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A seduced, bewitched, little rebellion.
Vulnerable women and children were pushed over and trampled over them.
Pained howls and panicked cries played out in the chaos, and Visia looked at them with pain flashing across her face.
The initiator of everything was condescending, looking down at everything that happened coldly.
They clearly saw the pained expression on Vicia's face, which made them very happy.
A satanic prayer, "Let her die by the sword, let her fall, and let her death dispel the cloud over Golan's head,"
Against the background of the golden robes, the filthy excited expressions of the bishops gradually appeared.
Francis was protected by the knights of the royal court and climbed the altar with difficulty. He walked to Vicia, and anxiety appeared on his face.
"It's out of control, you must leave here as soon as possible and return to the royal court,"
"Go back? Let me leave on a ridiculous charge? No, I never thought of going back,"
Vicia looked up, and she glanced at the towering spire.
In Francis's terrified eyes, Vicia drew out the king's sword and pointed at the cardinal on the holy steps.
The blade shone with a palpitating light in the cold wind, Vicia held her firmly, her blue eyes stared at everyone, she walked down the stairs step by step,
Under the stairs, is violence. moving crowd.
"Come on, if you insult a lowly, weak, and slandered woman, but dedicate all your heart to this country, you can stop fighting and distinguish between good and evil. Even if I tear my skin to pieces, I will be happy."
The queen's skirt was stained with scarlet blood, and Francis stretched out his hand in vain. He watched Vihia step into the abyss in the muddy flesh and blood.
No, this shouldn't be the end for Vicia.
Sadness and powerlessness were hidden deep in Francis' expression of fear and anger, he hurriedly chased after him, guarding by Vicia's side.
Anyone in the crowd could strike the Queen with a fatal blow.
Francis thought sadly, if all this is really sin, let God take him as a sinner too.
There was a brief moment of silence in the crowd as they looked at the monarch who came down from the altar.
Her skin was white and flawless, her countenance was dazzling, there was no anger, no hatred in her eyes,
Not even retreating.
The king's sword held high did not fall on any of the Golan people. The bright shadow in his eyes seemed to be fragile, but it was quickly replaced by a steel-like tough will.
Her voice overshadowed the gloom,
"I firmly believe that the people of the Golan will not continue the false rebellion, and I will refute all false accusations,"
"Archbishop Durham tried to accuse me of sex, flood and childlessness. I will not plead guilty, and I am determined to accuse him, a man who truly and truly betrayed his faith,"
"Religion leads people to be good, but he deceives God with the conscience of the believer, condones his own evil and lustful power, he falls into sin, and his false belief is the source of the real anger of God's punishment."
No one can deny that at this moment, under a woman's body, there is a mind and will that is not inferior to any male monarch.
She walked into the crowd, and people kept falling beside her, blood splashed on her face, and slowly slipped.
Without changing her face, she walked up the steps in front of the church.
The spear in the hands of the Paladin knight pointed straight to her throat.
Vicia smiled contemptuously, "You are the warriors of Golan, I once regarded you as honor,"
Under the horrified gazes of everyone, Visia did not stop, her throat pressed against the sharp blade and continued to move forward.
Bang dang ~ is the sound of a spear falling to the ground.
The royal court knights quickly surrounded the past again, and they followed the steps of Vicia and rushed up the stone steps.
She stepped up the last stairs, stopped in front of the closed door, and turned around.
Turning her wrist, Wang Jian followed her movement and stopped on Archbishop Durham's neck.
"What are you doing? Are you trying to shut our mouths with a sword? The followers of God are in every country, and the Golan will not be able to withstand the wrath of the Holy See,"
Durham's face changed greatly, and there was trembling fear in his sharp voice.
This woman, how dare she!
Vicia smiled faintly, and she nodded slightly towards the five bishops who came from afar, showing goodwill.
Everyone looked at her actions, is His Majesty crazy? What does she want to do.
Except for Eggers, Ying Ting still had sharp eyes under his browbones, and he quietly released a signal to the knights on the outermost side of the crowd.
Fight back, start.
"You were deceived by Durham, who tried to drag you into the abyss, who betrayed the temple and indulged in pleasures, a true traitor who has prospered to this day with his brazenness and eloquence. I swear to expose the truth to others,"
"Your Majesty, all allegations need to be substantiated,"
The five trial bishops are still indifferent, they are not afraid, they are different from Durham.
They represented the Holy Court, and once Visiah pointed her sword at them, there was no doubt that the Golan was declaring war on the other nations.
The smile on Vicia's face suddenly expanded, which corroborated that, oh, how many women were dragged to the cross and burned to death after being accused at random?
Switching to a hypocritical expression with ease, Vicia said slowly, "I will prove it,"
His voice was low, with unquestionable majesty.
I saw a group of royal knights separated from the crowd, and in front of them were more than twenty figures shrouded in small burqas.
Eggers took out one and pushed the man down in front of Durham.
With an ominous premonition in his heart, Durham rebuked first, "This is another trick you prepared for sophistry!"
Without saying a word, Vicia lifted the burqa on the boy.
Durham took a step back in disbelief, and pointed at the boy with a trembling finger, "Why are you here, you're not..."