I, the final BOSS of the beta test server!

The sun is still setting.

Originally, half of the solar corona could be seen above the sea level, but soon, only less than a quarter remained.

In less than five minutes, the sun will disappear completely and long night will cover the world.

The night grows darker.

Not far away, the sea of ​​trees, swaying in the wind, was gradually changing from pale red to red-black.

During the rest of the time, neither Helen nor Rast spoke on the cliff, but just stared at the scenery in front of them in silence.

After a long time, as if she had made some kind of decision, Helen stood up from the high cliff.

Ice-blue light surged between her fingers... and then gathered into a somewhat old book.

Helen picked up the old book carefully, as if it were a treasure.

Then she placed the book in Rust's palm.

"This is a return gift."

Ice-blue text shone in the air.

The moment the book fell into his hands, Rast understood its origin.

On the book, there is a colorful painting of a knight holding a silver sword and a witch lady shrouded in black mist. Because it is too old, the cover of the fairy tale book still has mottled scratches.

"Silver Wing Chronicles".

It was not the new version that Last had previously given to Helen, which he had copied and re-edited by hand.

But it is the original version, a relic left to Helen by her mother, the previous generation Queen of the Underworld.

This is Helen's favorite fairy tale book, and it is also proof that she has never given up on herself in the past hundreds of years of her life.

And now, she gave this fairy tale book to Rast.

So, in an instant, Luster knew Helen's feelings.

The original version of "Silver Wing Chronicles" represents the first half of her life.

And now what Helen wants to entrust to herself is the rest of her life.

Not far away, Helen took two steps back as she watched Rast take the fairy tale book.

Until, retreated to the end of the cliff.

The lotus-like skirt was blown by the mountain breeze and flew up.

Helen was wearing woolen boots, standing close to the cliff, her thighs were white and slender, with straight lines.

She turned around, her back against the steep cliff, her ice-blue hair fluttering in the wind, her arms outstretched, her eyes fixed on the young man in front of her.

The scarlet lips trembled, and Rast heard a voice ringing in his ears.

These were not words written in the air, but words spoken by Helen herself.

Her voice was pleasant, mingling with the evening breeze, reminding Last of the chiming of wind chimes at midnight:

"Lassiter, am I really evil?"

This is a line from "Silver Wing Chronicles".

In the last scene of the fairy tale, the lonely witch who would bring plague to the world stood at the end of the cliff and said these words to the male protagonist.

And at this moment, the scene in the fairy tale book has become a reality.

The rosy glow slowly faded in Helen's eyes, and the sky seemed to be dyed by molten copper, burning into the color of flames.

In the increasingly dark night, the stars seemed to be reflected in Helen's eyes.

The queen of the underworld already knew the truth.

She knew that her kingdom was only a paradise for the dead, and her blessings and power would only bring disaster to the living.

She also knew that her original identity with Last was not actually friends. Last's arrival, whether dressed as a woman or sneaking into the palace by participating in the maid selection... all had some special purpose.

She knew even more clearly that the dreamlike half month she had experienced was a coincidence painstakingly created by the shore guard team, a carefully prepared false performance.

But even so, Helen still strives to pursue happiness.

Just like the story in "Silver Wings Chronicles", even if the boy who dreams of becoming a knight and the witch who brings disaster seem to be in irreconcilable positions, in the end they may not be unable to understand or tolerate each other.

Not necessarily, there will be no happy and perfect ending.

"Fairy tales are fake, but love is real."

This is the view that Helen has always believed in... She believes that even if their encounter originated from a hypocritical lie, sincere feelings can still arise.

She stood on tiptoe slightly, waiting with anticipation and hope.

Waiting for Rast to become the protagonist of his own story.

Become the one who is willing to give up his ideals and the whole world for her——

A justice partner that belongs only to her.

……

Last was also looking at the girl standing on the cliff in front of him.

He knew that Helen was waiting for his answer.

And at this moment, what he should do is to open his arms and hug the girl in front of him.

Just like the scene at the end of "Silver Wing Chronicles"——

He ignored worldly obstacles and the constraints of morality and good and evil... The young knight abandoned the ideals he had always adhered to and embraced the only thing that belonged to him.

But what comes after that?

What happens after the finale?

The male protagonist betrayed his ideals and accepted the witch lady. His selfless dedication to love was truly moving.

However, if we do this, will the plague that lingers around the witch and brings disaster and death to the world no longer exist?

If one day, the lonely and vicious witch loses control again and kills innocent people with her own hands, how will the male protagonist deal with it?

"Silver Wings Chronicles" may end at the moment of the ending, but the real story will not stop there.

The conflict between the dead and the living, the fate of the remains of the Grim Reaper, the plan that Cecil and I had prepared for a long time, and the legendary gravekeeper who had already arrived...

If you don't solve those potential problems that may lead to irreversible consequences, but instead allow your behavior to be dominated by your emotions... this is not romance, but just an irresponsible escape from reality due to being in love.

And the vice-captain who fulfilled his duties until the very end, paving the way for the hero as a "soldier"—

If I really do that, wouldn't Shadow Servant's sacrifice become a joke?

and so……

From beginning to end, there is only one thing you need to do.

It's not about being dominated by emotions and disregarding everything for a momentary heartbeat.

But... in order to create a longer-term and more visible future with our own hands.

Thinking of this, Rast walked step by step towards the end of the cliff.

Not far away, the queen with long ice-blue hair gently closed her eyes.

……

Present world, the Mystery Tower.

In the light curtain, the young man opened his arms and gently hugged the girl in his arms.

At this moment, the sun completely set below the sea level and the long night fell.

Just like the finale illustration of "Silver Wing Chronicles"——

The hero and heroine embrace on a high cliff, their silhouettes falling against the black sky, like stone sculptures.

“Oh shit!”

"Little Tina is really going to be cuckolded now."

Dean Yin covered his eyes with his furry white tail, as if he didn't dare to watch his good student being cuckolded. But his pupils were wide open in the gaps between the fur, just like a primary school student deceiving himself while doing eye exercises.

"Well, although Tina felt a little wronged, I'm still quite satisfied with this dating variety show. It has a happy ending."

"It was worth it that I watched the live broadcast for a whole day and night."

Dean Yin sighed.

Although little Tina was cuckolded, little Xia is also her good student. After all, it is better to keep the benefits within the family.

But then Dean Yin noticed something strange. He glanced around quietly and found that the victim's relatives were still calm.

"Little Ferret, don't you think it's a little too early to open the champagne yourself?"

Ophelia's calm voice came from not far away.

"Is it too early to pop the champagne? But they all hugged each other, just like in that fairy tale book."

Dean Yin retorted, "It started like a fairytale, and ended like a fairytale too. It's so fateful that I can't help but want to shout 'It's over, haha.'"

"A fairy tale is a fairy tale precisely because it can end at any time, anywhere, at the moment of the princess and prince's wedding...without having to consider the subsequent trivialities of family life, the dullness and boredom, or even the rest of life filled with disputes, regrets, and death."

Ophelia's words were startlingly cold, yet seemed to carry some long-suppressed emotion: "But reality doesn't have a fairy tale filter."

"Just because of a momentary surge of testosterone, impulsively saying things like 'I'd give up the whole world for you' is irresponsible."

"But……"

Dean Yin subconsciously wanted to refute.

But, then.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty—"

In the dim yellow sky, a flash of enchanting scarlet suddenly appeared.

"It seems that I failed to become the hero in your story."

Chapter 121 Goodbye, Your Majesty, Maybe We'll Never See Each Other Again (Two in One)

The wind blew away blood flowers.

Dyed this quiet night red.

A huge tearing sensation came from the chest, carrying with it heart-wrenching pain.

Helen's dark purple eyes opened with difficulty.

What came into view... was the scarlet blade of light that pierced through his chest.

It was an extremely hot and dazzling blade that gathered thousands of rays of light.

The blazing sunlight illuminated the dark sky, like the morning light breaking at dawn.

The blood dripped onto the blade that was gathered by pure light, and was burned and evaporated in an instant, without infecting the pure light in the slightest.

And before that scorching blade of light, the dusk that enveloped Helen, the power of the "Death God" sequence, and her authority as the Lord of the Underworld...

Everything is becoming fragmented and annihilated into nothingness in the brilliance of the scorching sun.

That was the blade that Cecil condensed using the power of the "Sun" sequence and handed over to Last.

On it, all the power of the strongest human being in the Sixth Epoch is gathered.

Even with Cecil's accumulated experience, he poured all his energy into gathering this blade of light. As a result, the Watchtower was under full martial law during his recovery period, and the entire process was kept highly confidential from the outside world...

Because if the information that this legend is in a weakened state is known to the outside world, especially those forbidden creatures in the ocean, it is likely to lead to immeasurable consequences.

Only this blade, which embodies all the power of a legend, is qualified to penetrate all the defenses of the Queen of the Underworld and annihilate all power and obstacles.

next moment.

The blade of light that had pierced his chest was retracted.

Crimson flowers bloomed on the high cliffs, and boiling blood fell down the steep cliffs. Most of it was swallowed up by the roaring sea below, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

A small part was stained by the small trees growing obliquely on the cliff, making the texture of the tree trunks also stained with a somewhat eerie scarlet.

Instead of the blade of light, which pierced through the empty hole in the chest, there was a hand as white as jade with distinct joints.