Queen and Her Duke

Eggers watched the roses bloom in the flames.

Countless Gospels smashed at her from the crowd, fell at her feet, and were blown away by the wind.

The fragile paper tore and danced wildly in the wind, passed through the empty corridor, and passed around the spire together with the white bird, making a shrill and terrifying cry.

Someone lit the holy fire on the altar, and the raging flames instantly enveloped Vicia.

She stood on the high platform and confronted the bishops across the flames.

No one expected a head-to-head situation.

Eggers wanted to draw the sword, but was stopped in time by the queen's eyes.

She smiled at everyone.

"God has given me the will to rule the country, never to be arrogant and always sane,"

"I, the only master of the Golan, deserve it,"

The Queen's words were like the seeds of fire falling on the thatch, causing an uproar in an instant.

The authority of the Holy See affects every country on the Europa Road, and countless devout believers support the messengers of God, and they cannot be restrained or questioned.

They do not allow any monarch to challenge the authority of the faith.

God is the only master here.

Queen Vicia, blasphemy.

Witnessed by the people of Golan, she uttered blasphemous words.

Under the hostile eyes of the bishop and the old priests, there was a cold and depressing mockery.

Listen, her will has been broken, and the malice from the whole kingdom has drowned her at once.

The devout believers will gnaw at her flesh, rip open her chest, and tear her body and soul apart.

The bishops and priests had serious and terrifying faces. They were hidden in the sinister and twisted outlines. Archbishop Durham, holding the holy book, walked out from behind the Holy Knights. give her a fatal blow,

"Hypocritical, incompetent, despicable thief, a complete heresy, it is your original sin to defile the throne with the body of a woman, you do not repent, try to override the power of God, flood, division... God's wrath will fall on you and those who have betrayed the creed of the church. on your soldiers,"

"You are sin,"

Durham raised his arms and shouted, and someone in the crowd shouted,

"You don't deserve to rule the Golan, you deserve to die,"

"Apologize with death,"

"..."

The holy fire next to the altar burned so fiercely that it almost engulfed the queen.

The results of the Holy See's trial made the wicked people feel ready to move. Eggers drew his long sword. Francis and William ordered the royal knights to gather around the altar, and the crowd began to attack them.

Durham stared at the figure on the altar resentfully, and the bloodthirsty pleasure screamed wildly in his blood.

Be restless, restless, fearful.

Even with the protection of the royal capital's army, the result of the trial will soon set off a wave of rebellion in the Golan. The faster the division and turmoil come, the faster the Golan church will return to the High Court of Power.

Someone rushed to the altar, trying to kill the woman with a sword.

Eggers' sword was faster, blood poured out of his body and sprayed on Eggers' face and hands, and the hot blood quickly became cold.

This is a dangerous signal.

Suddenly more people rushed out, and they clamored for Vicia to die.

Priests disguised as civilians pulled out sharp daggers, confusion, screams, blood.

Pushing, panic, the steps in front of the altar fell one after another, spears pierced their chests, but it seemed that death could not stop the footsteps of the faithful.

A seduced, bewitched, little rebellion.

Vulnerable women and children were pushed over and trampled over them.

Pained howls and panicked cries played out in the chaos, and Vicia looked at them with pain flashing across her face.

The initiator of everything was condescending, looking down at everything that happened coldly.

They clearly saw the pained expression on Vicia's face, which made them very happy.

A satanic prayer, "Let her die by the sword, let her fall, and let her death dispel the cloud over Golan's head,"

Against the background of the golden robes, the filthy excited expressions of the bishops gradually appeared.

Francis was protected by the royal knights, and climbed the altar with difficulty. He walked to Vicia, and anxiety appeared on his face.

"It's out of control, you must leave here as soon as possible and return to the royal court,"

"Go back? Let me leave on a ridiculous charge? No, I never thought of going back,"

Vicia looked up, and she glanced at the towering spire.

In Francis' terrified eyes, Vicia drew out the king's sword and pointed at the cardinal on the holy steps.

The blade shone with a palpitating light in the cold wind, Vicia held her firmly, her blue eyes stared at everyone, she walked down the stairs step by step,

Under the stairs, is violence. moving crowd.

"Come on, if you insult a lowly, weak, and slandered woman, but dedicate all your heart to this country, you can stop fighting and distinguish between good and evil. Even if I tear my skin to pieces, I will be happy."

The queen's skirt was stained with scarlet blood, and Francis stretched out his hand in vain. He watched Vihia step into the abyss in the muddy flesh and blood.

No, this shouldn't be the end for Vicia.

Sadness and powerlessness were hidden deep in Francis' expression of fear and anger, he hurriedly chased after him, guarding by Vicia's side.

Anyone in the crowd could strike the Queen with a fatal blow.

Francis thought sadly, if all this is really sin, let God take him as a sinner too.

There was a brief moment of silence in the crowd as they looked at the monarch who came down from the altar.

Her skin was white and flawless, her countenance was dazzling, there was no anger, no hatred in her eyes,

Not even retreating.

The king's sword held high did not fall on any of the Golan people, and the bright shadow in his eyes seemed to be fragile, but it was quickly replaced by a tough will like a copper wall.

Her voice overshadowed the gloom,

"I firmly believe that the people of the Golan will not continue the false rebellion, and I will refute all false accusations,"

"Archbishop Durham tried to accuse me of sex, flood and childlessness. I will not plead guilty, and I am determined to charge him, a man who truly and truly betrayed his faith,"

"Religion leads people to be good, but he deceives God with the conscience of the believer, condones his own evil and lustful power, he falls into sin, and his hypocritical belief is the source of the real anger of God's punishment."

No one can deny that at this moment, under a woman's body, there is a mind and will that is not inferior to any male monarch.

She walked into the crowd, and people kept falling beside her, blood splashed on her face, and slowly slipped.

Without changing her face, she walked up the steps in front of the church.

The spear in the hands of the Paladin knight pointed straight to her throat.

Vicia smiled contemptuously, "You are the warriors of Golan, I once regarded you as honor,"

Under the horrified gazes of everyone, Visia did not stop, her throat pressed against the sharp blade and continued to move forward.

Bang dang ~ is the sound of a spear falling to the ground.

The royal knights quickly surrounded the past again, and they followed the steps of Vicia and rushed up the stone steps.

She stepped up the last stairs, stopped in front of the closed door, and turned around.

Turning her wrist, Wang Jian followed her movement and stopped on Archbishop Durham's neck.

"What are you doing? Are you trying to shut our mouths with a sword? The followers of God are in every country, and the Golan will not be able to bear the wrath of the Holy Court,"

Durham's face changed greatly, and there was trembling fear in his sharp voice.

This woman, how dare she!

Vicia smiled faintly, and she nodded slightly towards the five bishops who came from afar, showing goodwill.

Everyone looked at her actions, is His Majesty crazy? What does she want to do.

Except for Eggers, Ying Ting still had sharp eyes under his browbones, and he quietly released a signal to the knights on the outermost side of the crowd.

Fight back, start.

"You were deceived by Durham, who tried to drag you into the abyss, who betrayed the temple and indulged in pleasures, a true traitor who has prospered to this day with his brazenness and eloquence. I swear to expose the truth to others,"

"Your Majesty, all allegations need to be substantiated,"

The five trial bishops are still indifferent, they are not afraid, they are different from Durham.

They represented the Holy Court, and once Visia raised her sword against them, there was no doubt that the Golan was declaring war on the other nations.

The smile on Vicia's face suddenly expanded, which is proof, oh, how many women were dragged to the cross and burned to death after being accused at random?

Switching to a hypocritical expression with ease, Vicia said slowly, "I will prove it,"

His voice was low, with unquestionable majesty.

I saw a team of royal knights separated from the crowd, and in front of them were more than twenty figures shrouded in small burqas.

Eggers took out one and pushed the man down in front of Durham.

With an ominous premonition in his heart, Durham rebuked first, "This is another trick you prepared for sophistry!"

Laughing without saying a word, Vicia lifted the burqa on the boy.

Durham took a step back in disbelief, pointed at the boy with a trembling finger, "Why are you here, you're not..."

"Isn't it thrown to the grave, am I right, Archbishop Durham,"

Vicia completed what Duram couldn't say, watching his rosy face turn gray quickly.

The five trial bishops did not know why, and they looked at the flustered Durham, showing obvious uncertainty.

"Dahram, pay attention to your manners.

His throat seemed to be restrained, and Durham breathed heavily, trying to argue before Visiah could tell the truth, with a hollow sound from his mouth. Rebuttable.

The believers looked at the ugliness of the Archbishop of Durham and did not know why.

The bustling voice of discussion spread to everyone's ears, and public opinion began to reverse under the intentional guidance.

Just before the curiosity of the five trial bishops and everyone was exhausted, Eggers said everything,

"The Archbishop of Durham, whom you honor, is a wicked demon who has touched the bodies of young children countless times in the confessional, and he told all the children that it was part of repentance, that he touched the boys' bodies. Birth. genitals. He robs girls of their virginity,"

"The parents of the children are the most devout church believers. He deceives you with lies. The truth is that he is unwilling to bear his lewdness. The children who are molested will be thrown to the grave after being toyed with by him."

The author has something to say: a very sad point is that the final story is based on a real contemporary case where a priest suffering from HIV molested more than 30 children.

Hope all children are treated well in their childhood.