(Three-in-one chapter, together today and tomorrow)

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The 30th day of snow in the year 525 of the Fire Calendar is a very special day for the kingdom of Dogurand.

It is the birthday of the Queen of Laurel, and citizens from all over the territory will offer their blessings for the Queen's 26th birthday.

At the same time, today will also be the "day of the sunfall".

This year, Solandelle, Queen of the Laurels, has revealed her true face to the Sun King and has gained the support of citizens from all over the country.

In addition to exposing the atrocities buried in the dust of history to the sun, she also decided to do something very symbolic – to tear down the statue of the Sun King, built by the ancient kings and standing in the kingdom of Dogurland, in the central square of the Intracity today.

The Sun King had died in the Fireless Era, but he had survived 2,188 years of the Divine Calendar and 525 years of the Fire Calendar, and for 2,713 years, he still lived in the hearts of the people in the form of faith, turning into a shadowless and invisible shackle.

Now that faith has been extinguished, and when the statue of the Sun King falls, all his influences and the calamities he has caused to living beings will end forever.

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In the early morning, the dawn glows from the eastern canopy, the peaks behind the peaks are shrouded in a hazy glow, and the sunset is soaked in the deep blue sky, and the golden morning light sprinkles the world.

At the Residence by the Warm Lake, the bright sunshine brings a touch of warmth to the winter day, and Solandelle is grooming in front of the fitting mirror in preparation for the next ceremony.

Lorna stood behind her to help Solandelle hold her long hair, although both of them are now grown up, they are no longer the little girls they were back then, but the appearance of intimate snuggling and child

years are no different.

Solandelle wore a snow-white lining and a tailor-made queen's gown on the outside, with no extravagant jewels on the dress, only a curve-hugging silhouette that stood out.

After she finished dressing, with Lorna's help, she tied her long hair and put on her hair accessories, then she turned around and put her arm around Lorna and asked, "Nana, aren't you going with me?"

Lorna shook her head, "This is your moment, and I haven't been out of the palace for a long time, so I'm not used to the all-human scene."

Since Denissa's death, Lorna's personality has changed drastically, she no longer likes to play or laugh, usually if she has no official business, she can stay at home for several months without going out, often doing nothing, just sitting alone from dawn to dark, staring at Denisa's relics in a daze.

Lorna's changes over the years, Solandelle saw it in her eyes and felt pain in her heart, but she didn't know how to heal her friends, she could only hug Lorna and whispered, "I promise you, when this is over, I will put down my official duties and take you out on a trip." Half a year, a year... Let's go around the world!"

Lorna nodded lightly and hugged Solandale as well, "Go ahead, come back early."

After a moment of warmth, Solandale left the mansion and walked to the final battlefield in the cold winter wind.

When she arrived in the central square, accompanied by the imperial guards, it was already crowded with people.

Citizens of Doguland, both local and from all parts of the province, crowded the streets, each holding a white and gold laurel flower in their hands, and their eyes were sincere, looking at the flower-like queen from afar.

Solandale stands in the middle of the square, in front

Fang is a vast sea of people composed of people, and behind it is the statue of the Sun King, who was once admired by the world.

The statue was seventy meters tall, and Solandelle looked like an ant at its feet, but when the rising sun fell, she shone brighter than the idol with her golden light.

Solandelle's gaze slowly swept over the crowd, staring at the faces of his people, "Once upon a time, I revered the Sun King as much as everyone else, believing that all the good things in the world are bestowed by the gods, and that we should return the most devout faith."

"It wasn't until I came into contact with the Shrine and learned the true history that I really discovered the ugly face of the Sun King."

"The Sun King stretched out a brutal hand to people who were originally equals, and made unshakable by the faith of others

The iron law of movement has created the existence of "slaves."

"The Sun King shackles his slaves, tortures them, abuses them, draws strength from their pain and screams, and turns them into monsters that embrace fear."

"Such a shadow has hung over the world for thousands of years, so much so that it has always existed since the founding of the ancient kings."

"Many people have had no choice but to grovel and survive because they are too weak, and even numb for a while, feeling that what the Sun King said is the truth, and this is the life they deserve."

"But now I'm going to tell you! Not so! No noble, no slave, no one should live in the shadow of others, and no one should be born in chains!"

"Faith! It's just a tool in the hands of the kings, using your freedom of thought in exchange for stability in your rule!"

"Yes

Many people didn't understand what I was doing and asked me why I dared to challenge the authority of the Sun King. As a mortal, what qualifications do I have to fight the gods?"

"I tell them, what about mortals? The so-called gods are nothing but more powerful mortals, who are high up in power and immersed in the dreams they weave, thinking that they are some kind of higher beings."

"The gods demanded that the world fear him, but he never feared the world, never feared those who were like him. A man who does not even know how to fear life, not even a mortal."

"Remember, my fellow citizens, never, never—if you fall on your knees and look up at the god, he will not see you when he is looking straight ahead."

Solandale's eyes reflected the thousands of people, and his voice was filled with unprecedented scorching power: "The shackles of the Sun King are completely ended at this moment, and now—"

"You're free!"

"Boom—" The moment Solandelle's words fell, with the roar of gunpowder, the base of the Sun King statue completed a directional blast.

This colossal statue that has stood for 525 years and the shackles of madness that has lasted for 2,713 years since the era of no fire have finally come to an end.

In the eyes of the world, the statue of the Sun King fell with a roar, and with every inch it fell, the shadow cast on the ground by the backlight disappeared a minute.

"Boom—" When the behemoth completely collapsed, the sun that had been obscured by it finally reappeared, and the bright sunlight sprinkled all over the square and fell on everyone's face.

In an instant, the atmosphere of the scene was boiling, and the crowd erupted in unprecedented cheers, everyone waved

With a laurel bouquet in her hand, she chanted Solandelle's name and gave her the warmest praise and blessings to celebrate this great moment.

This is the scene that Solandale has dreamed of countless times, and I don't know how many lonely nights she tosses and turns in bed, lost in the present, lost in the future.

From the moment she set out on the path of confronting the gods, she was destined to be alone.

Because no one has walked this road, there are no footprints of predecessors under their feet, and there is no flame in the distance to guide the way.

She herself is the only light, illuminating the way for all who follow behind her.

Now, it's over...

From planting the seed at the age of 12 to completing the dream at the age of 26, it took 14 years, and more than half a lifetime of hard work finally came to an end.

At this time, Solandelle wanted to cheer with the people, and wanted to dance and sing with them, but at the moment when the burden was unloaded, what awaited her was not the imaginary joy and joy, but a very sudden pathos.

She unconsciously stepped back, and sat down on her legs, trying to hold back the sourness that welled up in her heart, for the queen must always be dignified, and she could not cry.

But the more she endured, the stronger the sense of pathos, and the choking feeling that suppressed the cry made her almost suffocated, and she couldn't stop coughing and choking, tears and sobs gushing out at the same time.

After 5 years, Solandale felt strong enough to never cry again, but she still shed tears.

"I did it—" She clutched the rag on her wrist that had been with her for 14 years, as if she were clinging to a deceased person.

She looked up at the clear blue

The sky, the line of sight seems to penetrate the canopy and time, looking at the one who was holding a puppy

The little girl who had been with her all night couldn't stop whimpering, "But I still don't know your name..."

Her Majesty's crying made the accompanying royal guards a little nervous, and they gathered around each other, blocking the public's view with their bodies to prevent Her Majesty's tears from being seen.

One of the royal guards handed over a spare handkerchief and said with concern, "Your Majesty, wipe your tears, we should go back."

Solandale took her handkerchief and wiped away her tears, stood up with the help of the guards, and mounted her white horse.

On horseback, she looked back at the cheering crowd, her gaze swept over the little sunny faces, and after a moment she looked into the distance, as if looking at the wider border.

The dangerous mines that devour human life have been sealed, and the mountains that have not been visited for a long time have faded away from the usual ash and dirt, and beautiful flowers have bloomed, and bees shuttle between the flowers, and the chirping of bees between the wings of the bees plays the music of life

There was no longer a figure of serfs crying blood and toiling on the farm under the scorching sun, and the sweat that once flowed under the whip evaporated in the wind, condensed, and turned into rain and dew that gave birth to life, and fell on the endless field.

Countless children, many of whom could not have been born or were born with an inescapable mark, are now running freely around the school in groups following the teachers who spread knowledge.

That year, he staggered to the top, the demons rose together, and the state affairs were chaotic.

Now the mother is in the world, the mountains and rivers are splendid, and time washes away the wind and frost.

Solandelle's tear-stained face finally smiled, and she turned her back to the crowd on her way home.

Come to an end

Finish.

It's over.

The sun shines, and the country is safe.

This country doesn't need a laurel queen anymore.

Because there is no more turmoil and strife here, people's bodies will not be oppressed and exploited, their minds will no longer be imprisoned in shackles, and the queen's dream will come to an end at this moment.

The sound of "Return to the Sun" dissipated along with the shadows of the gods above the dome, never to be seen again, and the world was finally able to raise its head and face the sun, the true sun.

No one can override life and dignity anymore.

Everyone will live happily, freely, and in a world where there is no supreme god.

She believed so.

Until...

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"Glory to my lord!!

A cry from nowhere rang out, like the noise of waking up from a dream.

At this moment, time seems to go back to a distant time, back to the dark and lightless years, and also bring back the shadow that shrouds the high sky.

Solandale was sluggish, dazed, anxious, restless, manic, empty...... All kinds of negative emotions came to my heart, the slightest human voice seemed to become extremely harsh, and my body shivered without warning, even if the sun was shining now, I felt that the light was disappearing little by little, and the whole world turned black.

She twisted her stiff neck and struggled to look back at where the voice had come from.

The black flag came to the wind at the end of the road in the distance, it was a security patrol force, the members were all dressed in black shirts, the appearance was obviously no different from the human category, but there was no human emotion in the eyes and expressions, it was all cold and deathly.

Everyone knows that none of these men in black shirts are human

, they are androids, the great beings created by Lord Regent, the famous Death Birds.

As the Dead Bird passed through the square, the crowd fell into a frenzied agitation, and they had just stood up, but now they were rushing to their knees, and kept bowing to the Dead Bird, as if they were facing some kind of supreme being.

In front of the bowing crowd, the dead birds just walked silently, their acoustic traps picking up all the sounds around them, as long as they did not listen to illegal or taboo content, they rushed to the rescue

The order will not be activated, and it will not care about these panicked people.

Black flags are hung behind these treacherous beings, fluttering in the air, symbolizing the unshakable strength and dignity of death, and also arousing the eternal awe in people's hearts.

Some of the kneeling crowd chanted "Glory to my Lord," doing everything they could to show their piety.

Others bowed their heads to the ground and muttered blessings, hoping that their prayers would be heard by the god of death through these dead birds.

Occasionally, a few innocent children jumped up and down, curiously looking at the dead birds, but were quickly pushed to the ground by their parents and asked to kneel, while there were reprimanding and disrespectful scoldings.

A young girl snuggled up to her mother's arms, pointed to the dead birds, and asked in a milky voice, "Mother, who are they?"

The mother looked reverently ahead, as if she were looking at some higher being: "Son, they are death birds, apostles of Lord Regent."

The little girl was only three or four years old this year, not yet old enough to study, and she had not accumulated much common sense in life, so she tilted her head and asked curiously, "Mother, who is Lord Regent?"

The mother caressed the little girl lovingly

Head, his tone was full of reverence, and he said seductively, "Lord Regent, you are the greatest being in this world!"

"He gave birth to life with great power, gave us endless milk and bread, and sheltered the world from hunger."

"He brought medicine to eradicate all diseases, cured countless patients who were on the verge of death, and blessed us from disease.

"He built countless magnificent high-rise buildings, so that there were no more homeless people in the world, and everyone had a place to shelter from the wind and rain."

"He lighted the light, suppressed the darkness, erased everything that made us unhappy, and we are happy because of Him! Dogurland is also glorious because of him!"

The little girl's mouth was wide open, and her face was full of longing: "Lord Regent is so powerful!"

The mother was amused by her daughter's expression, and slowly said to her little face, "Lord Regent's footprints have traveled all over the kingdom, from the southern frontier to the snowy fields, from the sea of the broken moon to the desert border, he shines in every corner of Dogulander, countless blasphemers try to defeat him, and finally burn up in the sparks."

"Baby, do you remember that yesterday your mother showed you to read? Our ancestors were slaves and were not qualified to study, and it was only because the Lord Regent helped Her Majesty to implement the new policy that my mother was able to go to further education and gain access to knowledge that was once untouchable."

"Lord Regent gave my mother a soul and a mind, and also gave my mother a chance to meet my father, and finally you were born! If it weren't for Lord Regent, we wouldn't be where we are now..."

The mother was already in tears when she said this, hugging her daughter tightly, her tears were full of tears and gratitude: "I

All that we have, our Lord has given you."

"The Sun King is only a false god, and my Lord is the light of the mortal world! It's salvation! It's the truth! All men have been born under the protection of our Lord, and we are willing to die for our Lord."

The little girl's eyes reflected the morning sun in the sky, as if she was like her mother, exuding a pious light: "Mother, what should I do for Lord Regent and for my lord?"

The mother kept her knees and raised the little girl above her head to face the dead bird, and her frenzied tears were swept into the air, and her voice seemed to resound throughout the world: "Respect him as a god!!

"The false god is dead! Glory to my Lord! The false god is dead!! Glory to my Lord!! The shouts of the crowd grew louder and louder, and everyone kept prostrating themselves to the Death Birds, hoping that their voices would reach the ears of the Grim Reaper through the apostles.

The little girl couldn't wait to jump out of her embrace, follow her mother's example, kneel on the ground and keep kowtowing, and shout "Glory to my lord" in a milky voice.

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Solandelle watched all this blankly, the crowd rose and fell, and the shouts echoed in the royal city, obviously an extremely lively and active picture, but it was like a knife cutting her heart, and a huge sense of helplessness completely surrounded her.

Her pupils twitched, and she looked beyond the crowd to a place farther away, as if time had become chaotic at this moment, thousands of years had passed

The scenery is intertwined and changing, so that she can't tell whether this is the past or the present.

....The House of the Gods, where the nine gods have returned, is proud of its majestic stone pillars, building the largest palace in the world, and the ancient nobles raised their heads and gazed at the supreme sun, grateful for his gifts and gifts.

In the supreme hall of Dogulander, the shadow regent sits alone behind the scenes, playing the piano with high spirits, and the powerful ministers listen to the sound of the piano, speculating on the will of the gods and trying to meet him, hoping for his appreciation and pity.

In the dark slaughter ground, blood spread unchecked, the corpses of the slaves piled up, the blackened blood dried up and sticky from the long exposure, the broken limbs twisted and entangled, as if they were praying before they were alive and praying after death, and the gods watched coldly from above.

The battlefield was filled with gunpowder, the armored wreckage was endless, the sky was covered by the endless haze of gunpowder smoke from the explosion, the steel giant bird soared by, the scorching sky fire fell to the ground like a meteor, setting off a torrent of life-devouring torrents, and the demons smiled heartily in the burning flames.

The ancient gods, the chief of the gods, the ignorant people worshipped the Sun King, they gave up their own personality, did not have independent thoughts, and only regarded him as the highest being, believing that what the gods said was the truth, and every time they worshipped, it was a cry of "glory to the sun".

In the royal city of the King Regent, the carefree people knelt and shouted at the twilight of death, and even though they had enough food and clothing, and the people were wise, they still revered the gods, because everything in people's lives was given by the gods, and every time they kowtowed, it was a sentence of "glory to my lord".

The dazzling sunlight swirled in the sky, appearing from the ends of the earth to disappearing from the cape, as if forming a path out of the mortal world.

Where the statue of the Sun King fell, the bird of death spread its wings and soared.

Countless voices that have dissolved in the years suddenly reappeared, converging like a torrent in Solandelle

Ear Rings:

"Angels and demons often fall in love, and they often end in misfortune. Demons have stories that belong to demons."

"Remember, Solandale, just listen to me, and you'll get everything you want."

"Honor me as a god!"

"It's your misfortune to meet me."

"If life is only as it first sees."

"I haven't changed from beginning to end."

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As Solandelle's vision blurred, the world seemed to lose its original color and become gray, and everything twisted like a devil's claw, scratching at her heart with bloody scars.

Tears had somehow overflowed her eyes, flowed all over her cheeks, and fell down her chin to the hem of her clothes, she closed her eyes, her shoulders kept shaking with sobbing, and her eyelashes were wet and stuck together with tears, hanging weakly.

The world of dreams was clearly ahead, so gorgeous, yet so strange, and the huge blank feeling was like a twisted tentacle, unscrupulously piercing into her body, winding into her heart and lungs, suffocating and numb.

The wheels of fate converge from end to end, and it seems that there is no end from beginning to end.

The old gods are dead, and the new gods are standing again...

It's like a never-ending cycle.

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The royal guards had just seen the Death Bird, and they were all kneeling on one knee in that direction in awe, not noticing Her Majesty's tears.

It wasn't until the sound of horses' hooves that they looked back at Solandale.

The Laurel Queen's face was full of tears, and she looked at the dead bird in the distance, and her eyes were full of determination again, just like the previous half-life of 14 years.

It does not matter...

She told herself in her heart -

Everything, but all over again.

Seeing Solandel raised

Long whip, the imperial guards were stunned, and it was too late to chase after her, so they could only shout at her back, "Your Majesty, where are you going?"

The sun was shining high in the sky, and Solandelle was riding towards the unknown road, and the cold winter wind howled around, leaving her unshakable voice:

"We

It's the wrong way."

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Ink-scented Pisces