Please Put Me on the Throne of Heroes

It was like the remnant of Surut was swallowed up by the earth and turned into nourishment for the earth to grow faster.

The only difference is that Surut is dead, but this already collapsed belt of lore seems to have been swallowed by the gluttonous king, but it is still continuing in his body.

So after fusion.

The Lost Belt will also become part of Earth.

Russia in the Lost Belt continues in this world.

The territory guarded by the cruel and stubborn king can finally usher in the spring after the long winter.

Anastasia woke up from the ice coffin, holding the fluffy skirt, and slowly stepped out of the castle carved from ice and snow. The goal was the colorful sunlight falling on her soft and fair skin, shining a crystal clear .

The incoming wind carries the beauty of the world's hills that have never been warm and covered with greenery,

Here is the earth.

Never felt before... the real earth.

The princess who has been living in the frozen world widened her eyes.

What I saw and felt was completely unbelievable.

Chapter 31 Alien God

In this world line where Rowe has always been active, Anastasia also exists.

She was the daughter of the last tsar, but she was caught in the flames at the time of world change and died as a result.

Although the experience of the same person in different world lines is bound to be different.

But at this moment, Anastasia, who merged into this world with the "Mysterious Belt" swallowed by Ivan the Terrible, got the memory of her "self" about this world, but I can also feel this place The panic and fear of the 'self'.

When Tsarist Russia collapsed, she was still young and witnessed the collapse of the empire and the death of her parents. The last tsar was brutal and terrifying. However, for a young girl, all she felt was the harshness of her parents. and loving kindness.

Anastasia was not innocent, this was something she recognized when she heard the descriptions of her three older sisters before Lie Yan arrived.

The feudal emperors always betrayed the people and were oppressed by the people. Even if they never took the initiative, their luxurious life as the royal family was always oppressed.

But to know is to know, and to recognize is to recognize clearly.

The fear of actually experiencing people's resistance, the oppression of facing death, is still different.

The world, young Anastasia, was terrified.

And myself...

The life of the princess of the Lost Belt is no better than that of the last princess.

Ivan the Terrible turned everyone into demon gods and ruled the snow-covered World of Warcraft for hundreds of years. The first czar is also the last czar. Anastasia, who should not have been born, is still in the world that is about to be destroyed. Born on the eve of the end.

She is the last crystallization of humans in the Lost Belt, a direct descendant of the Tsar, and the only 'seed' bred in the snowstorm that can bloom in spring.

However, even though the first tsar had cared for her in every possible way, Anastasia was born to only see the eternal bleakness.

Lonely, lonely, Lei Di will protect her, but the God of Warcraft will never talk to her. Thousands of monsters guard her, but the roaring cry never knows what it means.

No one to communicate with, no shadow to truly solace.

Eternal loneliness is eternal pain.

She was born to wait for the end.

All things will perish.

Everything will fall apart.

Anastasia fell into eternal sleep after the gluttonous tsar devoured the world in his majestic form.

until now.

Until this moment...

"Is this, spring?"

The snow-capped mountains under her feet gradually melted away, and Anastasia raised her head, and what she saw was a blue sky and verdant mountains and rivers that she had never seen before.

She is wearing long snow-white hair, embracing a puppet transformed into a snow fairy, with strands of hair floating on her forehead, covering a pretty and delicate face, a graceful and exquisite body wrapped in a gorgeous court dress, and an open chest Bare, white and round, with slightly raised toes, the slender legs under the hazy and swaying skirt are exposed, the hips are gracefully arched, and the raised hands seem to want to catch the sun...

Catch the warmth she's never seen, never felt.

Got.

But suddenly feel confused.

This is also Russia, but it is already modern...

This is an era without Tsarist Russia, let alone Ivan the Terrible.

Whether it is the self in this world or the self in the Lost Belt, here... it seems that there is no destination.

Spring has come.

The princess of the Winter Empire...where should she go?

Looking at the vast verdant land, Anastasia suddenly hesitated after experiencing the initial joy.

Should she move forward?

Should we fully integrate into this world?

But after she turned around, she no longer had a home.

Where should I go back?

The dazed princess paused in place, facing the sun, but suddenly her eyes widened.

In the sunlight, she saw a figure woven with endless brilliance.

Saw the 'Lord'...

The Russian Tsar's family were all devout Catholics.

Here the Lord asked her, "Are you longing for refuge?"

"Asylum..." Anna couldn't deny it.

She was indeed longing for shelter.

No matter how much pain she has experienced, no matter how much loneliness she has experienced...along the way, Anastasia has always been protected by her people.

The daughter of the last tsar did not really walk out of the ivory tower until she was dying.

The princess protected by Ivan the Terrible has never been alone.

But you have always been the Tsar's daughter.

"No one in this world can protect anyone forever. The only one who can really protect you is yourself."

"You come."

Dimly, Anastasia followed her desire and took a step forward.

Then she widened her eyes slightly.

Between the haze...

She seems to have returned to the past, back to a long, long time ago.

She was still the last princess who lived in a time when the world was changing and communicating. She stood at the ball in the palace, dressed gorgeously, and enjoyed the envy, longing, and admiration of countless people.

Everyone felt ashamed in front of her.

But there was a man who was out of place at the ball and reached out to her at this ball.

The man was wearing a taupe military uniform.

That man did not have the pretentiousness of aristocrats, nor the pretentious elegance of the so-called upper class.

He didn't come to invite the noble princess to dance with him.

Instead invite her...

Get out of this resplendent ivory tower.

He is indeed not aristocratic.

It was a revolutionary army mixed into the palace.

This is something Anna didn't know until later.

But she did not regret accepting his invitation, because after leaving the court, she saw the real world and knew the pain of the lower classes. As the last princess, she participated in the revolution...

Instead of waiting for the flames to devour him, he jumped into the sea of ​​flames.

She has experienced countless battlefields.

The appearance is still exquisite and beautiful, and is envied by others, but the last princess has already grasped the sword.

She took her own life.

She took the lead in tearing down the ivory tower she once lived in.

Tsarist Russia has completely collapsed.

What was subsequently established was a state belonging to the people.

The Anastasia recorded in history has long since died, but in the flames of lava, a revolutionary named Anastasia was born.

After all, the blood of the Tsar flows through her body.

Tsar's blood is never glory, but full of sin.

Only you can cleanse yourself.

Even the person who invited her out of the ivory tower in the first place had already died in the flames of the war.

But she finally wears the crown again in the new world.

That's not a crown.

Rather a crown named 'Changemaker'.

Anastasia opened her eyes again, the gorgeous court dress was still gorgeous, and the figure of the girl holding the doll was still beautiful.

However the timeline changes.