The weather was a little cold, and patrolling in armor in the middle of the night in this weather was not an easy errand. The good thermal conductivity of metal is enough to make every soldier on patrol feel the malice of autumn, but their duty does not allow them to remove their heavy and cold armor, so they can only speed up the patrol, return to the house as soon as possible, enjoy the warmth of the stove, drink a cup of hot fruit tea, eat two snacks, and have a good rest.

"Seems to be a sound!", the patrol team stopped at the intersection of First Avenue, and the sound of some boots on the ground could be faintly heard. The voice was not intense, nor did it arouse the vigilance of the team. The patrol team that had stopped moving forward soon saw the coming, some nobles led by Vito.

It is normal for the nobles to stay home at night in the Golden Ring District, and the night is the real home of the nobles, and they will hold various balls, banquets, and buffets to find a little fun for their empty life. If you see a nobleman before dawn, it must be the end of an event and the nobles are preparing to move or return home.

Besides, this group of people is led by Prime Minister Vito, who is second only to His Majesty's magnates, although some tabloids have been criticizing His Majesty's governance plan recently, and they have also openly or covertly exposed the discord between His Majesty and the Prime Minister, but after all, they are all tabloids, and they are not credible until His Majesty or Vito does not stand up and admit it.

The patrol team, which had no vigilance in the first place, lost even the last trace of vigilance, and they stood straight, not to prepare for battle, but to make a deep and good impression on Vito.

"Are you still patrolling so late?", Vito looked very kind, and there was no pretension as a prime minister at all, which made this patrol soldier feel a sense of being valued and recognized. The squad leader immediately stepped forward and puffed out his chest.

"Yes, Prime Minister, it is our duty to guard the palace, so none of us dare to be careless. ”

Vito nodded with satisfaction, "It's all good, please keep it up, the safety of the palace depends on you to maintain it." Vito patted the soldier on the shoulder, and led the nobles to continue to turn a corner, walking in the opposite direction of the soldier's patrol.

Looking at the rapid departure of this group of nobles, the soldiers of the patrol squad showed a look of envy in their eyes, which was fleeting.

No one does not want to be a nobleman, as long as they are Desi and live in the Desi Empire, they absolutely aspire to become a real nobleman. The aristocracy had a lot of power here, a high social status, and most importantly, money and face.

The moment the envious gaze was withdrawn from the nobles, a long sword pierced the neck of the squad leader. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the young soldier behind him with a hideous devil-like smile on his face, although his neck was pierced but not completely damaged his throat, he simply asked why, but found that he was flying! The corpse lying on the ground was so familiar, in addition to him, two other people had their necks cut off.

With a thud, his head fell to the ground, and a tingling pain made his entire consciousness dim and drowsy, and he fell into eternal sleep.

In the past month, Vito and the other nobles have tried every means to buy the guards of the palace, coercion and temptation are only the most common, and some of the guards' families have been controlled by these nobles, their purpose is to control the palace as quickly as possible, and then declare the Rennes regime to be illegal in the name of anyway. At that time, Vito will marry Goliath and become the new owner of this palace, and will also be the new master of this empire.

Entering the palace through the open backyard, Vito immediately had the women scattered in search of Goliath and Wren, and of course the sissy of Fontos. And he himself, with the nobles, walked into the main hall that often appeared. Looking at the cold throne on the steps, Vito's heart began to beat violently. He suddenly felt a parchment in his mouth, and his blood seemed to be burning!

He turned to look around at the excited nobles around him, smiled and nodded, and walked towards the steps. The moment he stepped on the steps, something seemed to awaken in his body, and his expression became solemn, like a devout believer, walking step by step to the steps with divine faith.

When he turned his back to the throne and faced the nobles in the main hall, a thought arose in his mind that he had never thought of himself, the scenery that he was standing here was so unique.

He slowly placed his ass on the throne, and without fully sitting down, he felt something indescribable, transmitted through the throne into his body. He tensed his face to prevent himself from laughing at this solemn moment, the hard-working muscles on his face trembled, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, making him look very uncomfortable.

"We succeeded!", he sat back, "but now is not the time to celebrate, there are still many nobles suspected of colluding with Rennes in the imperial capital, and outside the imperial capital, there are still some areas that have fallen to the feet of Rennes the Monarch Slayer, so we still have a long way to go, and there are still many things to do." Now the first thing is to sweep away the traitors in the imperial capital, everyone, let's mobilize it!"

Vito stood up excitedly and sat down again, as if from this day forward, he would rule the empire.

It wasn't until someone came and went, Goliath was gone, Celeste was gone, the barbarian saint was gone, and even Vonkos was gone, that Vito calmed down as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him.

"You mean that the whole palace is empty?", the bad thought in his mind floated again, and he thought back to everything that had happened from beginning to end, and he could only say that it was too easy, too easy, like ...... Wren was acquiescing in their "rebellion" and giving them the green light along the way.

After a month of plotting without leaking a single piece of information, the palace actually came in so easily, but there was no one related to Wren in the entire palace, what was that madman thinking about Wren? Why did he do this? How dare he do this?

By this time, the bad feeling in his heart had evolved into panic, like a trap set by Wren, and he fell headlong into it.

Bad news kept coming, in the imperial capital, all the nobles who had a direct relationship with Wren disappeared, leaving only an empty manor and a group of worthless servants, and even in the old library, there were not many greyhounds, let alone Nietzsche, the dog leg next to Wren.

What exactly do they want to do?

One by one, the news that something was wrong kept coming back from the outside, and the nobles who had left regrouped, and there were no more victorious smiles on their faces, only a blank feeling at the inexplicable situation at this moment.

Obviously the fruits of victory, but why does it give people the feeling of losing something?

The anxiety continued until dawn, when someone left exhausted. At this time, Vito no longer sat on the throne, that thing made him sit still, like a fire under his buttocks, and like an invisible needle prick on the throne, making it difficult to sit down.

Wren himself had quietly arrived at an oasis near the junction of the Full Moon Empire and the Desi Empire.

The oasis is not very large, less than two kilometers in diameter, in an irregular oval shape, and in the center of the oasis there is a lake, which is fed mainly by the lower tributary of the Thudorn River. The oasis is always a lifeline in the desert, and even the Golden Horde needs to be fixed on the edge of a huge oasis in order for it to prosper.

The oasis here was originally inhabited by many sand barbarians, but all but those who were killed had been driven away, and the purpose of doing so was for the sake of the Eye of Truth. It is true that Wren can directly find a big city to practice, but he doesn't want to take such a direct risk, he needs to verify the authenticity of the refining array, and the Sand Barbarian race is obviously the best experiment.

When the last solidified refining array plate was tightly together, the mysterious runes began to glow under the infusion of Tiberium hedrons, and everyone left the place. They didn't go far, just observed from a short distance.

It took about three or four days for the driven Shaman to send a small group of only twenty or thirty men to run back to take a look, and when they found that the Desi had left, they immediately informed the tribesmen who were already in trouble. In the days of lack of water supplies, they had slaughtered hundreds of mounts and replaced water with blood, but this was still not enough, some of them had already died of dehydration, and a large number of people were about to die of dehydration.

Fortunately, these Desi have finally left, and they can go back again.

About 20,000 people rushed from the desert into the oasis, kneeling on the edge of the lake reverently, holding the cool lake water with both hands, holding tears in their eyes, humming songs in the sand barbarian language, while gulping to replenish the water.

At this moment, Wren, who was observing from a distance, nodded, and some alchemists who had been lurking around the oasis embedded Tiberium spars in various nodes, and the silver brilliance suddenly bloomed, like a towering silver light curtain, enveloping the entire oasis in the center.

The clouds in the sky quickly turned black and rolled, and occasionally a silver snake loomed in the black clouds, but the thunder could not be heard for a long time.

A frail man who had drunk enough water, and was about to rest under the shade of a tree, suddenly his eyes were round, as if something was pulling his eyes out. He tried to press his eyes back with both hands, but could not do anything.

There was a crackling sound, and blood mixed with a clear, jelly-like thing slowly flowed out from the gap between his palm and cheek. It was as if a noose had been put around his neck, and he was hoisted high by some force, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, and his heels were off the ground, only the toes of his feet were still touching the earth. He lost his eyes, his face was a little frightened in the direction of the sky, and he opened his mouth, and three gray things slowly overflowed from his eye sockets and mouth, and finally converged into a gray air mass.

That's his soul!

There are constantly Sha Man's eyes bursting like him, facing the sky as if he is being hung up, even the strongest Sha Man can't resist this special force. More and more souls collide with each other and merge into one, and the cries and curses can be faintly "heard" from these souls. The souls tumbled and turned into a huge gray air mass, which continued to compress and tighten, and finally turned into a small translucent bead.

There is a dark red streak of blood in this bead, which exudes a charming fragrance that makes people want to lick it and taste it. When the last Tiberium hedron in the Refining Array shattered, the bead suddenly lost its support from the air and fell into the lake.

All the sandmen who were hung up fell to the ground in an instant, but the strange thing was that these people were not dead, they seemed to be asleep. They can still breathe, their body's instincts are still running, and some people even have some reflexes on their bodies because they have fallen into a different place.

Even the alchemists, who often appeared among the knights to represent the evil side, felt a little panicked.

Wren walked to the edge of the lake, stretched out a hand and put it into the water, his palm suddenly cracked, and dozens of thorn vines swarmed out, quickly searching the lake. In less than ten minutes, the bead was scooped up by him.

Looking at the small beads lying quietly in his palm, Wren sighed a little inexplicably, this is the essence of the souls of one or twenty thousand people! And he suddenly understood why the Truth Sect was exterminated.

When the bead touched Wren's skin, Wren had a feeling and urge of "I can do everything", as if he could tear the sky apart with just a wave of his hand. With a stomp of his feet, he can divide the earth, and he is like an all-knowing and all-powerful god, and nothing can stop him.

He quickly shook his head, put these unrealistic ideas behind him, and filled the Eye of Truth in a small bottle.

After the departure of Wren and his party, a large number of food and animals poured in from all directions. These bold scavengers don't care whether they are dead or not, but in such a season, live meat is more delicious. The living people did not resist, did not drive away, they lay quietly in the oasis, and the animals still turned them into food for their stomachs.

And the next stop in Rennes is the imperial capital.

He deliberately let these people jump out, he estimated that he gave them enough time and opportunities, and he also gave the other party the fruits of victory.

Now, he's going to take it all away.

Including their souls.

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