In the Name of the Queen

December 27, 1795.

The winter of this year was so warm that it was suffocating.

The whole world was in such chaos that it was suffocating.

As the war on the Rodinian continent became more and more intense, the flames of war gradually spread to other continents.

The natives of the southern continent took up spears and bows and arrows to attack the tribes next door. Their goal was clear: to capture the tribes next door as slaves and sell them to the big countries that needed population.

These people felt no guilt for selling their compatriots who were of the same origin but from different tribes.

They did not consider the tribes next door to be their compatriots.

As long as they resold the slaves, they could exchange them for wealth and advanced weapons, so why not do it?

These unfortunate slaves crossed the ocean and were received by the Rodinian countries, where they were arranged to work day and night in sweatshops until they died.

This phenomenon has always existed for hundreds of years, but because the major powers in Rodinia still had to save some face, it was openly prohibited.

But as the war became increasingly cruel, some countries not only used slaves as hard labor, but even sent them to the front line as filler babies.

This war completely tore apart the fig leaf of the Rodinian countries that claimed to be a civilized world.

Roland looked at this scene indifferently, his heart as cold as a polar glacier.

He couldn't stop it, and he didn't bother to care. Perhaps this was the inevitability of history. It happened in the previous era, it happened in another world, and now it was just a replay.

Looking at the intelligence summary flying like snowflakes, Roland was inexplicably a little bored.

He suddenly realized that he was a little far away from these mundane struggles.

From mid-December, he and Sif and others went to White Mountain to make final preparations.

He had a hunch that Sophia would not refuse this decisive battle site.

After all, this is a snowy mountain. How could the Queen of Winter refuse to fight with others in the snowy mountain?

White Mountain is not far from Val City. Christine, who is responsible for maintaining the last line of defense in Val City, sends people to deliver the intelligence summary to Roland every day, and today is no exception.

Standing on the top of the White Mountain, Roland saw the intelligence officer climbing up the snowy trail at a high speed. It turned out to be Raikkonen?

Roland's heart trembled, realizing that today's intelligence would be more important.

Cruel war is a disaster and an opportunity. Some people can't survive, while others thrive.

Raikkonen is the most outstanding of the countless rising stars who emerged in this war.

He is now a lieutenant general in the army, a hereditary baron, and he is not even twenty years old.

The only ones who can compare with him in promotion speed are Dai Long, Jace, Tom, Jerry and a few confidants promoted by Roland himself.

Of course, if Christine is included, no one can compare.

Christine is now the Grand Marshal of Sussex and Golden Kite. She controls the military power alone and has the final say in the military field.

She is also the Earl of Golden Kite and Sussex.

Although she doesn't value secular power very much, Roland gives her all the respect she deserves.

Her outstanding military talent and cold-blooded character made her a nightmare for the army.

Many people complained about her in front of Roland, and even important officials such as Walder and Alban repeatedly reminded Roland not to give all military power to Christine alone.

If she had problems, it would be all over.

Eggs cannot be put in one basket, this is the iron rule of investment. These people's kind reminders and complaints are fine, but Roland has no choice.

Don't trust Christine? Of course, who will be invited to command the coalition forces of more than one million people?

As we all know, commanding a local conflict of more than 10,000 people is the upper limit for most generals. Those who can command tens of thousands of people to carry out campaign-level military operations are worthy of the title of excellent generals.

Those who can command wars of hundreds of thousands of people are famous generals of the time.

There is only one such person, Christine, in the coalition camp.

On the contrary, there are three famous generals of this level on the Holy Alliance side.

Suvorokin of the Vladimir Empire, von Karma of the Pruden Kingdom, and Matsen of the Tyrol Kingdom.

Fortunately, Christine took advantage of the chaos in a previous battle to make the old Marshal Suvorokin fall off his high-speed horse and eventually die of his injuries. Otherwise, the coalition would be at a greater disadvantage.

Suvorokin's death also brought about subtle changes.

The organizer of the Holy Alliance was the Vladimir Empire. They were the strongest, and they should be the commander-in-chief of the coalition. This was reasonable, and the other two countries had no objections. After all, Suvorokin was a famous general that everyone believed in.

However, Suvorokin died.

The Kingdom of Pruden and the Kingdom of Tyrol had ideas.

A famous general is not a radish in the field. Sowing seeds in spring will yield results in autumn.

After Suvorokin's death, the Holy Alliance never appointed a new commander, which slowed down their offensive a lot.

Looking at Raikkonen's hurried appearance, Roland felt a little uneasy.

His anxiety did not last too long, and Raikkonen soon came to him.

Stand at attention, salute, and hand over the sealed intelligence bag. There was no extra nonsense throughout the whole process.

He is now a completely different person from the Sun paparazzi back then.

Looking at Roland's solemn expression, Raikkonen stood very honestly beside him, waiting quietly.

Just three months ago, his father came all the way from the capital to the front line to see him. Seeing his rapid growth, his father was happy but also a little worried.

He even joked about what would happen if he hadn't introduced Raikkonen to Roland back then.

The old father was worried that his son would get into trouble in the war, after all, he was his only son.

But Raikkonen didn't think so.

A man should naturally make achievements for the country and seek wealth for himself and his family. How could he be a paparazzi for life?

Paparazzi can only work at noon, after all, something will happen sooner or later.

War is dangerous, but Raikkonen has full confidence in Roland.

When bidding farewell to his old father, Raikkonen smiled and comforted his old father, "If it weren't for Governor Roland's appreciation and promotion of me, I would still be a paparazzi now. Although there is nothing wrong with being a paparazzi, it is obviously more valuable to be a majestic general."

He didn't care about his father's worries.

Unless you cross the shackles and ascend to the realm of God, people will always die. If you can make achievements before you die, it will be worth living a glorious life.

Although Roland was uneasy, Raikkonen, who was standing below him, was full of confidence in him.

Roland has created countless miracles, and he will create more miracles.

Although the army of the Holy Alliance has successively conquered many important cities, and even captured Hansa City, the second capital overseas, Raikkonen is still full of confidence.

He is responsible for intelligence collection and analysis and knows the real situation of the war very well.

The strength comparison between the two sides is not as scary as the battle line, and the battle loss ratio between the two sides is also advantageous on the side of the Free Alliance. Coupled with the blockade of the sea transportation line, the Holy Alliance is already at a disadvantage.

Just a week ago, the fleet of the Kingdom of Nubia became history, and the remnants of General Hai Ao also became history.

Raikkonen is somewhat incomprehensible about this naval battle.

Just because there is one more red-haired pirate, can the originally tense naval battle be quickly ended?

Naval battles are not land battles. Although there are also miraculous battles, more of them are the ruthless crushing of the strong against the weak.

Raikkonen certainly doesn't understand that multiple red-haired pirates may not be a big deal, but one more Marshal Haiyan is different.

With the annihilation of the Nubian Navy, the naval battle was completely suspenseless, and the Holy Alliance could no longer obtain any supplies from the sea.

Their already few colonies became a sourceless water, and were soon divided up by Sussex and the Golden Kite Kingdom according to the agreement.

Raikkonen, who had detailed intelligence, saw clearly that the wild attack of the Holy Alliance was the last gamble.

If they could not crush the Free Alliance in a short period of time and let the war last for two or three more years, the Free Alliance would win.

This was a strategic victory.

But a strategic victory was not a complete victory. The Holy Alliance at least had a chance to go all out.

If they could penetrate the Rodinia continent, destroy the Golden Kite Kingdom, and drive the Sussex Empire out, the situation would be different.

No matter how many overseas colonies they had, they could not compare with the Central Continent Rodinia, which had comprehensive advantages in resources, population, and territory.

The best result at that time would be a battle between the two powers.

Raikkonen carefully observed Roland's expression, hoping to get some valuable exclusive information from his expression.

Unfortunately, he failed.

Roland just frowned slightly, without much expression.

The Governor must be thinking about how to crush the enemy's gamble! Raikkonen thought silently.

As Roland's earliest confidant, he preferred to call Roland the Governor.

Raikkonen didn't know that Roland's mind was blank.

He could understand the trend of a normal war. He could only say that everything was under control. He seemed to be at a disadvantage, but in fact, he had an infinite advantage. The only thing he couldn't understand was Sofia.

Since the outbreak of the war, she was there, but it was no different from not being there.

She neither interfered with military operations nor political logistics, but simply watched.

After Suvorokin was killed, she didn't even appoint a new commander-in-chief of the coalition forces.

Everyone wanted to know what Sofia wanted to do.

Was she just waiting for the last day to come out and kill all the hostile superhumans?

It sounded outrageous, but it seemed to be the most logical inference.

Based on the information currently obtained, Roland could only draw this conclusion.

Because it was too outrageous, Roland didn't even know how to complain.

After a long silence, he slowly asked, "What does the Marshal think?"

"Marshal, she is building the Holy Spring Defense Line. She said this is the last position and she will not be allowed to retreat even a step." Raikkonen said softly.

She admired Christine's ability very much, but she was also trembling with her indifference.

He instinctively wanted to leave this dangerous guy.

"Holy Spring Defense Line?" Roland nodded, showing his understanding.

Christine believed in light because she was someone who could listen to the goddess's oracle.

The Holy Spring is a miracle, and of course it cannot be given away.

It is indeed a good idea to make the last defense at the Holy Spring. After drinking the Holy Spring water, the seriously injured warrior stood up and continued to fight. This miracle was a huge boost to morale.

Similarly, the morale of the opponent will collapse quickly.

They will feel that they are fighting against the gods and are destined to have no chance of winning.

Even from the perspective of God, Roland can't think of a better choice. Although the miracle of the Holy Spring will make Christine's position among believers unshakable, he has no choice.

Since you believe, trust to the end.

Let's celebrate the return day first, and then think about other things.

Roland thought again and again, and reminded softly: "Raikkonen, please tell the marshal that people have infinite possibilities when they are alive, and everything is over when they die. If Sophia takes action personally, please come to me immediately."

Although Christine was blessed by the goddess of light, she was definitely not Sophia's opponent.

If you need to retreat, you must retreat.

Seeing that Roland had no more instructions, Raikkonen immediately took the order and left.

He never asked Roland how likely he was to win or how to resist Sofia's desperate attack.

Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't say what you shouldn't say.

If you don't even have this basic quality, you might as well go back and be a paparazzi.

After watching Raikkonen leave, Roland looked back at the golden ginkgo tree and the sea of ​​flowers.

Sif was in the sea of ​​flowers, quietly waiting for Sofia.

Lisa was near the crater, absorbing the energy of the lava and making final preparations.

Alina was between them. She moved the largest telescope over and transformed it into a temporary observatory. She took a nap during the day and looked at the stars at night, with a smile on her lips all the time.

She looked calm, not like she was preparing for the final battle, but like she was telling a child about the constellations.

Everyone looked calm, but Roland could feel the suffocating atmosphere.

Everyone can say that they are indifferent to life and death, and transcend life and death, but when facing life and death, the strong desire to survive will overwhelm everything.

He cast his eyes on the city of Val at the foot of the mountain again.

The looming city walls, the misty holy spring, and the floating command center that was floating above the battlefield.

This is also the confidence of Roland to let Christine fight Sophia.

No matter how strong Sophia is, can she still fly hundreds of meters high and chop Christine?

As long as Christine is not stupid enough to come down by herself, she will be fine.

The final battle site can only be the White Mountain.

This is the top of Rodinia, a snowy mountain with snow all year round, a blazing volcano, and a place where flowers bloom.

Sophia, I'm waiting for you here, don't let me down.

Outside the Vladimir Empire camp, a blue-haired woman standing on a mountain peak and letting the strong wind blow past her face slowly raised her head and looked at the White Mountain dozens of miles away.

The corners of her lips twitched, as if she was saying something, but also as if she was saying nothing.

If someone happened to pass by here, they would definitely be surprised.

The snowflakes flying in the air drifted away one meter away from the blue-haired woman, and no snowflakes fell on her shoulders.

This touch of blue became a different style in the snow scene.

She withdrew her gaze from Baishan and looked at the coalition camp again.

She couldn't see everyone's face clearly, but she could feel the chaos of this army.

There would be no chaos if there was no chaos. She never appointed a commander-in-chief of the coalition, but let each country fight for its own goals according to the predetermined goals.

Her operation almost made the two famous generals of the coalition have a cerebral hemorrhage.

No one knew what she was thinking, and some even doubted whether they could win.

What's there to doubt about? The war had been lost long ago, and the current attack was a spent force.

Sophia thought silently in her heart that the reason why the coalition could still maintain its offensive was actually because she hoped that she could turn the tide.

Since everyone was so looking forward to it, let's go.

Sophia's figure flashed and disappeared in the vast snow.

Standing at the gate of the camp, Angelina looked at the Val City not far away with a sad face, and couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

She couldn't understand the war at all.

Her Majesty Sophia had not issued any orders since the war began. She ran to Sophia for instructions more than once, but there was no response.

Is Your Majesty really going to give up this war?

Unlike the blind optimism of the grassroots soldiers, Angelina knew very well that this was really the last chance, and the hope was slim.

If the epic victory in the Val City Battle could not be achieved, the coalition's offensive would gradually weaken, and then fail under the crushing of the Free Alliance's industry and resources.

Angelina bit her lip and prepared to return to the camp.

She decided that even if she had to give up the dominance of the battlefield, she would ask the famous Pruden general Kalma to serve as the commander-in-chief and organize the attack.

As for Mattson, I'm sorry, the army can only have one commander-in-chief, he can either be a deputy or withdraw from this stage.

Angelina, who had made the decision, no longer hesitated and walked towards the main camp with a firm step.

Just when she walked a few steps away, she suddenly stopped and turned slowly in disbelief.

A familiar figure appeared in front of her.

"Your Majesty!"

Angelina choked, unable to hide her grievance, "Your Majesty, I thought you didn't want me anymore."

"You have done a good job, leave the next thing to me."

Sophia's lips showed a cold smile, and she said lightly: "I will personally lead the coalition forces to kill the enemy."

Angelina's slender body trembled slightly, and she couldn't believe her ears.

"Go, call them, I want to assign tasks." Sophia said softly.

Angelina's excited tears flowed, she was very sure that Sophia was back, her originally haggard face seemed to be soaked in warm water, and instantly stretched.

Angelina ran towards the main camp, and even slipped hard on the snow on the ground.

Looking at her weak but strong back, Sophia rarely showed a smile of approval.

Although Angelina was still a little immature and her overall ability was not as good as Roland, she tried hard to reconcile the internal and external contradictions, barely holding the coalition forces together without a commander, and always keeping the war outside the country.

She did a good job.

Maybe she was far inferior to Roland, but she was enough.

If Sif, Roland, Alina, Lisa, Christine and others were all killed, who dared to say that the balance of war would not tilt.

A cold light flashed in Sophia's eyes, and she held the transparent blue sword in her right hand, full of fighting spirit.

Floating Command Center, this large airship that looks like a small fortress was dug out from the underground ruins of Hansa City a few months ago.

Christine renamed this airship from the strange Hindenburg to the Light.

Hindenburg has long been annihilated in the long river of history, but light lasts forever!

Christine was very satisfied with her name change. She leisurely boarded this floating airship and commanded the entire war here.

She yawned, her bloodshot eyes were a little hideous, and her already fair face was pale because of long-term excessive energy consumption.

Vampire eyes, banshee complexion.

This is probably the best description of her mental state.

She was really tired.

She couldn't remember how many days she hadn't slept well, and she could only take a moment to sleep secretly.

The negative effects of long-term staying up late and insomnia are very significant.

Her face lost its luster, and even had some acne. Fortunately, there are more stigmata on her face, which can cover these blemishes.

Christine secretly looked at the holy water bottle placed next to her.

Her face was reflected on the crystal clear surface of the holy water bottle, revealing every detail.

Christine sighed in her heart, hoping that the goddess would forgive her for lying.

She actually cared a lot about her appearance and feminine charm, and she was just being stubborn before.

After this battle, she would have a good rest and make up for the lost youthful charm.

She even planned to use her power for personal gain and use a mask soaked in holy water to moisturize.

Just as Christine was thinking about it, a long horn sounded.

She quickly came to the guardrail of the airship and raised the telescope to look at the enemy.

She saw a familiar figure that she hadn't seen for a long time, Sophia.

She saw Sophia's eyes clearly, which were a pure breath of destruction.

Sophia was here to kill people.

Christine's little heart was beating wildly. Although she survived the last conflict by chance, she also recognized Sophia's true strength.

Even if she activated the power secretly lent to her by the Goddess of Light, she would never be a match for Sophia.

Sophia was so strong that she looked like a monster.

Her style was completely different from that of the other seven strong men. If other extraordinary men were mortals on the road to becoming strong, Sophia was a god of the same level.

A bold idea flashed through Christine's mind.

If the goddess and Sophia were at the same level of strength, could she beat Sophia?

This bold idea scared Christine.

Repent, must repent! The great goddess is invincible, even if they are at the same level, she can definitely kill Sophia easily.

Right?

Christine had no time to think about the answer, because Sophia had already arrived.

Sophia, who personally served as the commander-in-chief, greatly inspired the fighting spirit of the coalition forces and gave them a unified command.

They launched a charge fearlessly.

A company fell, a battalion fell, a regiment fell

Thousands of people fell on the charge, they didn't care at all, and even died with a smile on their faces.

This is Sophia's appeal, she is the biggest trump card of the Holy Alliance.

The first line of defense was breached, the second line of defense was breached, and the Holy Spring defense line was trembling!

Christine squinted her eyes, holding the holy water bottle and pouring holy water continuously to replenish the energy of the Holy Spring.

The war entered a white-hot stage.

The Holy Alliance coalition used courage to make up for the losses, and the Free Alliance coalition used the Holy Spring to make up for the gap in numbers and combat power.

Sophia seemed to be the god of death shuttled through the battlefield, holding the azure sword in her right hand and moving forward slowly.

No one dared to stop her progress.

Occasionally, there were blind idiots rushing up, and Sophia was too lazy to draw her sword, but the cold air surging around her froze these ignorant idiots into pieces.

Sophia stopped a hundred meters away from the Holy Spring.

"This is the forbidden land of the Court of Light. Heretics are forbidden to pass!" A young officer bravely stood in front of Sophia, holding a sharp blade.

Sophia placed her right hand on the hilt of the sword expressionlessly.

"Your courage is qualified to be buried with the Holy Spring."

She said word by word, and her voice resounded throughout the battlefield.

The originally noisy battlefield suddenly became much quieter.

The soldiers were dumbfounded. Did Sophia intend to cut off the Holy Spring with a sword?

Let's not talk about the strength of the Holy Spring. Even if it is just an ordinary spring, can you use a knife? Waving a sword at the Holy Spring is a standard blasphemy.

Is Sophia really going to blaspheme?

Christine, who was remotely commanding the entire army on the airship, was also stunned.

Is Sophia crazy? The material of the Holy Spring is mysterious. Even the God's Punishment War can only temporarily close some of the functions of the Holy Spring and cannot destroy it.

Although Sophia is proficient in combat skills, can she destroy the Holy Spring?

Under Christine's puzzled gaze, Sophia drew her sword.

Christine could never describe the feeling of seeing this sword light.

Time and space seemed to freeze at this moment, and the sword of only one meter released sword energy of more than one hundred meters.

The blue light flashed like an explosion, making many people unable to open their eyes.

Sophia's seemingly casual sword reached the peak in terms of attack range and speed.

Christine couldn't even see the speed of the sword.

The wind rose and the snow came.

The already violent wind and snow attacked from all directions and turned into ice around Sophia.

"Cut!"

Sophia shouted lightly, and the sword energy slashed towards the holy spring.

Christine breathed a sigh of relief. Although the combat power displayed by Sophia was terrifyingly strong, it was all within her expectations.

But I didn't expect this guy to have such a crazy idea to cut off the holy spring.

Christine made a gesture of invitation in the air to mock Sophia's stupidity.

If you have the ability, just cut off the holy spring and let me open my eyes.

Christine's lips were a little sarcastic and mocking.

Just as she smiled, Sophia's lips also rose slightly, and her eyes were full of smiles.

"Freeze!"

Sophia didn't want to destroy the holy spring, but to let the holy spring feel the weight of winter.

Christine's face turned pale.

She stared at the holy spring ice sculpture blankly, shook her head desperately, and muttered to herself:

"No, it's impossible, that's the holy spring, how can the holy spring be frozen!"