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There are some tree shrews in the distance, the same is grey, but it has already turned into fly ash. The monotonous unique color outlines the outline of this World, and there is no sound or vitality.

The Silver Queen walked forward with a deep, shallow foot, like a puppet, trekking along the endless plains. There was only a hole in her eyes. She had already understood what she would see, but she could not stop herself.

Occasionally, there is a rumbling sound above the thick and heavy black clouds. A blood-red electric light passes through the clouds and sways along the clouds toward the distant place, thus illuminating the distant and undulating mountain range.

This is the only evidence of the passing of this World Time.

She didn’t know how long she had gone, World was always empty, until she saw some tall hill shadows, some giant beast bodies, some like giants, some like dragons, covered with thick dust, one at every turn.

Some may still maintain a lifelike posture, like experiencing a tragic disaster, condensing 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…

Like a Colossal Dragon, the body is made of cold metal. But the surface of the metal is transparent, and it is covered with a grid of crystal.

She snorted a little.

But still can’t stop gently touching your hand.

The cold touch, the surface does not have any organic matter, but the huge body responded to the suffocating death and suffocating sorrow, tears could not help but roll down, she sent out like a wounded wild beast.

The head of the Colossal Dragon lies flat on the ground. Quietly, the eyes were closed, and the three pairs of horns broke two, and the wings fell down, covering the area of ​​a hundred miles.

There is no sound and vocabulary to describe the scene at this moment, but The Silver Queen understands from the first moment that it is dead.

Like a god who walks into Twilight, he sleeps forever.

She was so sad that she couldn’t help herself. It seemed that she had inserted a sharp knife in her heart. Can’t help but cry and cry.

Sixty years ago, she cried here like a helpless child.

Because all hopes are lost.

The name of this Colossal Dragon is called Bahamut.

It is the king of the dragons, the Dragon God of Platinum, the symbol of human courage and hope, it sheltered Vaunde for tens of thousands of years.

But it is dead

Silent.

With tears and scars, The Silver Queen finally stopped her tears, and she coldly bit her lower lip. Bypassing the corpse, it circumvented the huge head of the Colossal Dragon.

She walked silently along the icy chin of Bahamut. Then a scene of desperate and desperate Judgment Day was presented to her without any warning:

She groaned and forced to look at this scene.

The deepest fear in her heart rose, and she gasped and couldn’t help but be on the body of Bahamut.

That is a battlefield

Hundreds of millions of corpses are scattered throughout, the massive Crystalline, the dying Colossal Dragon. Heroic human Knight, Griffin’s skeleton, giant insect, elf, dwarf. Each maintains the last stance of life and stands on top of this battlefield.

Quiet, cold as ever.

Then she saw the Dragon of War Tiamat, saw crystal and Alvos, saw the blue, and saw a lot of gods o.

They are all dead.

These great existences have gone away with the whole of World.

In the dark and inanimate air, the elements are frantically floating like a bunch of currents that are struggling to survive in the wilderness, and the Laws that bind them are long gone.

The foundation on which civilization and order depended is dead.

She walked forward steadily until a Knight caught her eye.

In the center of the body of the four elements, Knight holds the long spear, proud, and her azure long spear is like an emerald, lighting up the World the only bright color.

Just the gun broke into two halves, and Knight’s heartbeat was also quiet for a long time.

She also passed away.

The still young and tender face was full of serenity and firmness, but it deeply hurt the heart of The Silver Queen, just like she was here in front of the Knight sixty years ago.

There is only boundless grief in her heart, no matter how struggling, in the end it can not change history.

World is still sliding into the same trajectory as she saw it sixty years ago.

She failed.

Fragile and powerless.

She suddenly felt how ridiculous she was.

I thought that I saw everything, but in the end I was still out of reach.

It turns out that this is the sorrow of the world. No one can break free when the curtain falls. They are like puppets on the stage. Destiny has never been mastered in their own hands.

She looked at the front silently.

There is the end of World, the cliff stands in the Void, a piece of lightning is intertwined in the sea of ​​chaos, the elements are falling apart, the cornerstone of World is falling off and falling into the rolling clouds.