At the same time, Wen Lin coughed, and the blood clot choked from her throat fell.

The pain seemed to never stop. Cold and heat alternated in the torn flesh. Wen Lin wanted to open her mouth to respond to Vicia, but there was no sound in her throat.

As time passed, her body seemed to be conscious, and Wen Lin seemed to be able to clearly perceive Vicia's suppressed hoarse crying, her trembling, her tears...

There was a strong bloody smell in the breath. Gradually, a strong pain came from the inside of Wen Lin's wrist, and a blood mist was scattered in the swift sea breeze.

"Vishia," was Wen Lin's voice.

Vicia raised her eyes in the face of the scorching light, her emotions wriggled hard in her eyes, and a moment of joy spurted out, throwing away any scruples, Vicia said to Wen Lin over and over again,

"Your Excellency, use the holy object to save you, ... save you."

"It can save you, I know, you hurry up..."

Vicia's words were out of tune, mixed with extremely suppressed choking.

Feeling the warm current on her wrist and her gradually sobering sanity, Wen Lin narrowed her eyes with difficulty, her vision became clear, she endured the severe pain and turned her head to observe the situation on the sea.

Nothing needs to be said. Feeling the weak connection between her body and the Metaverse, the muscles on Wen Lin's face moved. She tried her best to show a smile, but found that she couldn't smile no matter what.

The faithfulness left by Father Carson was left by Gunneville. She wrote her origin in the letter in Chinese and the small ball that should be called "metaverse".

In the current earth civilization, the Metaverse can indeed be called a sacred object. It can stagnate, reverse, and travel through time, and it can control the wind and rain, and instantly cure diseases. It seems to be omnipotent.

However, it is very regrettable that Wen Lin learned from the images retained by the metaverse that it needs to rely on the internal energy of the universe during gravitational collapse to maintain energy.

Now that the metaverse in Wen Lin's hands has long been exhausted, Wen Lin has already arranged what it should be used for.

Wen Lin suddenly struggled for a while, she tried her best to open her eyes, trying to see Vicia's face clearly.

That is her lover, the lover she is willing to sacrifice for without turning back, she is reluctant to...

The injury on her body was too severe, and Wen Lin knew very well that her body couldn't hold it any longer.

There was the roar of the wind and the waves in her ears. Wen Lin lowered her head helplessly, her eyes were flushed, and she fainted from the shallow moisture, but she never shed any tears. Her voice was low and hoarse.

"Your Majesty Vicia, do what a monarch should do."

"You are a unique monarch. They will all look up to you in the future. The only thing missing is time."

"Your Majesty, I am not afraid of death, pain, or torture. I will become the wind of Golan and witness your glory and victory."

"The last thing I can do for you is to send you victory in this war."

In the last sentence, Wen Lin just moved her lips without making any sound. Every time she moved, the blood in her mouth couldn't stop flowing down.

The originally pale complexion turned a strange red at this time, and it seemed that it was slowly improving.

Vicia was sobbing, her forehead pressed against Wen Lin's toes, and she pleaded terribly, "Sir, don't say it anymore, don't say it anymore, you will get better, you will definitely get better."

Closing her eyes, Vihia burst into tears. At this moment, she couldn't control her self-defeating thought, no matter what the cost, as long as she could save Wen Lin, she would be willing.

The Sistine's rocket streaking overhead was their impatient warning.

Bishop Gru was surprised to see Wen Lin's changes in the telescope. She seemed to be alive again. Gru was shaking with excitement. He was sure that the relic was on Wen Lin.

Vicia wiped away her tears. She looked deeply at the Sistine Fleet not far away. The intense resentment and anger engulfed Vicia in an instant when she turned around.

She swore that she would make everyone pay the price.

Bach and Bam, who were at the bottom of the water, never received the signal for action. Vicia walked back to Golan's ship in silence. Wen Lin's situation did not allow rescue at all.

Golan's ship did not sail back to the coast, but stayed in the middle of the sea. Vicia stood on the bow, facing the direction of the Armada, and at the same time sent a small boat to hand over the handwritten letter that had been prepared earlier to the messenger.

In the letter, Vicia agreed to all of Sistine's demands.

However, under the gaze of a pair of frightened eyes, Wen Lin's ship suddenly burst into flames, like the sun falling on the undulating sea.

At the same moment, the grand flame seemed to stagnate for a moment, and then the wind changed.

The originally bright weather was instantly obscured by light gray thick dark clouds, which were lowered lowly. The sea breeze reversed the wind direction, wrapped in fire, and headed towards the Armada that was connected by iron chains at a very fast speed.

The strong wind fueled the fire, and the Sistine and the Fasai fell into a brief panic and confusion. They watched in horror at the unreal change in front of them.

The sea seemed to be boiling, and as the fireboat approached, they could even feel the vibrations and air waves set off by the sea of ​​fire.

"Fire arrows, fire!"

Rayleigh shouted orders, the soldiers pulled the bowstrings desperately and threw cannonballs, arrows and cannonballs like torrential rain attacked Wen Lin.

When approaching the fire ship, it seemed to be blocked in the air by some invisible force, and then reversed its trajectory and fell heavily on the sea.

No attack can stop this self-destructing ship. Its speed is very fast, as fast as a gust of wind. Whether it is a fierce cannonball or a piercing arrow, they are without exception, and they can't even touch the hull. arrive.

Like a huge burning sword, it fearlessly charged towards the Armada.

The moment before they hit the fleet, Wen Lin and Vicia looked at each other across the sea of ​​flames.

Wen Lin knew that she was being swallowed by air waves and flames. She could even clearly feel the passing of life. Vicia's figure gradually blurred. She tried her best to open her eyes and told her not to be sad or cry.