area of ​​a hundred miles.

There were no sounds or words to describe the scene at this moment, but the Silver Queen knew from the first moment that it was dead.

Like a deity stepping into the dusk, he will sleep forever.

She was so sad that she couldn't restrain herself, as if a sharp blade had been inserted into her heart. Can't help crying.

Sixty years ago, she cried 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 has sheltered Voend for tens of thousands of years.

But it died

Silent.

With tears and scars, the Silver Queen finally stopped the tears, and she bit her cold lips coldly. Bypassing this corpse mountain, bypassing the dragon's huge skull.

She walked silently along Bahamut's cold jaw. Then a scene of tragic and desperate doomsday appeared before her without any warning:

She shuddered and held back watching the scene.

The deepest fear in her heart rose, she panted, and couldn't help but rest on Bahamut's body.

That is a battlefield

Hundreds of millions of corpses were spread throughout, huge clusters of crystals, dying dragons. Heroic human knights, gryphon bones, giant bugs, elves, dwarves. Each maintained their last 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 glory era. In the more distant future, we will open up a wider territory."

"Perhaps the civil war between civilizations will disappear as a result. I always have to prove that the four saints did everything right."

"One day, once we succeed, people won't be lost again."

Old Nederman suddenly felt that there was an extra person around him, and turned around. It was discovered that it was the Great Holy See Walla. The old man's face was equally serious. Then he remembered that His Royal Highness had been a student of the other party.

The Silver Queen was quiet.

It felt like Vala was there.

But she didn't speak.

Just listen carefully to the wind that belongs to this era.

For her, this may be the last time.

It was a long time before she spoke weakly:

"... I have something to say to Earl Toniger."

Old Nevin and Vala turned at the same time, looking at Brando in the White Rose Garden, who was soothing Akane. Feeling the two eyes can't help frowning.

In his opinion, the Silver Queen was self-reliant, not to mention he was unwilling 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 after all, Walla helped him at critical moments, and he could not refuse the request of the other party.

He patted Qian's shoulder lightly and came to her queen.

When I saw Her Majesty again. He was slightly surprised.

Unexpectedly, the Lord Queen Queen shot so decisively, Her Majesty the Queen, who was once impossible, was so weak that she could barely say a complete word. The radiance radiated from the girl's eyes was apparently not long before.

Her Majesty looked at him indefinitely.

Seems to see the shadow of another person from him.

Brando couldn't bear it, and asked, "Isn't it your queen, Your Majesty? Where is that woman?"

The Silver Queen shook her head weakly. She reached out her hand tremblingly, and Brando felt helpless. Faced with Her Majesty's appearance like this, he found himself unable to stiffen his heart, and could only lower his head silently.

Only in this way could the Silver Queen's hand reach his cheek, and the slender fingertips gently stroked the face, gradually overlapping with the impression in her heart.

She opened her mouth. He said with some difficulty: "Take care of Roman ..."

This sentence was like a lightning strike into Brando's heart. The cold hair on his body stood upright for a moment. He stared at Her Majesty's frail Queen, wondering why the other person 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 pressed the ring against his chest.

On that ring was the emblem of the supremacy of the empire.

"... tell your grandfather that I love him."

Never regret

This is not what the Supreme One should say, but at this moment no one stood up to blame.

Only the old prime minister, Needwin, was stunned and looked at the Silver Queen's action: "Your Majesty, you cannot"

"You don't understand ... Lord Prime Minister." The silver queen interrupted him softly: "The power of the world has passed away, our world ... needs a hope ..."

"but me……"

"I have to make up for my fault ..."

After a while.

The ring slipped off her hand.

Her Majesty's hand dropped gently.

She closed her eyes.

Thick, beautiful lashes never move.

In the darkness, she finally remembered how everything had changed.

...

"Darus, you have to send the baby girl away, if necessary, kill her, hurry up, I ... I'm afraid I'll regret it."

"I will take her away, but Your Royal Highness, your physical condition worries me. What happened to you?"

She just smiled slightly.

"I'm your knight, you have to answer my question," the voice said angrily. "Ms. Gwendolyn, what the **** is going on?"

"Mr. Darus, Your Royal Highness is right, Bugatians and dragons will arrive soon, and we must arrange everything before that."

"Maybe so, but if you can't answer the question in my heart, you will see my stubbornness."

The dragon sighed.

"The strength of that baby girl is beyond our imagination. In order to save the life of Her Royal Highness, I divided her soul into two and sealed her 'existence' with her kind personality. I don't know how long this will work ... "

"Sir, you'd better be mentally prepared. Her Royal Highness may change his temperament in the future. I have done my best ..."

"The best is so"

"The Bugatians ..."

Gwendolyn's voice went down, as if all the voices began to become subtle, like an angel whispering in her ear.

Before the eternal darkness came, 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.

...

(Ps: There was a bug in yesterday's article, mainly due to the modification of the previous article and the omission of a manuscript. To clarify here, the Prince of the Mountain People has been ashes.

The second is to talk about the next volume. The next volume is the sixth and final volume of amber. The tentative title is the throne of the end. The amber has been written to this day and lasted five years. The plot has also passed. Most of them have entered the final stage, and the original intention of writing this book is to incorporate the yearning for idealism, so I often hear discussions saying that this book is too idealistic, but I think the pursuit of idealism may also be the reason for humanity Noble reason.

Back in history, for thousands of years, no matter whether the truth pursued by human beings is right or wrong, even if the process is absurd and unbearable, but the driving force for its pursuit of 'correctness' has always pushed our world towards civilization and Order advances.

Even if there is a retrogression for a while, we can always face the flash of humanity and make it out of our obscurity.

Maybe ** is born ugly, but at least we understand introspection (to be continued ...)