in the name of the queen.

Chapter 332 Freeze
1795 12 Month 27 Day.

The winter of this year was suffocatingly warm.

The whole world is in suffocating chaos.

As the war on Rodinia became more and more intense, the flames of war gradually spread to other continents.

The natives of the southern continent took up spears and bows and arrows to attack the neighboring tribes. Their goal was clear: to capture the neighboring tribes as slaves and sell them to the big countries that needed population.

These people feel no guilt for selling out their fellow countrymen who share the same roots but are from different tribes.

They do not consider the tribe next door as their compatriots.

As long as you resell slaves, you can exchange them for wealth and advanced weapons, so why not do it?

These unfortunate slaves crossed the ocean and were received by the Rodinian countries, where they were forced to work day and night in sweatshops until they died.

This phenomenon has always existed over the past few hundred years, but because the major powers in Rodinia still have to maintain some dignity, it is openly prohibited.

But as the war became increasingly brutal, some countries not only used slaves as hard labor, but also sent them to the front lines as fill-in babies.

This war completely tore apart the fig leaf of the Rodinian countries that claimed to be a civilized world.

Roland looked at this scene indifferently, his heart as cold as a polar glacier.

He couldn't stop it, nor did he bother to care. Perhaps this was the inevitability of history. It had happened in the previous era, it had happened in another world, and now it was just a repeat.

Looking at the intelligence summaries that came in like snowflakes, Roland felt inexplicably annoyed.

He suddenly realized that he was somewhat far away from these mundane struggles.

Starting from mid-December, he, Sif and others went to Baishan to make final preparations.

He had a feeling that Sophia would not refuse this final battle location.

After all, this is a snowy mountain. How could the Queen of Winter refuse to fight with others in the snowy mountains?

Baishan is not far from Val City. Christine, who is responsible for maintaining the last line of defense in Val City, sends people to deliver intelligence to Roland as quickly as possible every day, and today is no exception.

Standing on the top of White Mountain, Roland saw the intelligence agent climbing up rapidly along the ice and snow trail. It turned out to be Raikkonen?
Roland's heart sank, realizing that today's intelligence would be of considerable weight.

Cruel war is a disaster but also an opportunity. Some people cannot survive it, while others thrive.

Raikkonen is one of the most outstanding rising stars among the countless ones that emerged in this war.

He was now a lieutenant-general in the army, a hereditary baron, and he was not even twenty years old.

The only ones who could be promoted as fast as him were a few of Roland's close associates who were promoted by him, such as Dai Long, Jace, Tom, and Jerry.

Of course, if you count Christine, no one can compare.

Christine now serves as the Grand Marshal of both Sussex and Golden Kite. She controls all military power and has the final say in the military field.

She is also the Earl of both Gold Kite and Sussex.

Although she did not attach much importance to secular power, Roland gave her all the respect she deserved.

Her outstanding military talent and cold-blooded character made her a nightmare to the army.

Many people complained about her in front of Roland, and even important officials such as Walder and Alban reminded Roland many times not to give all the military power to Christine alone.

If anything goes wrong with her, it's all over.

Don't put all your eggs in one basket, this is the iron rule of investment. There is nothing wrong with these people's well-intentioned reminders and complaints, but Roland has no choice.

Don't trust Christine? Of course, then who will lead the coalition forces of more than one million people?

As we all know, commanding a local conflict involving more than 10,000 people is the upper limit for most generals. Being able to command tens of thousands of people to carry out campaign-level military operations is worthy of the title of an excellent general.

Anyone who can command a war involving hundreds of thousands of people is a famous general of the time.

There is only one such person in the coalition camp, Christine.

On the contrary, the Holy Alliance has three generals of this level.

Suvorokin of the Vladimir Empire, von Karma of the Pruden Kingdom, and Matsen of the Tyrol Kingdom.

Fortunately, Christine took advantage of the chaos in a previous battle and launched a surprise attack, causing the old Marshal Suvorokin to fall off his high-speed horse and eventually die of his injuries. Otherwise, the coalition forces would have been at a greater disadvantage.

Suvorokin's death also produced subtle changes.

The organizer of the Holy Alliance was the Vladimir Empire, which had the strongest power. It was reasonable for them to be the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces. The other two countries had no objection, after all, Suvorokin was a famous general that everyone trusted.

But Suvorokin died.

The Kingdom of Pruden and the Kingdom of Tyrol had an idea.

A famous coach is not like a radish in the field. If you sow seeds in spring, you will get fruits in autumn.

After Suvorokin's death, the Holy Alliance never appointed a new commander, which slowed down their offensive a lot.

Looking at Raikkonen's hurried appearance, Roland felt a bad feeling in his heart.

His anxiety did not last long, as Raikkonen soon came in front of him.

Stand at attention, salute, and hand over the sealed intelligence bag without any unnecessary words throughout the process.

He is now a completely different person from the Sun paparazzi back then.

Looking at Roland's solemn expression, Raikkonen stood very honestly by the side, waiting quietly.

Just three months ago, my father made a special trip from the imperial capital to the front line to see him. Seeing his rapid growth, my father was happy but also a little worried.

He even jokingly asked what would have happened if he had not introduced Raikkonen to Roland.

The old father was worried that something might happen to his son in the war; after all, he was his only son.

But Raikkonen disagrees.

A man should naturally make contributions to his country and seek wealth and honor for himself and his family. How can he be a paparazzi all his life?

Paparazzi are people who can only work during the day, because something bad is bound to happen sooner or later.

War is certainly dangerous, but Raikkonen has full confidence in Roland.

When bidding farewell to his old father, Raikkonen smiled and comforted his father, "If Governor Roland had not valued and promoted me, I would still be a paparazzi now. Although there is nothing wrong with being a paparazzi, it is obviously more valuable to be a majestic general."

He didn't care about his father's worries.

Unless one transcends the shackles and ascends to the realm of gods, people will eventually die. If one can accomplish great things before death and live a glorious life, then it will not have been lived in vain.

Although Roland was feeling uneasy, Raikkonen, who was standing below him, was full of confidence in him.

Roland has created countless miracles, and he will create more miracles.

Although the army of the Holy Alliance has successively captured many important cities and even the second overseas capital Hanseatic City, Raikkonen is still full of confidence.

As the person in charge of intelligence collection and analysis, he was very clear about the real situation of the war.

The strength comparison between the two sides is by no means as scary as the battle line, and the casualty ratio on both sides is also in the advantage of the Free Alliance. Coupled with the blockade of sea transportation lines, the Holy Alliance is already at a disadvantage.

Just a week ago, the Nubian Kingdom fleet became history, along with the remnants of General Haiao.

Raikkonen was somewhat unable to understand this naval battle.

Just because of the addition of a red-haired pirate, can the originally tense naval battle be quickly ended?

Naval warfare is not land warfare. Although there are miraculous battles, more often than not, it is the strong ruthlessly crushing the weak.

Raikkonen certainly didn't understand that having more red-haired pirates might not be a big deal, but having one more Sea Eye Marshal would be a different story.

With the complete annihilation of the Nubian Navy, the naval battle became completely unsuspenseful and the Holy Alliance could no longer obtain any supplies from the sea.

Their already few colonies became even more useless and were soon divided up by Sussex and the Golden Kite Kingdom according to the agreement.

Raikkonen, who had access to detailed intelligence, saw clearly that the wild attack of the Holy Alliance was the last gamble.

If they cannot crush the Free Alliance in a short period of time and let the war last for two or three more years, the Free Alliance will surely win.

This is a strategic victory.

But a strategic victory is not a complete victory. The Holy Alliance at least has a chance to make a last-ditch effort.

If they could break through the Rodinia continent, destroy the Golden Kite Kingdom, and drive out the Sussex Empire, the situation would be different.

No matter how many overseas colonies one has, they cannot compare with the central continent Rodinia, which has comprehensive advantages in resources, population and territory.

The best outcome at that time would be a competition between the two superpowers.

Raikkonen carefully observed Roland's expression, hoping to gain some valuable exclusive information from his expression.

Unfortunately he failed.

Roland just frowned slightly, without showing much expression.

The Governor must be thinking about how to crush the enemy's gamble! Raikkonen thought silently.

As Roland's earliest confidant, he preferred to call Roland "Governor".

Raikkonen didn't know that Roland's mind was blank.

He could understand the trend of a normal war, and could only say that everything was under control. Although he seemed to be at a disadvantage, he actually had an infinite advantage. The only thing he couldn't understand was Sophia.

Since the war broke out, she has been here, but it is no different from her absence.

She neither interfered in military operations nor took care of political logistics, she simply watched.

After Suvorokin's death, she did not even appoint a new commander-in-chief of the allied forces.

Everyone wants to know what Sophia wants to do.

Are we just waiting for the last day to come out and kill all the hostile superhumans?

It sounds outrageous, but it seems to be the most logical inference.

Based on the information currently available, Roland could only draw this conclusion.

Because it was so outrageous, Roland didn't even know how to complain.

After a long silence, he slowly asked, "What do you think, Marshal?"

"The Marshal is building the Holy Spring defense line. She said this is the last stand and we are not allowed to retreat even a single step." Raikkonen said softly.

She admired Christine's abilities, but was also horrified by her indifference.

He instinctively wanted to get away from this dangerous guy.

"Holy Spring Defense Line?" Roland nodded to show his understanding.

Christine believes in light because she is the one who can hear the oracle of the goddess.

The holy spring is a miracle, so of course we can’t give it away to others.

The final defense at the holy spring was indeed a good idea. The seriously injured soldiers drank the holy spring water and stood up again to continue fighting. This miracle greatly boosted morale.

Likewise, the opponent's morale will quickly collapse.

They will feel that they are competing with gods and are doomed to have no chance of winning.

Even from a God's perspective, Roland couldn't think of a better choice. Although the miracle of the holy spring would make Christine's position among the believers unshakable, he had no choice.

Since you believe, then trust to the end.

Celebrate the return day first, then think about other things.

Roland thought about it again and again, and reminded softly: "Raikkonen, please tell the marshal that only when people are alive can there be infinite possibilities, and when people die, everything is over. If Sofia takes action personally, please come to me immediately."

Although Christine was blessed by the Goddess of Light, she was no match for Sophia.

You have to retreat when you have to.

Seeing that Roland had no further instructions, Raikkonen immediately took the order and left.

He never asked Roland what his chances of winning were or how to withstand Sophia's desperate attack.

Don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask, don’t say what you shouldn’t say.

If you don't even have this basic quality, you might as well go back to being a paparazzi.

After watching Raikkonen leave, Roland turned around and looked at the golden ginkgo trees and the sea of ​​flowers.

Sif was in the sea of ​​flowers, quietly waiting for Sophia.

Lisa is near the crater, drawing energy from the lava and making final preparations.

Alina was in between them. She brought the largest telescope over and turned it into a makeshift observatory, catching up on sleep during the day and looking at the stars at night, always with a smile on her lips.

She looked calm, not like she was preparing for the final battle, but rather like she was telling a child stories about constellations.

Everyone seemed calm, but Roland could sense the suffocating atmosphere. Everyone could say that they were indifferent to life and death, and that they were beyond life and death, but when faced with life and death, the strong desire to survive would overwhelm everything.

He once again turned his gaze towards the city of Val below the mountain.

The looming city, the misty holy spring, and the floating command center that first floated above the battlefield.

This is also the reason why Roland allowed Christine to fight against Sophia.

No matter how strong Sophia is, can she really fly hundreds of meters into the air and chop down Christine?

As long as Christine wasn't stupid enough to come down on her own, she would be fine.

The final battle location can only be Baishan.

This is the top of Rodinia, a snowy mountain covered with snow all year round, a blazing volcano, and a place full of blooming flowers.

Sophia, I'm here waiting for you, don't let me down.

Outside the Vladimir Empire camp, a blue-haired woman stood on a mountain peak, letting the strong wind blow across her face. She slowly raised her head and looked towards the White Mountains dozens of miles away.

The corners of her lips twitched, as if she was saying something, yet it seemed as if she was saying nothing.

If someone happened to pass by here, they would definitely be surprised.

The snowflakes flying in the air drifted away one meter away from the blue-haired woman, and not a single snowflake fell on her shoulders.

This touch of azure blue adds a unique touch to the snow scene.

She withdrew her gaze from Baishan and looked towards the coalition camp.

She couldn't see everyone's faces, but she could sense the chaos of this army.

There would be no chaos if there wasn't one. She never appointed a commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, but let each country fight on its own according to its predetermined goals.

Her actions made the two famous generals of the coalition forces so angry that they almost had a cerebral hemorrhage.

No one knew what she was thinking, and some even doubted her ability to win.

There is nothing to be confused about. The war has been lost long ago and the current attack is a last-ditch effort.

Sophia thought silently in her heart that the reason the coalition forces could still maintain their offensive was actually because they hoped that she could turn the tide.

Since everyone is looking forward to it so much, let's go.

Sophia's figure flashed and disappeared in the vast snow.

Angelina, standing at the gate of the camp, looked at the nearby city of Val with a worried look on her face and couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

The battle had gone on for so long that she could no longer understand anything.

Her Majesty Sophia has not issued any orders since the war began. She went to Sophia for instructions more than once, but received no response.

Your Majesty, are you really going to give up this war?
Unlike the blind optimism of the grassroots soldiers, Angelina knew very well that this was really the last chance and there was little hope.

If the coalition fails to achieve an epic victory in the Battle of Val City, the coalition's offensive will gradually weaken and then fail under the crushing pressure of the Free Alliance's industry and resources.

Angelina bit her lip and prepared to return to the camp.

She decided that even if it meant giving up control of the battlefield, she would ask the famous Pruden general Kalma to serve as the commander-in-chief and organize the attack.

As for Matson, I'm sorry, the army can only have one commander-in-chief, and he must either be deputy or leave the stage.

Having made her decision, Angelina no longer hesitated and walked towards the main camp with firm steps.

Just when she had walked a few steps away, she suddenly stopped and turned slowly in disbelief.

A familiar figure appeared in front of her.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

Angelina choked up, unable to hide her grievance, "Your Majesty, I thought you didn't want me anymore."

"You've done a great job. Leave the rest to me."

Sophia smiled coldly and said calmly, "I will personally lead the coalition forces to kill the enemy."

Angelina's slender body trembled slightly, and she couldn't believe her ears.

"Go, call them over, I need to assign tasks." Sophia said softly.

Angelina was so excited that tears streamed down her face. She was very sure that Sophia was back. Her originally haggard face seemed to be soaked in warm water and instantly relaxed.

Angelina ran towards the main camp and even slipped hard on the snow on the ground.

Looking at her fragile yet strong back, Sophia rarely showed a smile of approval.

Although Angelina was still a little immature and her overall ability was not as good as Roland's, she worked hard to reconcile internal and external conflicts, and barely held together the coalition forces without a commander, always keeping the war outside the country.

She did a great job.

Maybe she is far inferior to Roland, but she is good enough.

If Sif, Roland, Alina, Lisa, Christine and others were all killed, who could say that the balance of war would not tilt?

There was a cold light in Sophia's eyes, and she held a transparent blue sword in her right hand, full of fighting spirit.

The floating command center, this super-large airship that looks like a small fortress was dug out from the underground ruins of Hansa City a few months ago.

Christine renamed the airship from the strange Hindenburg to the Light.

Hindenburg has long been lost in the long river of history, but light lives on!
Christine was very satisfied with her name change. She leisurely boarded the airship and commanded the entire war from here.

She yawned, her bloodshot eyes looked a little ferocious, and her already fair face looked even less bloody due to long-term excessive energy consumption.

The eyes of a vampire, the complexion of a banshee.

This is probably the best description of her mental state.

She is really tired.

She couldn't remember how many days it had been since she had a good night's sleep. She could only find a few moments of leisure to sneak in a nap.

The negative effects of staying up late and suffering from insomnia for a long time are very significant.

Her face lost its luster and even had some pimples. Fortunately, there were stigmata on her face that could cover up these blemishes.

Christine glanced furtively at the holy water bottle beside her.

Her face was reflected in the crystal clear surface of the holy water bottle, revealing every detail.

Christine sighed in her heart, hoping that the goddess would forgive her for lying.

She actually cares a lot about her appearance and feminine charm, she just said it stubbornly before.

After this battle is over, she will have a good rest and make up for the lost youthful charm.

She even planned to use her power for personal gain and hydrate her face with a holy water-soaked mask.

Just as Christine was daydreaming, a long horn sounded.

She quickly came to the railing of the airship and raised the telescope to look at the enemy.

She saw a familiar figure she hadn't seen for a long time, Sophia.

She looked clearly into Sophia's eyes, which were filled with a breath of pure destruction.

Sophia is here to kill.

Christine's heart was beating wildly. Although she had survived the last conflict, she also recognized Sophia's true strength.

Even if she activated the power secretly lent to her by the Goddess of Light, she would never be a match for Sophia.

This Sophia guy is so strong that he doesn’t look like a human, he looks like a monster.

Her painting style is completely different from the other seven strong people. If other extraordinary people are mortals walking on the road of strength, Sophia is a god of the same level.

A bold idea flashed through Christine's mind.

If the goddess maintains the same level of strength as Sophia, can she definitely beat Sophia?
This bold idea shocked Christine.

Repent, you must repent! The great goddess is invincible. Even if she is at the same level, she can easily kill Sophia.
?
Christine didn't have time to think of an answer because Sophia had already arrived.

Sophia, who personally served as the commander-in-chief, greatly inspired the fighting spirit of the coalition forces and also gave the coalition forces a unified command.

They launched the charge fearlessly.

A company fell, a battalion fell, a regiment fell
Thousands of people fell on the charge, they didn't care at all and even died with a smile on their faces.

This is Sophia's appeal. She is the Holy Alliance's biggest trump card.

The first line of defense was broken, the second line of defense was broken, and the Holy Spring defense line was shaking!
Christine squinted her eyes, holding the holy water bottle and continuously pouring holy water to replenish the energy of the holy spring.

The war has entered a fever pitch.

The Holy Alliance used courage to make up for their losses, and the Free Alliance used the Holy Spring to make up for the gap in numbers and combat power.

Sophia was like the god of death shuttling across the battlefield, slowly moving forward with the azure sword in her right hand.

No one dared to stop her progress.

Occasionally, some blind idiots would rush forward, and Sophia would not even bother to draw her sword. The cold air surging around her would just freeze these ignorant idiots into pieces.

Sophia stopped a hundred meters away from the holy spring.

"This is the forbidden area of ​​the Temple of Light. Heretics are prohibited from passing through!" A young officer bravely stood in front of Sophia, holding a sharp blade in his hand.

Sophia placed her right hand on the hilt of the sword expressionlessly.

"Your courage is worthy of being buried with the Holy Spring."

She spoke word by word, her voice echoing throughout the battlefield.

The originally noisy battlefield suddenly became much quieter.

The soldiers were dumbfounded. Did Sophia intend to cut down the holy spring with one sword?
Putting aside the strength of the holy spring, even if it was just an ordinary spring, could it be attacked with a knife? Brandishing a sword against the holy spring was a standard act of blasphemy.

Is Sophia really going to blaspheme?
Christine, who was remotely commanding the entire army on the airship, was also confused.

Is Sophia crazy? The material of the Holy Spring is mysterious. Even the God's Punishment War can only temporarily block some of the functions of the Holy Spring, and cannot destroy it.

Although Sophia is proficient in fighting skills, can she destroy the holy spring?

Under Christine's questioning gaze, Sophia drew her sword.

Christine could never describe the feeling of seeing this sword light.

Time and space seemed to freeze at this moment, and the one-meter-long sword released sword energy over a hundred meters long.

The blue light flashed like an explosion, making it difficult for many people to open their eyes.

Sophia's seemingly casual sword reached the peak in terms of attack range and speed.

Christine couldn't even see the speed at which the sword was swinging.

The wind rises and the snow comes.

The already violent snowstorm came from all directions and turned into ice around Sophia.

"cut!"

Sophia shouted softly and slashed towards the holy spring with sword energy.

Christine breathed a sigh of relief. Although the fighting power displayed by Sophia was terrifyingly strong, it was all within her expectations.

But I didn't expect that this guy would have such a crazy idea to cut off the holy spring.

Christine casually made a please gesture in the air to mock Sophia's stupidity.

If you have the guts, cut down the holy spring and let me open my eyes.

There was a hint of sarcasm and mockery at the corners of Christine's lips.

As she smiled, Sophia's lips also rose slightly, and her eyes were full of smiles.

"freeze!"

What Sophia wants is not to destroy the holy spring, but to make the holy spring feel the weight of winter.

Christine turned pale.

She stared blankly at the Holy Spring Ice Sculpture, shook her head desperately, and muttered to herself:

"No, it's impossible. That's the holy spring. How could it be frozen?"

(End of this chapter)