Queen and Her Duke

Wen Lin's clenched fists trembled slightly because of the suppressed emotions, and her whole body was like a bow stretched to the extreme, ready to explode at the touch of a button.

The long black hair trembled in the stagnant breath, and Wen Lin suddenly stepped forward and hugged Visia.

While everyone was staring in astonishment, Wen Lin kissed Visia's lips, and there was an extremely deep desire and reluctance in her eyes.

Feeling the warmth of embracing each other in the cold wind, Visia responded tremblingly to Wen Lin.

No longer worry about other people's eyes, as if everything has nothing to do with them at this moment.

Gently stroking the corners of her lips that were swollen by her own kiss, the strong emotions in Wen Lin's heart slowly gathered and settled in her chest. She had too many things to say to Visia slowly at this time.

Looking at the increasingly approaching battlefield, Wen Lin finally smoothed Visia's messy long hair one by one. In the firelight, the blond hair mixed with light and dark was winding along the cool fingers. Wen Lin could clearly feel the hair strands. the softness.

The moment he withdrew his hand, everything turned into a soft sigh.

"Your Majesty, wait here for my return."

No one can stop Wen Lin.

Once again, amidst the exclamation of everyone, she jumped like a god among the sails wrapped in billowing thick smoke.

The blood in all the limbs seemed to freeze at the same moment, and Visia stared intently at Wen Lin's increasingly distant figure, stiff and suffocated, her clear heart beating powerfully under her ribs again and again.

Wen Lin shuttled without a moment's hesitation, landed on a mast, and pulled out the long knife deeply inserted into it.

Under the mast is Eggers who is seriously injured and still struggling to kill the enemy. He is being besieged by the enemy.

Wen Lin jumped down, and the sharp long knife slashed across the necks of Sistine and Fasai, and the splashed blood rolled like waves.

"Boom!" Countless shells hit the shipwreck that was about to be silent again. They were coated with asphalt and kerosene, and burning flames whizzed out golden trails in the air.

This time the attack was fast and fierce, leaving no room for breathing.

The crackling sound was accompanied by the shattering flames, and the black smoke billowed like waves, blocking the small boats trying to approach the rescue.

Wen Lin struggled to help Eggers up, and in the aggressive and fierce attack, saw the right time to throw Eggers into the sea.

The moment Eggers was rescued on board, there was a loud bang, and the position next to Wen Lin was hit.

Numerous bursting flames sprang up suddenly, thick smoke emerged from the torn apart wreckage of the ship, flying plasma and debris in all directions, and what made people even more powerless was that the Armada's offensive became more violent.

They quickly adjusted their formation and formation, like a tight and fine net being weaved, frantically sweeping away the Golan ships trapped within.

The ship where Eggers was on retreated with difficulty, Wen Lin held the knife, and rushed towards the main ship of the Armada without hesitation before the next burst of flames burst out.

The long knife pierced through the bodies of countless enemies, and traced full arcs in the air, like a colorful, messy, death-infused flower blooming in the dark.

"Is she Satan?"

"Is she a gift of God to a Protestant country?"

"No, as far as we are concerned, she is a damned evil spirit."

"..."

A woman who appeared suddenly, like a god, destroyed one Sistine ship after another by herself.

She seems to swing the knife tirelessly forever, and her weird figure makes it impossible to chase her.

She was approaching the main ship at a terrifying speed, faster than a warship, faster than thick smoke!

The wind was blowing head-on, Wen Lin frowned and looked around at the seemingly endless Sistine ship, her heart sank slightly.

Xin Deli gritted his teeth and looked at Wen Lin. He ignored the advice of the clerk beside him and stared fiercely at Wen Lin's approaching figure.

He kept repeating, "It's just a woman, can she stand alone against Sistine's Armada?"

Xin Deli's patience has been exhausted by the time of landing far beyond the expected time, and a morbid look of horror gradually emerged on his mean face.

He gave the order, and kept throwing shells towards Wen Lin's position, and the rain of fire created by balls of fireballs enveloped Wen Lin's head.

"What a lunatic," Wen Lin murmured secretly, enduring the speeding up of the surging blood in her chest, and the rain of fire fell behind her, reflecting a large swath of distorted and cold color.

Xin Deli's self-destructive attack made Wen Lin embarrassed, and at the same time opened a gap for the Golan ship that was trying to support.

His fingertips scraped back and forth on the handle of Wang Jian calmly, and his beautiful blue eyes stared at the distant sea.

People noticed that the Queen's face was extremely pale, even though her tough and stern posture remained unchanged, everyone followed their gazes, and the distance was far away, except for the sudden rain of fire in the Armada, they couldn't see anything .

Only Vicia knew, and only Vicia knew what Wen Lin wanted to do.

She wanted to kill Schindler and all the commanders on the main Sistine ship.

Previously, the interlocking defense plan was completed with difficulty, but only the most critical step, Visia failed to use herself as a bait.

Keeping an eye on the movement on the battlefield, Visia recalled every step in the plan, almost without any discussion, and ordered her subordinates to keep playing the banner to support Wen Lin.

The only thing she can do now is to cooperate with Wen Lin as much as possible.

The last bit of breath in her chest was stripped out, Visia was aching all over her body, but she couldn't, couldn't show any fragility and strangeness.

Eggers, who had bandaged his arms, stared at the queen who raised her neck slightly from a distance, and her beautiful side face seemed to overlap with the one she remembered in the past.

Confident, calm, decisive and resolute.

Eggers thought of the night when he was rescued by her many years ago, when he raised his head and looked at Vicia.

It's just that this time, it seems that His Majesty's eyes have more serious things that he can't understand.

Eggers' gaze returned to the battlefield, and he inevitably thought of another woman who was very similar to Visia.

The Golan ship was approaching Wen Lin linearly and longitudinally along the broken gap, with the main Sistine ship as the center.

The Golan soldiers were always shrouded in a high and tragic fighting spirit. They were devastated, broken and messy, and they seemed to be about to lose everything.

However, the monarchs who went to the battlefield in person, like His Excellency Wen Lin who descended from the gods, all told them that when the night passed, it would be the dawn of victory.

The ball left by Mrs. Guinevere was tightly wrapped around Wen Lin's wrist, and the cold metal feeling in the swirling gunpowder gave Wen Lin a sense of dependence.

At the cost of being hit by two shells, Wen Lin boarded Xin Deli's ship.

In an instant, the cold light pointed at Wen Lin, but they didn't dare to make another move, and the two sides were deadlocked on the deck.

Wen Lin became a bloody man, covered from head to toe in blood, and the long knife she held in her hand reflected a dazzling light that made one's heart palpitate.

The blade pointed at Xin Delie, and then swept across the commander standing on the ship's stern building from a distance.

Having witnessed Wen Lin's terrifying and perverted force, some commanders couldn't help their legs trembling.

Xin Delie is still arrogant, but under that arrogant face is inevitably mixed with indescribable solemnity. He drew out his saber, and the eye-catching cyan veins stretched out on the back of his hand. The moment he swung the sword, countless cold lights rushed towards him at the same time. Wen Lin attacked.

In hand-to-hand combat, Wen Lin's figure was like a ghost wandering everywhere on the ship, mercilessly harvesting the lives of the enemies.

Wen Lin used so much force that she felt the stagnation of the blade cutting through the bones.

Internal organs mixed with blood flowed all over the floor, Xin Deli looked at Wen Lin unwillingly, and after being extremely angry, a strange smile appeared on his face.

Wen Lin supported her body with a long knife, she spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, her body crumbling in the flames.

At the same time, countless fireballs hit Sistine's main ship.

This was the last order issued by Xin Deli. If he could not escape, he would die with this woman.

Wen Lin's body was thrown high into the air, and then fell into the deep sea.

All the commanders of the Sistine army were wiped out, and the giant Armada, after losing its command, gradually fell into disarray.

Golan took the opportunity to counterattack, and the desperate momentum forced the fleets of Sistine and Fasser to retreat again and again.

Field watched Wen Lin fall into the deep sea with his own eyes. After temporarily forcing the enemy back, he ordered people to jump into the water to search.

Watching the retreat of the Sistine and French allied forces, there were bursts of celebratory cries from the coast.

Visia looked at the still cloudy sky. As time passed, Visia's back was almost soaked in cold sweat. The almost miraculous change on the battlefield meant that Wen Lin had succeeded.

The deep blue pupils reflected the undulating curves of the waves, Visia carefully identified among the returning boats, trying to find the familiar figure.

But no, no, until the night fell and the torches lit up the entire coast, Visia didn't wait for Wen Lin's return.

She stood in front of the coastline without saying a word, and a general came to report that Wen Lin had fallen into the sea, and there was no trace of her yet.

Nodding, Visia still stood stubbornly, staring at the blurry sea.

She looked unusually calm, so calm that she was even a little indifferent.

Until Field's return, amidst the cheers of the people around him for his initial victory, he looked extremely depressed.

Vicia tried her best to hold up a smile, she thought of Field and waved, "General Field, what about her?"

"Falling into the sea, missing, still searching."

"Really?" Vicia asked back in a very soft voice, she grinned a little stiffly, then smiled softly, and continued, "General Field, please tell me in as much detail as possible about His Excellency Wen Lin's Everything on the battlefield."

There was a turbulent emotion in the queen's eyes for a moment, but soon, that emotion began to lighten and fade until it disappeared.

Field couldn't tell whether the queen was sad or happy. She always hooked her lips and listened to Field's description of what he had seen, but no real smile could be felt.

Until Field left, the queen still maintained a calm face. She stood by the coast for a long time, like a sculpture without temperature.

For a brief moment, Vicia staggered back to the empty tent.

A mouthful of blood sprayed out from under her tumbling hot ribs. She propped herself up on the table in panic, trying to stabilize her figure amidst the violent panting, and then burst into an uncontrollable dry cough.

"Wen Lin, Wen Lin..."

Enduring the scorching heat in her eye sockets, Visia closed her eyes, lost her strength and fell to the ground in an instant.

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