Suddenly, a familiar humming came into his ears, and Eggers opened his eyes in disbelief.

A figure stood in front of His Majesty Vicia, blood was spilling from her lips, and without waiting for everyone to react, she jumped up with her arms around Vicia, and shuttled between the sails.

The posture that is close to the arrival of the gods, it seems that time has stopped at this moment, and everyone's expressions are frozen on their faces, at this moment of life and death decisive battle.

The wind blew her long hair and rolled her robe, and at this turbid and dark moment, a beam of light tore all the darkness.

Vicia seemed to be crying and laughing. In this blood-soaked smoke, at the moment when she was unwilling to face death, Wen Lin's figure appeared.

"Your Excellency, I..."

Her throat was choked with pain, and Vicia opened her mouth in vain, not knowing whether it was the sea breeze pouring into her mouth, or because of the astringency and pain in her heart, she couldn't say a complete sentence.

From beginning to end, Wen Lin's complicated and gloomy eyes stared at Vicia. She sent Vicia back to the shore, gave her a deep look, and turned her head to step into the battlefield at sea again.

Vicia hurriedly grabbed her, and when the bloodstains touched the corner of Wen Lin's mouth, she let go in panic, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, don't go."

Immediately, Vicia ordered in a deep voice, "Go to the medical officer, be quick."

It was Wen Lin who blocked the iron cannonball coming towards her and was hit more than once.

Vicia knew that Wen Lin's physique was different from ordinary people, but the shells that could easily take the lives of ordinary people hit Wen Lin. Vicia didn't dare to think deeply about what Wen Lin's clothes looked like at this time.

"Your Excellency, you shouldn't have come back, why did you come back?" Vicia's expression became distorted in a short moment.

She tried her best to control her emotions, holding Wang Jian in one hand and looking at Wen Lin without blinking.

Blood swelled in her heart, and Wen Lin pressed herself down, anger, distress, lingering fears... A variety of emotions were intertwined with her body.

God knows how much Wen Lin is afraid of what the consequences will be if she arrives a moment later.

The position of the temple was beating with a tight rhythm, and faintly, a dark light flashed across Wen Lin's eyes.

She pushed away the medical officer who came forward, stared at Vicia, red lips moved,

"Your Majesty, I promised that victory belongs to you, and you shouldn't make decisions behind my back."

The author has something to say:

Woohoo, I'm really an ideal in the world~

Originally, I decided to make the second shift in the past few days, but I ate a total of two barbecues in the first two days. Today, I have a stomach problem and it hurts for a long time.

I'll see the situation tomorrow, if it doesn't hurt anymore, I'll watch it again!

Chapter 98

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 god among the sails wrapped in the billowing smoke.

The blood in the limbs seemed to freeze at the same moment, and Vicia 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 in the air with golden trails.

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 weaved, frantically sweeping the Golan ships trapped in them.

The ship where Eggers was in retreated with difficulty, Wen Lin held the knife and rushed to the main ship of the Armada before the next fire burst.

The long knife pierced through the bodies of countless enemies, and traced 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, as far as we are concerned, she's a goddamn devil."

"..."