Behind Sophia, I was standing on several other Isis’s daughters. To be exact, four Kouha sisters stood hand in hand. The two sisters stood side by side, dressed in black and white, as a model carved out of two girls. It’s just a cold ice, a quiet and gentle.
Behind it is Agatha, a black mourning, wearing a black veil, looks like a woman who lives, but the face is as light as water, as if not care about anything.
Isis’s smallest daughter is still naked in the end of everyone, snow white barefoot on the metal surface, wraps herself up with a silver white big tail, smiles and reveals a small fangs. Occasionally, the long silver ears look like foxes are more like wolves.
She looked around with a curious expression and finally whispered to Dark Kouha: “Kouha elder sister, why does mother look like she is not too happy?”
Dark Kouha coldly snorted, I don’t care about it.
The black sphere has completely disappeared.
It seems that just a blink of an eye, Kanderbeg has restored the sight of the clear sky.
Crystalline receded like a tide, and the locusts and Colossal Dragons also lost their targets. They ran into chaos in the human fleet but did not have Order’s command. Their demise was only a Time issue.
The exhausted Silver Bay Coalition on the ground was chasing again, and many people sat on the ground watching the ray of light column that was disappearing in the southern sky.
They already know that there is Aouine.
That is the hope of civilization.
The huge fleet slowly turned to change formations in the sky, and more and more floating battleships began to break away from the original formation and joined the ranks of pursuit.
The people who avoided a catastrophe looked at this scene in a hurry.
Little Malvis Duke sat on the ground palely, and a colossal Dragon girl was bandaging the wound for him, laughing from time to time. Blanc looked back from the distant hills and saw that the little Malvis couldn’t help but shook his head to save people. The result was saved by the man to be saved.
It’s a shame.
But most Knights don’t think so. Most of the bloody Warriors are looking at their Duke adults with reverence and even a little envious look.
The cheers in the direction of Kanderbeg City have been passed far.
When the general sound of the mountains call, seas roar sounds, every person here realizes that they have won.
Yes.
胜利
Magdelle stood in the city, covering his mouth, tears have fallen.
Many people are crying.
Delighted for the desperate life, sad for the lost friends in the battle, and fortunate for this saved future.
That is the tears of excitement and sorrow.
The crying echoed in the wind.
Look at that, this is the victory of the mortal people.
The sword that changed the destiny is always in the hands of everyone, and the spirit of unyielding is the flame of civilization.
Aloz opened his wings and let the shadow of Colossal Dragon pass through the earth and patrol the entire battlefield in the sky.
But she seemed confused and her face was slightly pale.
Some closely related things in bloodline, told her a few things a few minutes ago.
Bahamut is dead.
The era of Gold races is over.
: Although it is not necessary, I thought about it or ask for a monthly pass. After all, it should be the last time I asked for a monthly ticket.
Ling looked at the people in the distance.
A few girls chirp chirp twitter twitter smashing firewood in the woods by the boulevard. They wore thick cotton coats and their faces were red, but laughter and laughter came from time to time.
The war gives the country the largest and most true damage in a short time, which is the reduction of the young and middle-aged population. Aouine has experienced too many wars in just three years. The men have approved the frontline. Only the silhouette of the old man and the woman can be seen in the field.
But even in the most difficult times, people will not give up hope of optimism. In the winter of this year, more than 130 babies fell on the Fir Tree Shire gu gu. For every household, these children symbolize the future.
In the distant land, the snow has wiped out the traces of war, and buried all the pain and ugliness under the white snow. The seeds of the weeds wait quietly under the snow-covered soil, waiting for the spring of the coming year to turn it into a vibrant land.
Life’s tenacity is sometimes small.
In the distance is the tall and straight silhouette of Valhalla. The green foliage is like an emerald in the winter. It is rooted in the land and slowly absorbs the MP under the Underground. A faint cloud of clouds on the horizon reflects the sunset glow.
“elder sister.”
Ling went back.