"Even if my head is about to fall under the machete, I will regard it as a crown of honor,"

Weeping blood and sound, Vicia looked around calmly. Under the unshakable majesty, there was deep pity for pain and misfortune.

She has never been slack, whether it is emotional or political, she is almost cruel to herself.

She is ashamed of many people, but she has never been ashamed of this country.

If it is doomed, let this country judge whether the crown on her head is really guilty.

The queen, the new nobles, the catholic church, the old nobles, the commoners, all forces crowded here, and the war without the smoke of gunpowder started quietly.

Protestant adherents began chanting, "God bless the king,"

The venomous accusations and reproaches of the fanatical Catholics.

Wave after wave of sound, in the noisy voice, Vicia's name was associated with "heretic," "blasphemer," "rebel," "witch,".

The venerable cardinal took a step, his voice was hoarse and old, and his sharp questioning in anger was like an iron scrap rubbing against the rough stone surface, and the piercing eardrum trembled.

"Women rule, go against the order of God's creation, and violate the laws of nature. The flood in the south is God's warning. Do you want to let Golan fall into an irreversible situation?"

"The holy scriptures guide us that we must never allow sin to flourish freely, and we must immediately put an end to future troubles, so as not to repeat the same mistakes,"

The cardinal waved his scepter and pointed at Vicia,

"Burning her will end this misery,"

Countless priests took out the Gospels. They wore holy white robes and began to chant in unison. They repeated their slander against Vicia, and the holy robes bewitched the ignorant.

The crowd gradually became restless, and the Holy See's trial had just begun.

She stood alone on the high altar, her slender and upright figure was not bent for a moment, and she always raised her neck, despising all false and absurd slander.

The shameless tongue stirred up absurd lies, trying to restrain her will and force her to back down.

no, never

The author has something to say: I warm: God's vision, it feels very good, but the wind is a bit strong, and I can't hear anything clearly~

Don't wait tonight, there is no second update~

Chapter 62

Eggers watched the roses bloom in the flames.

Countless Gospels smashed at her from the crowd, fell at her feet, and were blown away by the wind.

The fragile paper tore and danced wildly in the wind, passed through the empty corridor, and passed around the spire together with the white bird, making a shrill and terrifying cry.

Someone lit the holy flame on the altar, and the raging flames instantly enveloped Visia.

She stood on the high platform and confronted the bishops across the flames.

No one expected a head-to-head situation.

Eggers wanted to draw the sword, but was stopped in time by the queen's eyes.

She smiled at everyone.

"God gave me the will to rule the country, never to be arrogant, and always to be sane,"

"I, the only master of the Golan, deserve it,"

The Queen's words were like the seeds of fire falling on the thatch, causing an uproar in an instant.

The authority of the Holy See affects every country on the Europa Road, and countless devout believers support the messengers of God, and they cannot be restrained or questioned.

They do not allow any monarch to challenge the authority of the faith.

God is the only master here.

Queen Vicia, blasphemy.

Witnessed by the people of the Golan, she uttered blasphemous words.

Under the hostile eyes of the bishop and the old priests, there was a cold and depressing mockery.

Listen, her will has been broken, and malice from the whole kingdom overwhelms her at once.

The devout believers will gnaw at her flesh, rip open her chest, and tear her body and soul apart.

The bishops and priests had serious and terrifying faces. They were hidden in the sinister and twisted outlines. Archbishop Durham, holding the holy scriptures, walked out from behind the Holy Knights. give her a fatal blow,

"Hypocritical, incompetent, despicable thief, a complete heresy, it is your original sin to defile the throne with the body of a woman, you do not repent, try to override the power of God, flood, division... God's wrath will fall on you and those who have betrayed the creed of the church. on your soldiers,"

"You are sin,"

Durham raised his arms and shouted, and someone in the crowd shouted,

"You are not worthy to rule the Golan, you should apologize to you with death,"

"Apologize with death,"

"..."

The holy fire next to the altar burned so fiercely that it almost engulfed the queen.

The results of the Holy See's trial made the wicked people feel ready to move. Eggers drew his long sword. Francis and William ordered the royal knights to gather around the altar, and the crowd began to attack them.

Durham stared at the figure on the altar resentfully, and the bloodthirsty pleasure screamed wildly in his blood.

Be restless, restless, fearful.

Even with the protection of the royal capital's army, the result of the trial will soon set off a wave of rebellion in the Golan. The faster the division and turmoil come, the faster the Golan church will return to the High Court of Power.

Someone rushed to the altar, trying to kill the woman with a sword.

Eggers' sword was faster, blood gushed out from his body, sprayed on Eggers' face and hands, and the hot blood quickly became cold.

This is a dangerous signal.

Immediately more people rushed out, and they clamored for Vicia to die.

Priests disguised as civilians pulled out sharp daggers, confusion, screams, blood.

Pushing, panic, the steps in front of the altar fell one after another, spears pierced their chests, but it seemed that death could not stop the footsteps of the faithful.