The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

In the dark night, a bloody human head was thrown down suddenly, but the leader was still able to maintain his composure, and took it calmly, lowering his eyes to recognize its face in the moonlight.

Immediately, he took half a step back unexpectedly, and the flintlock gun in his hand burst into an abrupt sound in the silent night.

Hearing the sound, the guards around him immediately drew their guns collectively and aimed at Ivy who was standing upstairs. However, the moment they pulled the trigger, everyone's wrists were countered by a sudden force behind them. Pressing against the temple, the blue veins throbbed subconsciously in the mouth of the abyss.

The counterattack was too unexpected, and everyone did not expect it. The leading officer was twisting wildly under the restraint, trying to struggle as hard as he could from the ropes that bound his body, staring at him in disbelief. The army that came from everywhere had its eyes cracked.

Ivy looked down at the group of guards who had been hijacked from upstairs. The dark hot air balloon loomed under the cover of the night, and rows of well-equipped mercenaries seemed to descend from the sky. Shouting the password is undoubtedly like the final alarm bell, hitting the nerves of the Lucas guards heavily.

Her dark blond hair was still stained with bright red blood, she leaned calmly against the marble railing, and suddenly raised her voice: "Being loyal to Wellesley is a way of life."

"A woman with a heart like a snake and a scorpion has the right to order me?" The chief officer didn't seem to be afraid of her threat, "I only pledge my allegiance to the officer who deserves my allegiance, and a woman is absolutely impossible."

His voice was loud and powerful, taking advantage of the night wind to clearly reach everyone's ears.

In the dead silence, Ivy suddenly burst out laughing, looking at his pupils mockingly and jokingly, as if she was holding a rope tied around his neck, hooking and pulling it carelessly between her fingers.

"You're right." Suddenly, the smile subsided immediately, and Ivy replied coldly, "But your head is currently in the hands of the woman you hate the most."

As soon as she finished speaking, she cast a look at the subordinate who was holding the man hostage, and with a "bang", the guards immediately saw blood splatter and a dead body lying on the ground.

"How many people want to be my enemy." Without a sound, she glanced at the ground contemptuously, "What are you?"

The bodies of the rest of the guards could not help but tremble like autumn leaves, trembling in fear, constricted breathing, panicked and timidly avoiding the cold gaze of the princess above their heads.

Someone chanted "God bless" silently, crossed their hearts frantically again and again, and their trembling lips kept emitting white air of prayer in the cold wind.

Her keen eyes took a panoramic view of all this, and she couldn't help curling up the corners of her mouth, and chuckled, "Amen to everything, why don't you ask me."

In an instant, all of them fell to their knees.

"I will serve the Duchess of Wellesley!"

"Long live the Duchess of Wellesley!"

The high-spirited shouts of the soldiers suddenly resounded, quickly breaking the tranquility of the night.

She turned around and walked down the stairs with a wide skirt, followed by a group of submissives.

The believers surrounded her through the road caged in the middle of the night, and walked to the dark distance. The dense forest beside the road swayed thick branches, as if welcoming the triumphant return of the king.

Everyone followed this dark green skirt and came to the largest square in Dublin, watching the torches igniting the night sky, crowds of people stood in the audience, watching Ivy cheering and praising Zhong stepped onto the stage.

The attendant next to her raised Lucas' head with a sword, held it high in the eyes of people applauding, and shouted the surname of "Duchess" to show their love and celebration.

"Glory to the Duchess of Wellesley!"

"May God bless you!"

Thousands of mountains screamed, and the demon castle behind her was burning in the raging fire. With the bursts of scorched earth, it turned into ashes. The pale moon set it off more and more intensely. The flying hair overflowed.

As the subordinates reported one by one, the capital's arsenal had been completely occupied by mercenaries, the docks and warehouses gradually changed hands, the army changed colors, and Lucas' stronghold was about to disappear.

Horse-drawn carriages sped up and stopped in front of the crowd in the square. Boxes and piles of grain were transported off the carriages and distributed to people in an orderly manner.

The faces of the people who received the food showed surprise without exception, and they prostrated themselves on the ground in gratitude. They were extremely excited, and their eager eyes were fixed on the givers of all the gifts.

"Only I can bring you well-being." Amidst the waves of mountains and tsunamis, she said loudly.

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Duchess!"

A warm response erupted from below again, including the voice of the "Consul" and even a few pious blessings.

- "your majesty..."

His Majesty……

She looked at the source of the voice with a smiling gaze, neither denying nor responding.

Now is not the right time to be crowned king, she still needs to wait for a step before reaching out to the crown that symbolizes glory and splendor.

As for now, Ai Wei only wants to grasp the power to govern, and to hold power as soon as possible is more important than anything else.

The torch illuminates her sharp face, the moonlight adds glory to her body, and the night unabashedly puts on her a night gown that symbolizes authority and mystery.

"Allegiance to me, I will lead you to light and peace, no longer tormented by famine and disease. The terrible tyrant is dead at my hands, and there will be no more torture and fear in this country I love so much , beauty and love will return to this beautiful land.

I promise you that I will give you all that I have, my wealth, my brain and this burning heart that beats fiercely in my chest, and it will always belong to Ireland and its people, and I hope that you will do the same Give me the trust and love I need. "

"We are willing to support you as the Consul of Ireland!" The crowd in the front row bowed their heads first, causing everyone in the rear to kneel collectively to express their deepest respect.

"Respected Lord Consul." As far as the eye can see, there is a crowd of bowed heads and knees, through the faces of some old people.You can even clearly see the teardrops falling from their faces due to excitement.

The desire magnified accordingly, and she seemed to see her future scepter, wrapped in countless vines, wantonly growing out of the ground.

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