Queen and Her Duke

Apart from Wen Lin, there was only one soldier on the Sistine's ship.

The reason why they dared to be so unscrupulous was because the entire deck of Wen Lin's ship was filled with asphalt and kerosene. In front of Sistine's fleet was a row of flames, and countless ignited rockets were heading towards the ship. In the direction of the boat, pull to full string.

Field's eyes moved away from Wen Lin with difficulty. With red eyes, he tightened every muscle on his body, alerting to other possible changes around him.

The soldiers with the best water are leading the potential bottom of the ship, led by Bachbaum, and they try to save Wenlin by piercing the bottom of the ship when they were pirates.

The rhythm of reloading under the ribs is getting faster and faster. Since Queen Bonnie's death, Vicia has never been so panicked as now, and there are countless cracked fine lines on her feigned calm face.

The king sword clasped in her hand fell below the deck with a bang, and Vicia could hardly stand up because of the heartache.

As the world was spinning, Field silently supported Vicia's arm, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty Wen Lin is still waiting for you to save her."

This sentence seemed to give Vicia infinite power. She opened her mouth and loosened her fingers bit by bit. She called out a few times with difficulty,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, Your Excellency Wen Lin."

The person hanging on the cross didn't respond, Vicia increased the volume, but still didn't respond.

Her heart seemed to be crushed by some invisible force in an instant. After a moment of trembling, Visia suddenly realized a possibility.

Vicia dragged her stiff body to the bow, she raised her volume and called Wen Lin's name over and over.

After a long time, the person hanging on the cross shook his head very slightly.

The gleam that settled in the depths of the blue pupil flickered and trembled uncontrollably. Vicia stared at the Sistine fleet on the opposite side, her face suddenly sharp,

"Go and tell Gru, I'm going to board your ship to see if it's Wen Lin."

The two boats met, and Vicia walked to the cross under the watchful eyes of everyone.

As long as the Sistine shoots a rocket at this moment, Queen Golan is very likely to die at sea.

Everyone in Golan watched Vishiya's movements nervously, not knowing what to do.

The Sistine proposed the terms of a truce last night. The lion's proclaimed emperor almost emptied the Golan's treasury. The most striking thing was that he asked the Golan to offer everything about the reform of the Golan, including everything Everything new after Wen Lin appeared, including peasants and slaves who mastered new farming methods.

It was a very humiliating treaty, but it was much wiser to accept it than to become a Sistine colony.

Wen Lin hangs high in the air, her body is covered in blood, and her whole body should not be nailed to the cross in a twisted, exaggerated and weird arc.

Vicia raised her head high, water light fell from the end of her eyes, she waved her hand restrainedly, and Field grasped the only guarded soldier to the far side.

A trembling hand carefully rested on the soles of Wen Lin's feet, and a whimper that approached suffocation escaped from the depths of Vicia's throat.

"Wen Lin, I beg you to wait a little longer, until I take you home, back to the White House, back to the small house in Yinhe Village."

Vicia leaned on the icy cross, her back bent, wailing and begging in a gesture of earnest humility.

No one noticed a dark blue luster looming on the inside of Wen Lin's wrist, and the net-like veins gradually converged into a circular pattern, which was the plane figure of the small ball left by Mrs. Gunneville.

At the same time, Wen Lin coughed, and the blood clot choked from her throat fell.

The pain seemed to never stop. Cold and heat alternated in the torn flesh. Wen Lin wanted to open her mouth to respond to Vicia, but there was no sound in her throat.

As time passed, her body seemed to be conscious, and Wen Lin seemed to be able to clearly perceive Vicia's suppressed hoarse cry, her trembling, her tears...

There was a strong **** smell in the breath. Gradually, a strong pain came from the inside of Wen Lin's wrist, and a blood mist was scattered in the swift sea breeze.

"Vishia," was Wen Lin's voice.

Vicia raised her eyes in the face of the scorching light, and her emotions were squirming hard at the bottom of her eyes, and a moment of joy spurted out, throwing away any scruples, Vicia said to Wen Lin over and over again,

"Your Excellency, use the holy relic to save you, ... save you."

"It can save you, I know, you hurry up..."

Vicia's words were out of tune, mixed with extremely suppressed choking.

Feeling the warm current on her wrist and her gradually sobering sanity, Wen Lin narrowed her eyes with difficulty, her vision became clear, she endured the severe pain and turned her head to observe the situation on the sea.

Nothing needs to be said. Feeling the weak connection between her body and the Metaverse, the muscles on Wen Lin's face moved. She tried her best to show a smile, but found that she couldn't smile no matter what.

The faithfulness left by Father Carson was left by Gunneville. She wrote her origin in the letter in Chinese and the small ball that should be called "metaverse".

In the current earth civilization, the Metaverse can indeed be called a sacred object. It can stagnate, reverse, and travel through time, and it can control the wind and rain, and instantly cure diseases. It seems to be omnipotent.

However, it is very regrettable that Wen Lin learned from the images retained by the metaverse that it needs to rely on the internal energy of the universe during gravitational collapse to maintain energy.

Now that the metaverse in Wen Lin's hands has long been exhausted, Wen Lin has already arranged what it should be used for.

Wen Lin suddenly struggled for a while, she tried her best to open her eyes, trying to see Vicia's face clearly.

That is her lover, the lover she is willing to sacrifice for without turning back, she is reluctant to...

The injuries on her body were too severe, and Wen Lin knew very well that her body couldn't hold up any longer.

There was the roar of the wind and the waves in her ears. Wen Lin lowered her head helplessly, her eyes were flushed, and she fainted from the shallow moisture, but she never shed any tears. Her voice was low and hoarse.

"Your Majesty Vicia, do what a monarch should do."

"You are a unique monarch. They will all look up to you in the future. The only thing missing is time."

"Your Majesty, I am not afraid of death, pain, or torture. I will become the wind of Golan and witness your glory and victory."

"The last thing I can do for you is to send you victory in this war."

In the last sentence, Wen Lin just moved her lips without making any sound. Every time she moved, the blood in her mouth couldn't stop flowing down.

The originally pale complexion turned a strange red at this time, and it seemed that it was slowly improving.

Vicia was sobbing, her forehead pressed against Wen Lin's toes, and she pleaded terribly, "Sir, don't say it anymore, don't say it anymore, you will get better, you will definitely get better."

Closing her eyes, Vihia burst into tears. At this moment, she couldn't help thinking of giving up on herself, no matter what the cost, as long as she could save Wen Lin, she would be willing.

The Sistine's rocket streaking overhead was their impatient warning.

Bishop Gru was surprised to see Wen Lin's changes in the telescope. She seemed to be alive again. Gru was shaking with excitement. He was sure that the relic was on Wen Lin.

Vicia wiped away her tears. She looked deeply at the Sistine Fleet not far away, and the intense resentment and anger engulfed her in an instant when Vicia turned around.

She swore that she would make everyone pay the price.

Bach and Bam, who were at the bottom of the water, never received the signal for action. Vicia walked back to Golan's ship in silence. Wen Lin's situation did not allow rescue at all.

Golan's ship did not sail back to the coast, but stayed in the middle of the sea. Vicia stood on the bow, facing the direction of the Armada, and at the same time sent a small boat to hand over the handwritten letter that had been prepared earlier to the messenger.

In the letter, Vicia agreed to all of Sistine's demands.

However, under the gaze of a pair of frightened eyes, Wen Lin's ship suddenly burst into flames, like the sun falling on the undulating sea.

At the same moment, the grand flame seemed to stagnate for a moment, and then the wind changed.

The originally bright weather was instantly obscured by light gray thick dark clouds, which were lowered lowly. The sea breeze reversed the wind direction, wrapped in fire, and headed towards the Armada that was connected by iron chains at a very fast speed.

The strong wind fueled the fire, and the Sistine and the Fasai fell into a brief panic and confusion. They watched in horror at the unreal change in front of them.

The sea seemed to be boiling, and as the fireboat approached, they could even feel the vibrations and air waves set off by the sea of ​​fire.

"Fire arrows, fire!"

Rayleigh shouted the order, the soldiers pulled the bowstring desperately and threw cannonballs, arrows and cannonballs like torrential rain attacked Wen Lin.

When approaching the fire ship, it seemed to be blocked in the air by some invisible force, and then reversed its trajectory and fell heavily on the sea.

No attack can stop this self-destructing ship. Its speed is fast, as fast as a gust of wind. Whether it is a fierce cannonball or a piercing arrow, they are without exception, and they can't even touch the hull of the ship. arrive.

Like a huge burning sword, it fearlessly charged towards the Armada.

The moment before they hit the fleet, Wen Lin and Vicia looked at each other across the sea of ​​flames.

Wen Lin knew that she was being swallowed by air waves and flames. She could even clearly feel the passing of life. Vicia's figure gradually blurred. She tried her best to open her eyes and told her not to be sad or cry.

She said, "Goodbye, my majesty."

Vicia's pupils dilated suddenly, and her ribs seemed to be broken at that moment, "No," this sound was so soft that no one could hear it clearly, but for Vicia, it was already hoarse and heart-wrenching. pink.

The lead-colored clouds seemed to merge with the swept sea of ​​fire, the deafening explosion sounded, Wen Lin was laughing, her blood-covered body and her smile merged into Vichy's pupils,

Vicia wanted to rush over, her legs moved, her body staggered, and Wang Jian was deeply inserted into the deck.

In Vicia's broken eyes, the ship covered with asphalt and kerosene exploded.

The fire spread rapidly and rose suddenly, like a high wall of fire standing in the waves, Vicia had a splitting headache, she almost instinctively ran towards Wen Lin.

Just before falling into the sea, Field stretched out his hand and pulled him, "Your Majesty, now is the best time to fight back."

With a splitting headache, Vicia vomited a few mouthfuls of blood. For the first time, she sat down on the deck without any scruples, covering her face and crying.

After a short while, Vicia's crying stopped abruptly.

This is the choice Wen Lin made for Vicia, she chose the victory of this war for her.

The cold and soft liquid fell from the end of Vicia's eyes, and blood oozes from the tooth marks on her pale lips. Vihia held the king's sword and gave a low voice.

The ship returned to the coast at the fastest speed, and then several sailboats, fishing boats, tugboats, barges, and fishing boats rushed towards the invincible fleet in a self-destructive manner.

The ensuing storm ripped the Armada northward, shattering in flames, and then scattered with heavy losses.

Hell forged by fire.

At the end of this war, the rain fell violently, hitting Visia, her shoulder blades, her musculoskeletal...

In the blood and mud, countless people cheered for this impossible victory. They knelt down towards Vicia on the cliff and shouted,

"God bless my lord, long live the queen."

No one knew that at this time Vicia was crying alone amid the cheers, and her soul was broken countless times under her intact body.

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Ah ah ah ah baba baba, can you guess the follow-up plot direction~