Wen Lin's clenched fist trembled slightly because of the strong pressure, and her whole figure was like a bow that was stretched to the extreme, ready to fire.

The black ink-like hair shook away in the stagnant breath, and Wen Lin suddenly stepped forward and hugged Vicia.

Under the stunned gaze of everyone, Wen Lin kissed Vicia's lips, and there was a very deep greed and reluctance in her eyes.

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

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

After stroking the corners of her lips that were swollen by her kiss, Wen Lin's strong emotions slowly gathered and settled in her chest. She had too many words that she wanted to talk to Vicia slowly at this time.

Looking at the approaching battlefield, Wen Lin finally smoothed Vicia's messy long hair one by one, and the blond hair mixed with light and dark in the firelight meandered along the cool fingers, Wen Lin could clearly feel the hair strands of softness.

At the moment of withdrawing his hand, everything turned into a soft sigh.

"Your Majesty, wait here for me to come back."

No one could stop Wen Lin.

Amid the exclamations of everyone, she leaped like a **** among the sails wrapped in the billowing smoke.

The blood in the limbs seemed to freeze at the same moment, and Visia stared at Wen Lin's increasingly distant figure, stiff, suffocated, and her clear heartbeat slammed forcefully under her ribs again and again.

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

Beneath the mast is the seriously wounded Eggers still struggling to kill the enemy. He is being besieged by the enemy.

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

"Boom!" Countless artillery shells attacked the wreck that was about to be silent again. They were coated with asphalt and kerosene, burning flames and whistling golden trails in the air.

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

The sound of the explosion was accompanied by the bursting flames, and the black smoke surged like waves, blocking the boats trying to approach the rescue.

Wen Lin struggled to help Eggers up, and in the arrogant and ferocious attack, she took the time to throw Eggers into the sea.

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

Countless cracked flames suddenly rose, and thick smoke emerged from the wreckage of the torn ship, with blood and debris flying in all directions. What made people even more powerless was that the offensive of the Armada became more violent.

They quickly adjusted their queues and formations, like a fine net being woven, frantically sweeping the Golan ships trapped in them.

The ship where Eggers was in retreated with difficulty. Wen Lin took a knife and took off. Before the next fire burst, she rushed to the main ship of the Armada without hesitation.

The long knife pierced through the bodies of countless enemies, tracing full arcs in the air, like a flower that bloomed in the dark, chaotic, and infused with the breath of death.

"Is she Satan?"

"Is she the favor of God to the Protestant nation?"

"No, to us, she's a **** devil."

"…"

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

She seemed to wield the knife tirelessly forever, and her strange figure made it impossible to chase after her.

She is passing through the rain of swords and arrows at a terrifying speed, approaching the main ship, faster than a warship, faster than a thick smoke!

The wind was blowing on her face, Wen Lin frowned and looked around at the Sistine ship that seemed to have no end in sight, her heart sank slightly.

Cindy looked at Wen Lin through gritted teeth. He ignored the advice of the secretary beside him and stared viciously at Wen Lin's approaching figure.

He kept muttering, "It's just a woman, can she still resist the Sistine's Armada alone?"

Hindre's patience has been exhausted by the landing time far beyond the expected time, and a sickly horrified expression gradually emerged on his mean face.

He ordered and threw artillery shells towards Wen Lin's position continuously, and the fire rain created by the **** of fireballs shrouded Wen Lin's head.

"What a lunatic," Wen Lin snorted secretly, enduring the blood surging in her chest to speed up, the fire rain fell behind her, reflecting a large distorted and cold color.

Sindre'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 scratched back and forth quietly on the handle of the king sword, and his beautiful blue eyes stared at the distant sea.

People noticed that the queen's face was extremely pale, and even though her tough and stern attitude did not change, everyone followed their eyes and looked at the distance. Except for the fire rain that suddenly lit up in the Armada, they couldn't see anything. .

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

She wanted to kill Hindre and kill all the commanders on the Sistine's main ship.

The previous interlocking defense plan was difficult to complete, but the most critical step, Vicia failed to use herself as bait.

Keeping an eye on the movement on the battlefield, Vicia recalled every step of the plan, almost without any negotiation, and ordered her subordinates to keep playing the semaphore to support Wen Lin.

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

The last breath in her chest was stripped out, and Vicia's whole body was aching, but she couldn't, she couldn't show the slightest fragility and strangeness.

Eggers, who had wrapped up his arms, watched from a distance at the Queen whose neck was slightly raised, and the beautiful profile of her face seemed to overlap with what she remembered in the past.

Confident, calm, decisive and resolute.

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

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

Eggers' eyes moved back to the battlefield, and he inevitably thought of another woman who was very similar to Vicia.

The Golan ship was approaching Wen Lin in a linear longitudinal direction with the Sistine main ship as the center along the broken gap.

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

But the monarchs who went to the battlefield in person, such as His Excellency Wen Lin, who came to the gods, all told them that when the night passed, it was the dawn of victory.

The small ball left by Mrs. Gunneville was firmly wrapped around Wen Lin's wrist. The cold metal touch in the swirling gunpowder gave Wen Lin a sense of dependence.

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

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

Wen Lin became a blood man, covered in blood from head to toe, and the long knife she held in her hand reflected a dazzling, heart-pounding light.

The blade pointed at Hindre, and then swept across the commander standing on the stern ship building at a distance.

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

Cindy is still arrogant, but the arrogant face is inevitably mixed with unspeakable solemnity. He draws out his saber and stretches the eye-catching cyan veins on the back of his hand. The moment he swung the sword, countless cold beams turned towards him at the same time. Wen Lin attacked.

In close hand-to-hand combat, Wen Lin's figure wandered around the ship like a ghost, mercilessly reaping the enemy's life.

A knife slashed across Sindley's abdomen, and Wen Lin used so much strength that she felt the stagnation of the blade slicing through her bones.

The internal organs and intestines were mixed with blood and flowed all over the ground. Sindley looked at Wen Lin unwillingly, and a strange smile appeared on his face after extreme anger.

Wen Lin supported her body with a long knife, she spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, and her body was shaky in the firelight.

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

This was the last order issued by Sindre. If he couldn't 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 were wiped out.

Golan took the opportunity to counterattack, and the fleet of Sistine and Fasai was forced to retreat again and again with a desperate momentum.

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

Watching the retreat of the Sistine and Fasser coalition forces, there were bursts of cries of congratulations from the coast.

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

The deep blue pupils reflected the undulating curve of the waves, and Vicia carefully identified in the returning ship, trying to find the familiar figure.

But no, no, until night fell and torches lit up the entire coast, Vicia 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 she could not find any trace so far.

Nodding her head, Vicia still stood stubbornly, staring at the blurry sea.

She seemed unusually calm, even a little indifferent.

Until Field's return, he was particularly dejected as the people around him cheered for the preliminary victory.

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

"Falled into the sea, disappeared, still searching."

"Really?" Vicia asked in a very soft voice, she grinned a little stiffly, then smiled lightly, and continued, "General Field, please tell me as much as possible about the presence of Your Excellency Wen Lin in the Everything on the battlefield."

The turbulent emotions in the eyes of the queen instantly appeared, but soon, the emotions began to lighten and fade until they disappeared.

Field couldn't tell whether the Queen was sad or happy. She always hooked her lips and listened to Field tell what he had seen, but she couldn't feel any real smile.

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

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

A blood mist spewed out from under her scorching hot ribs, she hurriedly propped up on the table, trying to stabilize her body in the sound of violent gasps, and then an uncontrollable dry cough broke out.

"Wen Lin, Wen Lin..."

Enduring the burning heat in her eyes, Vicia closed her eyes and fell to the ground instantly.

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