Field's long sword threw and penetrated an enemy who was attacking from behind Eggers. He panted, wiped the blood and sweat from his face, and kicked away the enemy attacking from the front.

"General Eggers, are you praying? I've never seen you believe that?"

"If we can win, I swear, I'll believe it."

Looking at the endless stream of enemies, the two smiled at each other, and the chaotic state continued.

The Sistine generals were far less calm than they were at the beginning. The Golan army, whom they despised and ridiculed, became more and more vicious, even dragging their mutilated bodies to fight.

The solid iron shells swept across the head rapidly, the shells penetrated the siding on the side of the ship, and the sea water poured in violently.

The sound of swords colliding resounded throughout the sea, people continued to die, and new soldiers continued to fill the gap.

Sindre's expression gradually became solemn, he quickly adjusted his tactics, closed the originally opened one-line front, and concentrated his firepower to prepare for a strong landing.

The invincible armada that closed the front line appeared indestructible, and they pushed toward the coast like a terrifying tsunami.

The situation of the battle was completely reversed, Vicia narrowed her eyes, and her eyes fell on countless broken limbs through the hazy gunpowder, on the blood-stained royal lion flag, and on the invincible fleet that seemed to devour everything.

The entire sea area roared like thunder, and several Golan ships tried to block the pace of the invincible fleet.

Without exception, they were all sunk by their terrifying concentration of fire, shattering into pieces.

Vicia watched the changing situation on the battlefield and raised her hand to give an order for support.

She stood on the overhanging wall, with a resolute and tall figure like a sharp king sword, solemn and resolute, the armor on her body shone with a dazzling and sacred light in the dark, and it seemed that a layered skirt was swivel and spread out under her body.

Facing the endless sea with turbulent waves and the threatening enemy fleet, the queen never changed her face, and her fighting spirit was burning as always.

Vicia clenched her sword tightly, got on her horse, and before everyone could react, she galloped toward the coast.

Like a war sword slamming out of its sheath, stepping on blood and gunpowder, inspiring everyone in the roaring sea breeze,

"My dear soldiers, if we can't meet on the battlefield of victory, let us say goodbye one by one in heaven."

Light and shadow flickered in Visia's eyes, and she cast her gaze to the farthest, as if she wanted to see something else through the clouds.

The Queen boarded a three-masted sailboat, and she stood on the bow to show her determination in action.

"Don't retreat, fight to the death!"

"Kill!"

The sound of killing shook the sky, the blood-red turbid waves were split, and the ship where Vicia was the first to hit Sistine's fleet.

In an instant, the soldiers confronted each other, and the roar seemed to split everything, and the stirring water mist swept into the mouth with the wind.

The rolling smoke engulfed Vicia's figure, and the emotions of the Golan soldiers boiled again.

Queen Vicia's move is undoubtedly to hang her own life on the tip of the knife, trying to use this to save the tide of the battle.

The Sistine generals, who had witnessed everything with their own eyes, were full of blood, and they attacked the ship where Vicia was in a frenzy.

Vicia's presence on the battlefield seemed to them to be truly insane, a last-ditch effort to be disheartened by the doomed defeat.

Rather than taking her ship to pieces, they wanted to capture the Queen of Golan alive, a feat that would go down in history.

The invincible fleet, which had not been able to land for a long time, gradually ran out of patience in the long-term battle. They were red-eyed, and they pursued Vishya according to Sindre's instructions regardless.

They did not find that the ship where Vicia was retreating seemed to be retreating in a panic, but in fact it had been guiding them towards the center of the Golan ship.

When they reacted, Vicia waved decisively, accompanied by the sound of piercing the air, the dense shadow of arrows passed through the sails, pressing the low-hanging clouds to the enemy ship howling, followed by the enemy ship. Cannonballs already prepared.

The fleets of the two countries were biting each other tightly. Several ships were torn apart by the deafening sound of cannons. There was a series of cracking sounds from the sea, and the sound of falling into the water. The main ship of the Sistine retreated in horror.

Broken body, blood spattered, devastated.

When the enemy relaxed their vigilance, with a weak posture, he suddenly swung the knife towards their throat.

It is a pity that Sindre, the main commander of the invincible fleet, withdrew unharmed, and he cursed in anger.

In addition to his anger, Xin Delie stared at the figure in the raging flames with lingering fears. For him, this was simply an unbearable humiliation.

With red eyes, he gave the order coldly. The secretary beside him was horrified, and he reminded with a trembling, "But our ship is still there, and there are still many of our soldiers on it."

"Right now, I don't want to say it a second time," Xin Delie's eyes became extremely deep, revealing the color of paranoia and madness, and the whole person showed a distorted morbid state.

Vicia's actions obviously angered him, making the one-eyed commander frantic.

Before she had time to retreat, there was a dull sound of breaking wind above her head, Vicia stood still and turned around, and countless iron cannonballs swept in like a turbulent vortex.

In the next moment, the ship swayed violently, and the sound of mourning could not be heard.

Eggers, who was guarding in front of Vicia, was suddenly hit, and one arm was torn apart by the huge impact, and his flesh flew.

"Your Majesty, run."

Immediately after, countless solid iron bullets flew towards Vicia's position. Eggers was stunned, watching Vicia tripped in a hurry, struggling to pounce.

"No," his pupils dilated suddenly, even his breathing stopped, and a hysterical cry was heard.

It seems that the next moment, it will be a bloody tragic situation.

Eggers closed his eyes tightly, and there were countless explosions in his ears.