Like a boulder smashing into the calm lake, the crowd began to boil violently after the initial shock.

This unacceptable scandal is like a loud slap in the face of the Holy See, and they prefer this to be a despicable method used by the Queen.

Someone yelled, "Here, you're lying,"

The turbulent scolding is even worse, and the facts are in front of them, but some people still don't want to believe it.

Durham wanted to refute, and moved his dry lips, under the scrutiny of Vicia, hysterical rebuttal,

"With a sinister slander, everything, everything is a scheme of deceitful people, you will go to hell, you will not survive half your life,"

The turbid eyes were full of bloodshots, and Duram's arrogant ugliness was more like the truth.

The trial bishops looked at each other, and for the first time there was an ugly look on their faces.

They were trying to struggle, trying to separate the trial from Durham.

The purpose of the trial was to defeat the people of Golan, not to be turned against the general by Visiah, which would make the already questioned prestige of the church even more shaky.

The trial bishops are decisive,

"How can Wang Ting's one-sided words convince us?"

"Even if Durham really did all this evil, it should be handled by the church, not you, a heresy who has blasphemed God,"

"The blood shed in this trial is because of your defilement of the throne,"

The Queen's eyes suddenly turned cold, and there was no longer a smile on her face. She pointed to the twenty children with a steady and powerful voice.

"I am the king of Golan, and my people have suffered unfortunate rape. Do you want to tell me that because of the accusation of a prostitute, you want to deprive me of the right to protect them?"

Questioning is like a thorn blade, like an ice pick, it cuts everyone's heart and tortures their conscience.

At this time, a few small figures moved. They walked to the crowd and retold all their unbearable memories.

Someone recognized his child by his voice. He was recognized as the most devout believer in the diocese. He wore the most ragged priest's uniform, his face was yellow and his body was weak. He followed the will of the Lord and contributed all his income to the church. Day after day of penance.

The well-respected archbishop told him that God saw his loyalty and that his children had gone to the best monasteries.

"None of this is true," he roared, rushing forward with all his might, taking off the covering burqa to see the face underneath.

"No, no," he fell to the ground, the wound on his forehead suddenly bleeding, "this is all fake, fake,"

He stretched out his hand and strangled the male protagonist's neck, frantically as if strangling the boy to death, and couldn't stop muttering to himself.

"You deceive God with heresy, you all damn, damn!"

Vicia turned her face away, a great sadness welled up in her heart.

With a wave of his hand, someone stepped forward and pulled the crazy ascetic priest away.

The blade moved forward, without hesitation, pierced into Durham's chest, "It's you who should apologize with death,"

The church that should have been illuminated by the holy light and the bright flowers is actually the most filthy, trampling on the bottom line of morality.

The bishops are indifferent, they are speechless, they have no reason to speak.

Faith collapsed in front of them, and countless believers bent down and covered their chests because of the severe pain, and the thunder suddenly exploded.

The devout's painful humility seemed to be kowtowing to Vicia.

Vicia waved the blood-stained king sword and pointed at the Holy See. Eggers instantly understood the intention, and the knights broke through the majestic and sacred stone door of the church.

"In the past, now, and in the future, I will enforce the law fairly and justly, uphold the grace of God, feed the hungry, shelter the homeless from the wind and snow, and deliver all the filth and darkness to the flames of judgment..."

"My last name is the best proof,"

The trial bishops, who were no longer calm, tried to refute Vicia with more reasons, and they shouted in turn.

But the sound of the crowd supporting the Queen quickly drowned out their voices.

It wasn't just who shouted first, "God bless the king,"

"God bless my king,"

"..."

Like the sea like tides, under the high dome behind the stone gate is a majestic and sacred icon, and Vicia's shadow is dragged and elongated, extending under the icon.

The bishops, whose faces changed suddenly, sent someone to ring the bronze bell.

There were only three beeps, announcing the end of the trial.

When the crowd was quieted by the silence, the bishops sternly spoke of the final judgment,

"She is guilty, all sophistry is falsehood, and Golan will be plunged into war and turmoil because of her,"

This is the strength of the Holy See, no matter what the popular sentiment is, as long as there are believers who firmly believe in them, what they say is right, and they cannot be ignored.

Francis pursed his lips tightly, and his face seemed to be dripping with water.

The bishops were leaving, Francis gestured with his eyes, and immediately a knight stopped them.

He walked up the stone steps and asked in a suppressed voice of anger, "Sir Bishop, you said that all the accusations need to be corroborated. The innocence and bravery of Her Majesty Vicia has been seen by everyone. Can I guess why you must Is the crime imposed on the queen? Is it like Durham, who has already betrayed God and has selfish desires?"

"shut up,"

The scolding of the trial bishop rang together with the thunder, and he raised his lips sullenly,

"Did you hear it? Wind, rain, thunder and snow are all divine power, and the sound of thunder is the final warning, and you will all fall into hell,"

Vicia looked up at the sky, the rolling cloud seemed to swallow everything.

Facing everyone, she opened her arms, "I am Golan, and God has given me the same honor and authority,"

"heresy!"

The Queen's move is undoubtedly a complete announcement, announcing that the Golan will be torn apart from the Holy Court.

The hoarse and hoarse reprimand was about to blurt out, and in the next instant, a dull thunder blew on the spire of St. Margaret's Cathedral.

A deafening explosion sounded, accompanied by falling stones.

The crowd dispersed in panic, and they saw that the conical spire at the top of the Holy See was struck by blue lightning that fell from the sky, and then there was a rumbling explosion. Explosion sound.

To fall, to fall.

No one saw a figure descend with the falling stone.

Many people were stunned by the change, and they turned their eyes back to the queen with her arms raised.

At this moment, she is a god.

The wind blew the queen's robes, and all the brilliance shrouded her, and they saw with their own eyes that God had a will for her.

She is not the source of evil, she is the incarnation of God, the messenger of God, the monarch they will follow loyally.

Raindrops fell.

Soon, the rain poured down.

In the misty rain curtain, the priests' hands were wet with the Gospels, their faces were pale and their lips trembled, "Why? Why?"

Roaring towards the sky, suddenly fell to his knees.

What they were holding on began to fall apart, began to collapse, and they lost all their strength as if they had been evacuated, but when they looked at the figure, they suddenly seemed to have caught something.

one, two, three...

Until everyone outside the church knelt down and they began to chant reverently, for the monarch of the Golan.

Vicia turned around and looked at the five cardinals.

Without words, the five trial bishops slowly knelt down in front of Vicia.

"You are innocent," they said slowly.

Lucches, who didn't say a word the whole time, knelt down under the stone steps, the cross on his chest had poked blood from their palms,

With ecstasy on his face, "The teacher is right, my choice is right,"

Vicia held the king's sword, followed by the royal court knights, and slowly walked towards the royal court in the crowd.

She left the church with an innocent body.

After a long time, the priests were still prostrate on the ground, muddy water over their knees, they were confused, they were ashamed, they had nothing to live for.

Today's magnificent miracle has been recorded word for word by the historians, and it will quickly spread throughout the Europa continent, and spread to every corner of the streets and alleys.

A true, God-chosen monarch, without Mass, without holy oil, without blessing.

Many years later, later generations evaluated it as the beginning of the kingship's departure from the shadow of theocracy.

Countless people knelt down beside the street, and no one could tell the calmness in Vicia's eyes.

The condensed rain rolled down her face, and her steps were just like when she came, and she didn't stop for a moment.

After returning to the White House, the ministers in the Privy Council were uneasy, and they poured into the Council Chamber and began to discuss the next arrangement.

They believe this is a real miracle, and they want to take this opportunity to suppress the power of the church as much as possible.

Francis had been pondering, the Queen's risky move today, in retrospect, did not seem provoked at all, she was never a person willing to take risks.

All coincidences, on closer inspection, are more like intentional.

Think of the person who should have appeared today, but did not appear.

Wen Lin, could it be her?

But can someone really drive lightning?

Francis finally gave up exploring, and Wen Lin's appearance was a miracle.

The Queen did not appear, and this meeting was held by William.

Vicia, who put on dry robes for the first time, was in Wen Lin's bedroom at this time.

Wen Lin, who had returned to the royal court first, had already taken a bath and was wiping her wet hair. Seeing Vicia walk in, her hand paused and a clear smile spread out.

"Vishia, I've been here,"

Vicia walked over, took the cotton cloth in her hand, followed Wen Lin's last time, and wiped her long hair little by little.

"Wen Lin, I know, you've been here,"

Staring at Wen Lin without blinking, Vicia suddenly slowly embraced Wen Lin from behind, hugging tightly.

Wen Lin explained Lei to her, she knew it was dangerous, she knew this was a miracle that Wen Lin gave her.

Her situation made her unable to say anything to stop Wen Lin from taking risks.

Facts have proved that if there was no last thunderbolt, the church would still convict her.

All the preparations, the unwilling struggle, in the eyes of those who want to eat her flesh and blood, are not as shocking as a thunderbolt.

A deep sense of powerlessness enveloped Vicia.

Something cool fell on the back of Wen Lin's neck, she wanted to turn around to look, but was stopped by the person behind her, "Your Excellency, don't move,"

The hoarse voice revealed tears, Wen Lin frowned, "Vishia, you won, the hardest time is over,"

As long as he survives the Holy See's trial, Golan will have a long period of recuperation.

Wen Lin has already made plans. She will not let go of food, shops, troops... any of them.

The coolness on the back of the neck did not stop, but instead accumulated more and more. The puzzlement and worry that rolled out from the depths of the pupils quickly replaced the joy.

Wen Lin held the hand on her waist and rubbed it lightly,

"Vishia, you are crying, what happened?"

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