Queen and Her Duke

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

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

Field's eyes were hard to leave Wen Lin's body. He tensed every muscle in his body with red eyes, and was alert to other possible changes around him.

The soldiers with the best water skills were led by Bach Baum to dive into the bottom of the ship. They tried to rescue Wen Lin by cutting through the bottom of the ship when they were pirates.

The pace of reloading under the ribs was getting faster and faster. Ever since the death of Queen Bonnie, Visia had never been so panicked as she is now. There were countless cracked fine lines on her pretendingly calm face.

The Wang Jian that was tightly held in her hand fell to the deck with a bang, Visia was so heartbroken that she could hardly stand up.

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

These words seemed to give Visia infinite strength, she opened her mouth, and let go of the fingers that had dug into the flesh, she called out a few times with difficulty,

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

The person who was hung on the cross did not respond. Visia increased the volume, but there was still no response.

Her heart seemed to be instantly crushed by some invisible force. After the momentary trembling, Visia suddenly realized a certain possibility.

Vicia dragged her stiff body and ran to the bow. She raised her voice and called Wen Lin's name over and over again.

After a long time, the person who was hung on the cross shook his head very slightly.

The faint light settled in the depths of the blue pupils flickered and trembled uncontrollably, Visia stared at the Sistine Fleet on the opposite side, her face suddenly sharp,

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

The two boats were connected, and Visia walked to the cross under the eyes of everyone.

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

Everyone in Golan watched Visia's movements with trepidation, not knowing what to do.

Sistine proposed the terms of the truce last night, and the lion's proclaiming emperor almost emptied the Golan's treasury. All new things appeared after the appearance of Wenlin, including farmers and slaves who mastered new farming methods.

This is an extremely humiliating treaty, but it is obviously wiser to accept it than to become a Sistine colony.

Wen Lin was hanging high in the air, her whole body was covered in blood, her whole body was twisted and nailed to the cross, stretching out an exaggerated and weird arc.

Visia raised her head high, and the watery light fell from the end of her eyes. She waved her hand restrainedly, and Field comprehended the only guarding soldier to the far side.

With trembling hands resting carefully on the soles of Wen Lin's feet, a sob that was close to suffocation escaped from the depths of Visia's throat.

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

Visia leaned on the cold cross, her back bent, begging in a humble gesture of earnestness.

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

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

The pain seemed to never stop, cold and hot alternately in the torn flesh, Wen Lin wanted to open her mouth to respond to Visia, but no sound came out of her throat.

With the passage of time, the body seemed to have consciousness, and Wen Lin seemed to be able to clearly perceive Visia's suppressed hoarse crying, her trembling, her tears...

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

"Vicia," came Wen Lin's voice.

Visia raised her eyes against the scorching light, and her emotions squirmed in the bottom of her eyes with difficulty, a moment of joy gushed out, throwing away any scruples, Visia said to Wen Lin over and over again,

"Your Excellency, use holy objects to save you,...save you."

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

Vicia's speech was out of tune, mixed with extremely suppressed sobs.

Feeling the warm current on her wrist and her gradually sober mind, Wen Lin narrowed her eyes with difficulty, and her vision became clear. Enduring the severe pain, she turned her head and observed the situation on the sea.

Needless to say, feeling the weak connection between the body and the metaverse, the muscles on Wen Lin's face moved. She tried her best to show a smile, but found that no matter what, she couldn't.

The letter left by Father Carson was left by Guinevere. She wrote her origin in the letter in Chinese, and she left behind a 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, travel through time, control 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 to maintain its energy during gravitational collapse.

Now that the metaverse in Wen Lin's hands has long since run out of energy, Wen Lin has already arranged for the use of the remaining energy.

Wen Lin suddenly struggled a lot, and she tried to open her eyes wide, trying to see Visia's face clearly.

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

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

There was the roar of the wind and waves in her ears. Wen Lin lowered her head weakly, her eyes were red and moistened slightly, but she never shed 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 that is lacking is time."

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

"The last thing I can do for you is to give 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 dripping down.

The originally pale complexion turned a strange blush at this time, and it looked like it was slowly getting better.

Visia broke down in tears, her forehead resting on Wen Lin's toes, begging in fear, "Your Excellency, stop talking, stop talking, you will get better, you will definitely get better."

Closing her eyes, Visia burst into tears. At this moment, she couldn't control the self-defeating thought, no matter what price she had to pay, as long as she could save Wen Lin, she would be willing.

Sistine rockets streaked overhead, their impatient warning.

Bishop Gelu was amazed to see the changes in Wen Lin through the binoculars. She seemed to be alive again. Gelu was trembling with excitement. He was sure that the holy object was on Wen Lin.

Visia wiped away her tears, she looked deeply at the Sistine fleet not far away, and the strong resentment and anger engulfed her instantly the moment Visia turned around.

She swore to the death that everyone would pay the price one by one.

Bach and Bam, who were submerged in the water, never received a signal to act. Vicia walked back to Golan's ship in silence. Wen Lin's condition did not allow rescue.

Golan's ship did not sail back to the coast, but stayed in the middle of the sea. Vicia stood at the bow, facing the direction of the Armada, and at the same time sent a small boat to hand over the letter she had prepared long ago to the courier.

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

However, under the gaze of a pair of terrified eyes, the boat Wen Lin was on suddenly burst into flames, like the sun setting on the choppy sea.

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

The original bright weather was covered by light gray thick dark clouds in an instant, and the sea breeze turned the direction of the wind, wrapped in raging fire, and drove towards the invincible fleet connected by iron chains at an extremely fast speed.

The strong wind fueled the fire, and Sistine and the Faser fell into a brief panic and confusion. They watched the unreal changes before them in horror.

The sea water seemed to be boiling, and as the fire boat approached, they could even feel the vibration and air waves caused by the sea of ​​fire.

"Fire the arrows and fire!"

Lei Li yelled orders, and the soldiers desperately pulled the bowstring and threw shells, and arrow shadows and shells hit Wen Lin like a torrential rain.

When approaching the fire boat, it seemed to be blocked in the air by some invisible force, then turned around and fell heavily on the sea surface.

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

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

The moment before hitting the fleet, Wen Lin and Vicia looked at each other from a distance 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. Visia's figure was gradually blurred. She tried her best to open her eyes wide and told her not to be sad or to shed tears.

She said, "My lord, goodbye."

Visia's pupils suddenly dilated, and her ribs seemed to be broken at that moment, "No," the sound was so soft that no one could hear it clearly, but to Visia, it was already hoarse and painful. pink.

The lead-colored clouds seemed to merge with the engulfing sea of ​​flames, deafening explosions sounded, Wen Lin was laughing, her blood-stained body and her smile merged into Visia's pupils,

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

Under Visia's shattered 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, Visia had a splitting headache, and she almost instinctively ran towards Wen Lin.

Just before falling into the sea, Field reached out and grabbed him, "Your Majesty, now is the best time to fight back."

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

After a short while, Weisia's crying stopped suddenly.

This was Wen Lin's choice for Vicia, and she chose the victory of this war for her.

Cold and soft liquid fell from the ends of Visia's eyes, and blood oozes from the teeth marks on her pale lips. Visia held Wang Jian and ordered a few words in a low voice.

The ship sailed back to the coast at the fastest speed, and then several sailboats, fishing boats, tugboats, barges, and fishing boats rushed towards the Armada in a self-destructing manner.

The ensuing storm pulled the Armada north, where it shattered in flames and scattered with heavy losses.

A hell made of fire.

At the end of this war, the violent rain fell, hitting Visia, her shoulder blades, her muscles and bones...

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

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

No one knew that Visia was crying alone amidst the waves of cheers. Under her intact body, her soul was shattered countless times.

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The author has something to say:

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, can you guess the direction of the follow-up plot~