The scenery on the ice sheet has not changed in the slightest, and even plants are difficult to survive under the ice and snow, except for the only two fruits and a few needle plants, there is almost no green to see. From heaven to earth, it was a white day, and within the scope of Dumeron's divine power, it seemed that ice and snow were the only subject, the master of all things.

From the first second Wren stepped onto the ice field, the High Priest had already sensed Wren's arrival. Di Meron's divine power position is like a bioradar that is automatically triggered around the clock, let alone a person, even if a bird flies into the ice field from the outside world, it can be perceived by the high priest. Of course, in many cases, in order to avoid meaningless attention from small animals or certain things, the High Priest blocks the information about the weak and non-life force field penetration, and only detects the information that the strong life force field appears on the ice field.

Wren is the powerful one.

He had gathered seven golden bloodlines and had already ignited the seven runes on the ring, and there was still the last one left unlit. There is not long left in his life, the high concentration of divinity and the toxicity of the Flower of the Revenant Soul are eroding his life all the time, and the three-month life cycle is already a very optimistic one, maybe the real life countdown is not even sixty days.

A mouthful of golden blood sprayed on the ground, and both Jasmine and Blair were accustomed to it, and they would bend down and use their weapons to scoop up the dirt or snow stained with golden blood, and put it into a special container. The blood imbued with divinity is extremely exclusive, and after a brief repulsion inside the vessel, it is divided into three layers. The top layer is golden divinity, in the middle is absolutely pure water, and the dirt and impurities, all go to the bottom.

Wren took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and continued to walk forward, his body already in an extremely strange state as the divinity eroded his body and internal organs, and the struggle between the Flower of the Revenant and the Divinity. The Divinity is quietly and unconsciously transforming his organs in order to adapt them to the presence of the Divinity. However, under the effect of not being able to directly harm Wren's soul, the Flower of the Revenant also had a wonderful change after it was mutually exclusive to the Divinity.

Everywhere the divinity transformed, it was destroyed by the Flower of the Revenant, and the two sides were constantly fighting in every place where blood flowed in Wren's body, muscles, skin, organs, and even brains. Now Wren's head is in a sharp, unbearable pain every moment. Even if you breathe, even if you say a word, even if you turn your head a little, your head will have a headache as if it is about to crack.

But on the surface, he did not show the slightest manifestation of being tortured by "illness", as calm and indifferent as ever, he could not see any fluctuations in his heart, and even the windows of his soul, his eyes, were like an ancient well without waves, without the slightest ripple.

"It's coming!", Wren could feel that there was a ball of divine power derived from Dumeron that was rapidly coming to him, if nothing else, it should be the High Priest.

He had a lot to ask the High Priest, a lot of unanswered questions that the High Priest needed to answer for him, and at the same time he was afraid of such a meeting, not only because he was afraid of the High Priest, but also because he was afraid of the speculation that was a foregone conclusion.

While encamping at night, the high priest appeared.

Covered with snow all year round, the ice suddenly rises higher and higher with a human-shaped ice sculpture, which is crystal clear and more lifelike than the masterpieces of the greatest artists. It took less than ten seconds for the transparent ice sculpture to be infected with dark blue, and a dignified and graceful woman appeared inside the ice sculpture. She was wearing an aqua blue floor-length dress, a high crown of hair, a face that could not be seen directly, and a dazzling look in her eyes, all indicating that the person inside this ice sculpture was not simple.

The ice cubes on the surface of the ice sculpture shattered and cracked inch by inch, and the ice cubes flowing on the ground were churning like a river, and the high priest could not see any movement, and the ice fragments on his body suddenly shook and fell to the ground.

"I didn't expect you to come so quickly!", the High Priestess's tone was the opposite of her cold ice, revealing a kind and gentleness, "Is something happening?", her legs did not move, the ice kept rolling, and she walked to the side of the camp. She wanted to be alone with Wren, who also got some answers from her, and the two of them walked towards the outside of the camp.

Wren coughed lightly and swallowed back the fishy sweet liquid that came out of his throat, and as he walked, he said, "As you can see, there are some problems with my body, and I'm not sure if I have any hope of living longer, but as a human being, a species with intelligence, I can only keep myself alive as much as I can, and pay any price." ”

The High Priest's gaze fell on Wren's body, examining it inch by inch, and nodded hesitantly, "Indeed, when you just landed on the ice field, the Lord God had already responded, where did this strong divinity in you come from......?"

She didn't speak, but Wren knew what she was trying to say, and he shrugged, "My mother left me a bronze ring that I left before I can remember, and this bronze ring has brought me to where I am today, and has helped me survive several mortal crises. I would like to ask you two things, first, what happens when this ring ignites all the runes. Second...... Do you know my father??"

The ice that was tumbling on the ice suddenly stopped, and Wren stopped and looked back at the High Priest who was half a step behind him.

The High Priest hesitated for a moment before saying, "I'm sorry, but I don't know where the Bronze Ring came from, so I can't help you with anything. As for your father...... I know. ”

"He's a nice guy, he's funny, and there's never been a happier time with him. It is hard to imagine such a different man among the nobles, he is like a ......", the high priest was silent for a moment, "I cannot describe it, but in any case he is more considerate and gentler than anyone can imagine. ”

Wren looked at her, "So, are you my mother?"

The high priest did not deny it, but met his eyes with great interest and asked, "Why do you say that?"

"Feeling!", Wren's tone was very resolute and firm, "It's a feeling, in fact, when I first met you, I realized some kind of indescribable possibility, we may have a deep relationship, plus your attention and attitude towards me, even if I have no direct relationship with you, you and I have a certain indirect relationship." In fact, in this world, I don't have many immediate relatives other than my parents. ”

"Since I was a child, I didn't have a mother, and no one ever told me why I didn't have a mother, whether she was alive or dead. I used to think that my mother should be some unknown noblewoman in the Golden Family, after all, as the heir of the Arcanian family, my blood cannot be faked. But then I investigated, and no one knew who my mother was, so she just appeared out of nowhere, lived with my father, and then disappeared again. ”

"Combined with the blood flowing in my body, as well as the constraints of identity and status, I believe that my father will not choose a commoner girl as the object of inheritance, which is the last bottom line of the golden aristocracy. In the entire continent, except for the golden nobles who have a sacred bloodline, I am afraid that only a few saints or hidden families have such a bloodline. Considering my father's special status, it is unlikely that he will marry those small families, and the environment of the empire does not allow a certain saint to become the matriarch of the golden nobles, then my mother must have a very special status and identity. ”

"Coupled with some of my investigations, in the end, you are the most suspicious object, not one!"

"The Divine Messenger, paired with the Inheritor of the Divine Bloodline, is perhaps the most likely combination. ”

The High Priest was silent for a moment, a look of nostalgia on her face, and she nodded slightly, "Yes, I am your mother. ”

"So Ywell is my sister?", Wren's tone still didn't change much, as if he already knew the answer.

The high priest nodded, "Your sister was only born when she was two years old, in fact, I didn't want to leave the imperial capital at that time, but the oracle of Dumeron arrived, and I had to leave ......"

Wren pursed his lips and smiled, "No need to apologize, you gave me precious life, but I don't have the slightest thing to give back to the gift you gave me life, so even if you want to say sorry, it's me." He paused, revealing the ring on his index finger, "And what does this mean? ”

The two of them walked up, and the High Priest shook his head, "Actually, I don't know what this ring represents, and after a long period of research since the day I got it, I'm not sure what this ring is for any specific purpose, until this moment. ”

Wren nodded noncommittally, not continuing to delve into the answer, his tone suddenly became a little uplifted, "You know what? I'm dying!"

The high priest's expression became solemn, "I can see that the divinity comparable to a god overwhelms your body, such a rich divinity is comparable to a superior god, the key is that your divinity conforms to the order that constructs the laws of the universe." The Divinity has given you so much power that it has the same degree of destruction. It can make you and destroy you at the same time. With your human body, you can't sustain it for too long, and in a month at most, you'll die, not to mention that you still have a toxin like the Flower of the Revenant on your body. ”

"You know the Flower of the Revenant, this poison in me?"

The High Priest smiled slightly, "You are not the only one in this world who loves good luck, there are many people who also have some 'destiny' that mortals recognize. These people all have special powers or abilities, and one of them has the Flower of the Revenant in his hand, Chardin!"

Chardin is a very special being, and from the beginning of his sensibility, he has become synonymous with demons, as he always appears with plagues and undead. Of course, this was a dramatic result, at the time Chardin was only a five or six-year-old child, and he belonged to a very low-key family of Protoss descendants. At only five or six years old, he was favored by the unified will of the entire universe, and naturally awakened his talent, a very powerful, shameless talent.

He can freely travel between the world of the living and the world of the dead anytime, anywhere, at will, and many materials that are very precious to the present world, or even unobtainable, he can easily obtain, and more importantly, he can make himself immortal. It is said that he once received the Lich's inheritance, and he cut his soul and hid it in a box and threw it into the sea of bones in the world of the dead, and he is immortal unless the Emperor of the Dead resurrects.

He has long called himself the "enforcer of justice", the defender of order, the judge of the law, and he will interfere with anyone or anything that might unduly affect the development of the world. Doing something to Wren is just a daily job of his scavengers, not against him, and it won't be directed at him.

"I see!", Wren sighed a little, the big people are actually not easy to live, the ghost knows that the little bastard who secretly poisoned people or poisoned people actually lived for so long, and actually imposed his own values and worldview on the whole world.

"Well, then, I have one more question to ask, Ewell, is this my own sister?", the High Priest had nothing to hide, and nodded very neatly, and Wren almost blurted out what was the point of sending her daughter to her own son's bed, and most likely giving birth to a bloodline destroyer. Of course, Wren's purpose is not here, "I need to light up the eighth rune, maybe I can find a possibility to live a little longer through this rune, so I want to meet Ewell." ”

"You're going to kill her, aren't you?, just because she also carries the blood of the Alcanian family?" the high priest's face gradually turned cold.

Wren nodded very seriously, "Isn't it more valuable for others to use their lives to save me from the grip of death than if I had to surrender to death?"

"You're crazy!", the high priest had some difficulty controlling his emotions, "you're going to kill your sister to get a possibility? You're really crazy, I'm not going to let you do that!"

With a smile on his face, Wren took out a small bottle containing the Stone of Truth from his bosom, crushed the bottle, took the Hour of Truth into his mouth, and swallowed it.

"You all say that gods can do anything, I'm not sure if gods can do that, but at this moment, I am a god!"

The blazing sunlight tore through the thick clouds over the ice sheet that could never be dispersed, and slashed straight from the sky like a sharp sword, shining on Wren. The thorns in Wren's eyes changed slightly, and then turned into a blazing sun. At the same time, in his right eye, a bright moon slowly rose.

[I don't know this stalk, you need to see the Great Pope!]