Grace!

When Wren squeezed the name out between his teeth, he clearly felt the movements of the black-armored soldiers around him.

Grace's name is too big, bigger than people think. The empire constantly touted the Grace and Greon brothers, on the one hand, they were die-hard supporters of the royal family, and on the other hand, the royal family needed someone to step up to replace the impression of the Valkyrie in people's minds.

The golden aristocracy is his own people, not the Valkyrie!

Besides, she is already old, no matter what the purpose, someone in this empire must take on the responsibility of the god of war and the god of war, become the spiritual backbone of the Desi people, and become the pillar of the Orlando Empire. Fortunately, the Grace and Greine brothers are still worthy of the care of the royal family, especially Grace, whose talent is even more amazing, and he is known as the "living god of war". He can mobilize the power of his bloodline and the battle qi to merge into one, forming an even more explosive power, far exceeding the power of the battle qi itself!

The punch just now was the bonus brought by his talent, and his combat power was already clearly at the peak of the eighth order, and it was even possible that as he unleashed more secret techniques, he would enter the ninth order level.

Someone once said that as long as any professional person has stepped into the ninth order, then he is a god!

In the face of such a strong and unexpected opponent, Wren's teeth were rattled by him, and it turned out that the Queen of Pars was not waiting for Grien, but Grace!

He snorted coldly, "Before the full moon retreated, you returned to the imperial capital without authorization, Grace, who gave you the power to ignore the interests of the entire empire and satisfy the interests of individual people and individual families? You say that I betrayed the empire? I think you are the real traitor!", sometimes the lethality of words can hurt people's hearts more than fists, and it is also more ruthless and cruel, "If Full Moon knows that you have left the Western Front, and thus breaks through the positions of the Western Front, even if you are scraped alive, it will not be enough to atone for your sins!"

Grace's face also changed a little, and Wren hit him to the point with a single word. From the moment Empress Pars issued a secret order asking him to secretly return to the imperial capital immediately, he began to struggle. The offensive on the Western Front did not stop with Byron's retreat, which was the exact opposite of all estimates. The Golden Horde of the Full Moon had moved at least three hundred kilometers to the east, and it seemed that this time the Full Moon was going to abandon Byron and go it alone.

The pressure on the Western Front increased again, and a steady stream of supplies and soldiers were transported from all parts of the country to the Western Front by train, which was a convenient and fast way, and the situation was stabilized. Grace is like a trump card, he can't move easily, and when he doesn't move, the deterrent is the greatest, which is why he dares to rush back. As long as he cleans up Rennes tonight, he will take the train to the Western Line early tomorrow morning and arrive on the Western Line before sunset the day after tomorrow.

In less than four days, even if he didn't show up, the suspicious High Moon Great Chief wouldn't have launched a general attack on his own.

But despite this, he was very worried about the situation on the Western Front.

It was at this time that what he was most worried about was revealed by Wren, which made him a little annoyed and angry. He squeezed the gloves on his hands and clenched his fists, "As long as I kill you, all the trouble will be solved." After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for Wren to continue beeping, his body sank down sharply, his legs bent, and his hands were naturally at his sides. I saw him kick hard, and with a loud bang, the entire courtyard wall collapsed one after another, leaving a huge depression on the ground that cracked inch by inch, and his whole person flew straight towards Wren like a cannonball.

Vaguely, Wren remembered a guy with his pants on the outside, and Grace seemed to coincide with his shadow. He swung his fist out, and the air in front of Wren seemed to be pumped into a vacuum in an instant, and the fist that had been glittering with golden light suddenly appeared on Wren's left side and hit his body hard. The fist was still about five or six meters away from him, and his whole body was about to be torn apart by the fist.

The clothes had long since turned into strips of cloth, and he stood almost naked under the fist, seeing that he was about to be hit by this golden fist, and in an instant, dozens of thorn vines the thickness of little fingers broke out of the ground from under his feet, tightly clinging to his skin and quickly swimming, and the moment the fist touched him, his whole person was wrapped in thorns - like a piece of thorny clothing, full of a wild manic beauty.

With a bang, a shadow that was so fast that it could barely be seen clearly by the naked eye was knocked out by the golden fist, leaving a series of craters on the ground, and finally crashed into a wall and was buried in the ruins.

Grace's feet landed slowly, he tightened the wristbands of his gloves, his squinted eyes flashed with a dangerous glow, he felt that the blow just now did not blow Wren out, and he also saw the unusual clothes on Wren's body. Spit out, and before Wren could crawl out of the rubble, he bent down violently, and his hands tightly clasped the edge of the bluestone slab of more than ten square meters on the ground, and slammed hard.

The green tendons on his head jumped, and the tendons on his neck also rolled back and forth, his face was red, and with his roar, the whole bluestone slab weighing more than ten tons was actually lifted by him. He took a few steps forward and threw it hard, and there was a muffled thud, and the air seemed to be compressed by the impact of the huge stone. The stones fell swiftly into the ruins, and the loud noise and shaking of the ground and the shaking of the mountains terrified many of the Blackarmoured Soldiers. They had forgotten what they were here for, and they were supposed to cry and shout to dig Wren out of the rubble.

As if that wasn't enough to make Grace feel safe, he took a deep breath and leapt into the air...... A thorn instantly wrapped around his ankle, and he had jumped into the air, with nowhere to borrow his strength, and the middle of the thorn twisted, and he was violently knocked out of the air! A dozen thorns wrapped tightly around him, constricting like a snake.

On the other side, the ruins that had been plowed almost a dozen meters after being hit by the stone slab shook, and the ground next to it suddenly sunk, and a thorn the size of a bucket wrapped around Wren and took him out of the ground with him.

Blood continued to spill from the cracks in the thorn-made armor, and he was wounded, not light. It was only then that he remembered that he had once asked Empress Pars what kind of talent Grace had, and Empress Pars seemed to be joking, as if to be serious, that his talent was like a god descending from him.

Yes, the gods have descended, and the power given to the divine servants by the god king in a god system that was once wiped out by sea monsters in the northern regions is this and this.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood when he opened his mouth, and his thorns were really a little weak compared to Grace's talent that was purely used in battle and war. But fortunately, there are not so many reasonable scientific explanations in this world, and sometimes the strength and weakness are not tight, but only look at the surface.

Grace, who was entangled in thorns, was wrapped tightly all over, and whenever he exerted force, those taut thorns would let go of a little force so that he would not break it. But when he retracted, the thorns wrapped around him tightly.

Wren stood in mid-air wrapped in thorns, his right hand raised, and a knight's spear formed by thorns instantly appeared in his palm. Countless sharp thorns reflected the luster of metal in the moonlight, and he threw it hard, and the spear slammed into Grace on the ground.

At the same time, he angrily retorted, "What are you still looking at? Go to Pars at once, catch her, kill her!

At this time, the soldiers of the Black Armor Army suddenly woke up and immediately rushed to the palace. Grace's eyes widened on the ground, the anger in his eyes almost erupted, and he roared and roared wildly, a golden light looming around him. Before the flying spear could touch his body, it was twisted into pieces by the golden light.

With a loud bang, a stream of air rose into the sky, and even the few clouds in the sky were scattered by this air current.

Wren looked half-blinded towards the center of the airflow, and Grace actually broke free from the thorns and stood up. More than just standing up, he was at least twice as big as before. Grace, who was almost completely naked, was like a monster of muscle bumps, every muscle fiber was clearly visible, and even the ligaments and tendons twitching caused by his every small movement.

His eyes turned golden, flashing with a faint golden light, the whole person was at least four meters tall, the muscles on his shoulders were erected like two door panels, and the muscles on his neck were tangled tightly to form a hoop to protect his head. He resembles a distorted flesh mech, full of devastating power.

He glanced at the black-armored army running towards the palace, raised his legs, which were nearly a meter thick, and stepped down gently. The huge force frantically squeezed the stone slab in the process of trampling, so that when the stone slab cracked, it not just cracked, but exploded! Countless finger-thick pebbles soared into the air, and he opened his hand with a simple wave!

The shrill whistling sound was short and alarming, and countless blood flowers bloomed at his side, and almost all the black-armored soldiers were pierced by the ridiculous stones.

And he didn't even look at it, as if he knew the outcome before he acted.

"Little ...... Insect...... Child...... , Die!", after becoming a giant, Grace's ability to speak seems to have weakened a lot, he can't say a complete sentence coherently, and his consciousness is clear, but Wren doesn't believe that there is no cost to become like this.

He always thinks that if you want to get something, you must pay an equal price, if Grace can become like this endlessly without a price, Orlando would have unified the entire universe a long time ago, how can there be so many things today?

It's just that it's a little out of place to think about these things at this time, he shook his hand with a gloomy face, and stretched out a thorn in his palm, wrapped around his clothes that had slipped to the side and shredded into rags, and rolled over.

He pulled out a handful of Tiberium hedron from his well-dressed pocket, and the corner of his eye jumped, and he gritted his teeth and stuffed it into his mouth.

You're not the only one who can transform!