Extraordinary Sailing

boom!

With the sound of the gun, a ray of fire flew past, and a gray shadow in the grass suddenly jumped up and fell heavily to the ground.

But it was a fat gray rabbit whose eyes were precisely pierced by bullets, and its fur was not damaged at all.

"Haha, how about it? If I don't become the queen, I must be the number one sharpshooter in the kingdom!"

Liwena blew lightly on the non-existent gunpowder smoke from the muzzle, and turned around to give Ai Wen a smug smile.

Her Majesty the Queen, who has ruled the country for a full 30 years, has her long, brilliant golden-red hair tied into an exquisite bun on top of her head and wears a relatively plain platinum crown.

Wearing a fiery red one-shoulder long dress without the majesty of a monarch, her fair feet stepped on exquisite golden hollow high-heeled shoes.

On a bright jade-like calf exposed under the skirt, there is a golden blue rose branch winding up, and finally protruding from the smooth and white back, turning into a large piece of gorgeous blooming roses.

Ivan, who was also carrying a rifle beside her, was still wearing the same shirt, trousers and long military boots for thousands of years.

"hehe."

Hearing Her Majesty's bragging without hesitation, she couldn't help but look up at the sky, wanting to see if there was any cow that was blown into the sky flying over, but Liwena slapped her reproachfully.

Indeed, if a [divine creature] standing at the top of the mortal life chain can't even hit a hundred shots, it will be too cheap.

This is the royal hunting grounds attached to St. James's Palace, and the two His Majesties are apparently together...um, shooting.

"But to be honest, the improved Type 77 rifle feels really good in the hand. There should be no better rifle than this in the international arms market."

Rivina held up the high-end custom-made firearm that looked like a work of art in her hand, and gave her own evaluation very sensibly.

"Of course, I personally participated in the design of this rifle. Even if the Type 77 is used for a hundred years, it will not become obsolete."

The Type 77 rifle produced by the Vulcan Metal Company is not the first modern rifle equipped by the Tulip Army, but it is by far the best performing one.

It is equipped with a rotating rear-pull action and a box-shaped detachable magazine. It reloads bullets very quickly, and its ten-round capacity far exceeds the five-round capacity of other firearms today.

Operating mode: Single engine manual; Weight: 8.8 lbs; Overall length: 1130 mm.

Caliber: 7.7mm; Ammunition: 7.7mm rifle ammunition (hence the name "77-style rifle"); Magazine capacity: 5 rounds/clip (a total of ten rounds in double-clip design); Bullet muzzle velocity: 738 m/s; Range: 1100 meters.

With this rifle a good marksman can fire twenty rounds a minute.

Compared with the flintlock gun when Ivan just awakened his memory 40 years ago, this is the hearty transformation of a tractor into a Ferrari in seconds.

Now the Type 77 is only equipped with a small number of Tulip's elite troops. Even the monkey version is hard to find on the market, but to them it is just a toy.

Ai Wen raised his gun and shot down a black-collared dove flying from the forest, and asked casually:

"By the way, the Pope made a special trip to visit yesterday, what did he tell you?"

"Saint Field? What else is there? It's been 220 years. Of course he came here in person to discuss the succession of the throne."

Rivina explained nonchalantly, and shot down another great tit.

The current pope of the "Black Iron Cross Church" is no longer the St. Brojolin of the past, but a young man who is only fifty years old, named St. Field.

That's right.

Time flies, even if it's just for qualifications, Liwena and Aiwen are already qualified to call him a young man.

In fact, including the entire Tulip Alliance, except for Aiwen, all the monarchs of the Seven Kingdoms have gradually become Liwena's nephews.

After all, according to common sense, the 35-year-old Liwena succeeded to the throne as the second princess in the 189th year of the Haiyuan calendar. By the year 220, it was indeed the age to abdicate.

But the current Liwena, whether it is mentality or physical condition, is much younger than back then.

Apart from a hint of growing maturity, she still looks like a young and beautiful 18-year-old girl, and it will remain so forever without accident.

How do you say that.

A man is a specific animal. When he is 18, he likes an 18-year-old girl. When he is 28, he likes an 18-year-old girl. When he is 88, he still likes an 18-year-old girl.

Simply perfect! cough cough

Aiwen, who went to Goddess Kingdom just like returning home, obviously already knew some inside information, so he just smiled:

"There is no need for Christine to take responsibility anymore. That little guy who advocates freedom like Her Royal Highness Stephanie is probably going crazy?"

In fact, Aiwen's goddaughter is already twenty-four years old this year. Although she has good abilities in all aspects, she has the same temperament as her biological mother.

Ever since she was promoted to a great knight, she has followed Anita's butt around like crazy every day, and she is also responsible for opening up the "Broken Sea of ​​Stars".

"That heartless little girl wants to be unrestrained, but it's hard for me. Maybe she will support the alliance as a big stall until the "Epoch Cataclysm" comes."

Pope Saint Field's visit to Rivina was naturally not to make her prepare to abdicate, but to continue to steer the big ship of the Tulip Alliance with the prestige brought by the "titled knight" and outstanding achievements.

In the past, I was afraid of the stagnation of the social process, but now I have no such worries. Facing the visible threat of the evil god group, how can the immature new king stabilize the situation?

Anyway, Liwena has become a [Divine Creature], so there is no need to worry about Mingjun's common problem - old age and faintness, so naturally she has to use it vigorously.

"I'm not a magician, so I can't help you much in terms of force, but leave the secular affairs to me."

A pair of beautiful lake-green eyes stared at Ivan, and promised very solemnly.

Although seeing that Olivia and the others have been promoted to the fifth level and entered the realm of the gods one by one, Rivina, who has stagnated at the [divine creature] stage, is not envious at all.

Ever since I accepted Aiwen's [divinity], my body and mind have been completely transformed by Aiwen's power. It can be said that it has become the shape of Ivan from the inside to the outside, and it is the most thorough one.

In the sense of mysticism, Rivina is closer to him, the God of Prosperity than all of Aiwen's dependents and believers.

No matter how far away it is, as long as she sincerely prays, Ivan can receive it, even on alien planets tens of thousands of light-years away.

Being in this delicate state has already satisfied Her Majesty the Queen.

Moreover, the secular world is the field of expertise that is most beneficial to her. Looking at the entire world, there are not many monarchs with more experience than her.

In particular, the confrontation between the two major military blocs has been thoroughly formed.

[International League of Democracy]: Atlan in the north, the Lowland Republic, the Federation of the Palme d'Or, and a small half of the Heimar cultural circle.

[Sovereign Shield]: Phalatis, the Duchy of Garriott and the Seven Kingdoms of the Tulip Alliance, the Kingdom of Hymar, and the Empire of Cyrus

Aiwen has even made a prediction through the laws of politics and economy: after capital enters the era of imperialism, there will be a war in this world sooner or later in order to belong to the interests! Not dependent on anyone's will.

So far, only the Sark Empire, which is known as the third military power, remains outside the organization.

Relying on two "titled knights", two legendary battleships, and an industrial base that is not too far behind Tulip, it has become the third pole besides the two major military groups.

In the case of [Half God] not showing up, both sides want to win over, and the last goal is to prevent it from falling into the key force of the opposing camp.

The Southern Continent, the colonial capital of the Sark Empire, in the city of St. Louis.

Princess Diana, who was dressed neatly just now, seemed to be going on a long trip, frowned and slowly unfolded a letter from the spiritual world that had just been sent by the messenger of the "Curse School".

Facing the first voluntary letterhead issued by the school in more than ten years, her expression was obviously hesitant.

After reading the ciphertext above, it seemed as if he had been stung by a scorpion.

hiss--!

The mood was too turbulent, and the magic power of the fingertips directly shook it into pieces.

At this time, Prince Clement's concerned inquiry came from outside the door:

"Honey, what's the matter? Haven't you changed your clothes yet? It's time for us to return to the mainland to attend the crown prince's succession ceremony."

Not knowing whether she should be called "Phanesse" or "Diana" at this time, Her Royal Highness, forcibly suppressed the shock in her heart, and replied in a low voice:

"I'm fine, come right away."