Soon someone answered, "Your Excellency, Wen Lin's guard is also a woman."

The words fell, and they fell into a comprehensible silence, witnessing the deep kiss between two remarkable women.

There is clearly a more intimate relationship hidden between them, and this is news that can easily cause an uproar.

The generals didn't even dare to say it, but when they looked at each other, they could understand the meaning in the eyes of other people, and they didn't know how many people witnessed the scene.

While many nobles were regretful, they were secretly glad that Wen Lin had disappeared, or rather died.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, with such a serious injury falling into the vast deep sea, the probability of surviving is almost impossible.

At this time, Vicia didn't have time to take care of the nobles' careful thoughts, and she came to the shore where the salvaged corpses were being placed.

The soldiers who were arranging watched in horror as Vicia came over, and was about to salute, when Vicia waved her hand and walked into the corpse.

The danger and cruelty of the battlefield are unimaginable, the white amputated limbs that were exposed to the blisters, the black and purple head that could not be seen in full shape, and the colorful internal organs scattered all over the place, forced Visiah's stomach for a while. twitch.

A scene of purgatory on earth, Vicia's lips trembled and she gritted her teeth.

She was not sure whether Wen Lin was lying here in an unrecognizable state at this time, and the deep guilt and self-blame grabbed all of Visia's mind.

Enduring the choked sobbing, Vicia tried her best to stop her back straight, and walked forward step by step, with a demeanor so that no one could see any abnormality.

Looking carefully at the pile of corpses, there was nothing familiar to Wen Lin.

Walking to the other side of no one, stepping on the fine sand on the shore and facing the sea, Vicia's straight spine seemed to be broken by someone, and bent down abruptly, she stretched out her hands to cover it tightly. Face, trying to restrain, tears still slide down the corners of his eyes.

Wen Lin said that she should wait for her to come back.

Vicia didn't know how to tell Wen Lin, even in the next one, two, five, ten years, as long as she could come back, as long as she could come back in her lifetime.

Trying to comfort myself, there is no trace, maybe it is good news.

The small ball left by Mrs. Gunneville in the records can travel through time and space, stop time, and can create so many miracles and holy relics, and it will definitely be able to take Wen Lin out of danger.

The sea breeze raised Vicia's blond hair, whimpering frantically all around, Vicia let the water marks on Feng's face dry.

Strongly braced, Vicia walked back silently, forcing herself to put down Wen Lin's affairs for the time being, and began to think carefully about the next deployment plan.

But every time the situation was urgent, Vicia would think of Wen Lin, thinking of that sentence,

"Your Excellency, then let us meet either in heaven or on the battlefield of victory."

She will win in the end, and Vicia's belief has never been stronger than it is now.

In the next two days of calm, Vicia made crazy decisions one by one.

She transferred all the remaining half of the elite troops to Nyaland, as well as the two countries, Iliha, who had a long-standing grievance with the Sistine, and successfully intensified their long-standing grievance with the Sistine.

As for the country in the Golan, Visiah conveyed the edict as quickly as possible, and solicited sailboats, fishing boats, tugboats, barges, and even fishing boats for other purposes as she wished.

They sailed to the battlefield from all over the place, and they all knew that it was for no reward, even to be destroyed, to die. 【1】

The number is astonishing, and a large area of ​​Wuyangyang even blocked the sight of the Sistine fleet.

This disturbed the ships of the Sistine and Fasai, and they were shocked by the ferocity of the soldiers of the Golan who fought to the death.

This weak, barren, and ignorant country does not want to be as vulnerable as imagined.

On the third day, the Holy See's ship was late, and Bishop Gru and General Rayleigh were sent to sit in the town.

Contrary to what everyone expected, the first thing they did when they came to the battlefield was to ask about the current battle situation, but to rush to the darkened cell to see the dying woman.

The terrifying power she displayed greatly shocked the soldiers of Sistine and Fasai, who chained heavy chains to Wen Lin's limbs, neck and waist.

Gru approached eagerly, looking at the woman lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment, he impatiently brushed away the dirty and messy hair on Wen Lin's face. light.

General Rayleigh watched Bishop Gru pacing back and forth in the dark and small cell, and repeated in a low voice, "It's her, it's her,"

He asked suspiciously, "Sir Bishop, do you know the origin of this woman?"

When the situation of the battle was reported back to Madrid, no one believed the situation described in the letter. The Pope was furious, and was about to ask his troops to ask for guilt.

Rayleigh did not know what was written in the letter, but only knew that after the Pope read the letter, he immediately sent Bishop Gru to come with him, and never asked about the crime.

But Bishop Gru didn't say anything. He just asked people to quickly prepare the execution room. After entering the execution room with the personal servant sent by the Pope, they did not come out until noon the next day.

Rayleigh glanced into the execution room from the corner of his eye, and saw that the woman was covered with large and small iron burn marks, the nails on both hands and feet seemed to be pulled out, and the bones of the entire arm of the right hand seemed to be smashed. It was smashed, the rotten flesh hung on the cross, and there were several sword wounds that penetrated from the neck to the deep bone in the abdomen.

The faint charcoal fire illuminated the mottled and terrifying bloodstains in the torture chamber, and the woman who was already dying looked like she was about to lose her breath.

Bishop Gru came out with a gloomy face, and said to the Pope's attendant frantically,

"Is the holy thing really on her? If it is, why hasn't she used it to save herself."

"Wait, no one is willing to die."

Wen Lin's condition was already very bad. She felt that her body seemed to have reached its limit, and that there was no part of her body that didn't hurt.