It was quiet.

The whole vestibule was silent.

A grid of lightning bolts imprinted on the walls of the palace in an instant, and the silver snake swam along, leaving scorched black marks. The Grand Duke of Joan of Arc gasped for breath, and the blood foam in her mouth continued to cough out as she breathed violently, printing red on the bricks beneath her feet. She had already raised her battle qi to the highest level in the shortest possible time and protected her whole body, but in the face of the seventh-level power grid, she was still a little weaker.

Although the upper body is a little burnt, at least there are no too serious injuries, and the real fatal injuries come from the lower half of the body. In her lower abdomen, deep bony wounds had nearly destroyed her vital organs, and her legs had been severely wounded, with only charred bones in a few places. She fell to the ground with a thud, she was not dead, her strong strength made her vitality much stronger than that of normal people, although it prolonged her survival time, but also made her suffer more pain and psychological fear at the end of her life.

Most of the warriors behind her had already fallen to the ground, except for a few clever people who lay on the ground the moment the dazzling lightning appeared, avoiding the deadly power grid, and most of the others were cut into several large pieces of the city, and they could not die again. The most bizarre thing is that there is not much blood on the ground, and the high temperature of the power grid burns the wounds and blood vessels in an instant, and the blood that was sprayed at that time is also evaporated by the high temperature.

The whole vestibule was as terrifying as hell, and the knights, including the knights, were covered with a large number of corpses on the ground, and it was impossible to tell who was who.

Grien was also badly wounded, his entire back was burned, and he was dying. His eyes looked at the dark sky without focus, and a small amount of blood spilled from his mouth and nostrils, some pouring into his trachea, causing a violent cough. With each cough, he was one step closer to death. His mind was very chaotic at this time, he had no idea that Empress Pars would choose such a special time and directly use the lightning generator to sweep away everyone in the vestibule, including him and the cavalry.

But I have to say that this timing is very good, as long as Grace can solve Rennes, then there will be no one or anything that can stop the Orlando family from reaching the top.

It's just that why are they a little unwilling, why are they a little angry, this is obviously the greatest wish of him and Grace, and it is also the goal they have been fighting for.

Didn't the family educate them from a young age that they must be loyal to this empire, they must serve the Orlando family, and even if they face death, they can't take a step back.

I'm really unwilling.......

In the end, his eyes gradually lost the last trace of brilliance, and he exhaled his last breath, and he could no longer see the magnificence of the golden glow of the sun rising in the east, nor could he see the gentle wife and the ignorant and lovely child. He didn't die for himself, he died for someone else.

Perhaps, this is his unwillingness and anger before he died.

Grand Duke Joan of Arc smiled bitterly and untied the torn pieces of armor on his body, and moved back forcefully, leaning against a pile of corpses that smelled of flesh. She looked at her lower abdomen, her eyes flowing with a complicated light, and she could not question the Queen of Pars herself, because she was dying. Perhaps from the day she joined the army, from the moment she put on her military uniform and carried a long sword, she had realized her final return.

While she was sad, she was also extremely glad that at least she died on the battlefield, in battle, and not on the sickbed like an old woman.

A trembling hand drew a dagger from her waist and aimed it at her heart, and she smiled one last time.

Lisuo, who has to fight hard and die to die, is not her style to be cranky here.

The suddenly calm vestibule focused everyone's attention on the backyard, and both monsters seemed to have fought to the limit. Grace's body was constantly collapsing, and Rayne's body was also collapsing, and the two people who were about to disintegrate stabbed the long swords in their hands into each other's bodies almost simultaneously. Seeing that Wren lifted his transformation, all the thorns burst in an instant, turning into patches of golden blood, and a hideous smile finally appeared on Grace's monster-like face.

He won, even though he was badly injured enough to shake his roots, but he won in the end. No one in this empire can stop the rise of the Orlando family, and his name will be written in history with all its glory, and will be the object of praise and singing by countless future generations.

He stretched out his hand and squeezed Wren tightly in his hand, silently muttering goodbye in his heart, and slammed it hard!

Golden blood spurted out of his fingers in an instant, he laughed, and his body began to collapse completely, but he didn't regret it.

Wren is dead?!

End of book!

But no.

Just when Wren felt that the aura of death was so strong that he wanted to sneeze, he connected Angela's nerves, and a huge sense of crisis was sent directly into Angela's mind, and the next moment, he appeared in the Central Empire.

Angela, who had just fallen out of love, looked at Wren who fell from the sky and was covered in blood, and screamed at a loss. The forces in charge of monitoring Angela were startled, and more than a dozen people immediately appeared outside her windows, doors, and rooftops. They probe everything in the room in a variety of ways, and then quickly relay the news to their hosts.

Versace, who had just experienced a hand-to-hand fight, was enjoying the comfort of the maid relaxing his muscles for him, when the butler beside him suddenly rushed in with an indescribable solemn expression, "My lord, Wren suddenly appeared at Angela's house, he was seriously injured, and now he is unconscious. ”

Versace's sleepy sleepiness disappeared in an instant, and he immediately turned over and sat up, put on a nightgown and walked towards the door, and as he went, he said, "Please come over at once, and I remember that there is a scroll of Retti Power in the collection room? Send it at once, and I will arrive later." ”

Not only Versace, but the entire imperial capital's top brass were alarmed.

A large number of cherished medicines and scrolls were taken out of the treasure room and delivered to Angela's home. A group of legendary powerhouses arrived at the place where Angela lived first, and they emptied everything around them, even Angela. They cautiously looked at Wren, who was lying on the ground and unconscious, and the shimmer of divine blood that shimmered with golden light in his blood. The expressions on these people's faces were extremely strange, and everyone seemed to be suppressing the excitement in their hearts, not wanting to show it for others to know. But they couldn't completely suppress the distorted face because of it, and they couldn't hide anything at all.

It wasn't until after the arrival of those half-step eternal peerless powerhouses that the situation changed.

A space powerhouse crouched down beside Wren, and in disbelief he stretched out his finger stained with some golden blood, and then stuffed it into his mouth. His eyes suddenly widened, and his whole body trembled, and from his rattling teeth, two words came out - divinity!

The crowd of onlookers exploded in an instant, that's divinity!

Everyone's eyes became more burning when they looked at Wren, that was divinity, as long as they had divinity, plus the ninth-level crystal nucleus as a pseudo-godhead, they could directly pass the most difficult level and become an eternal powerhouse, and from then on, they would completely draw the boundary between them and humans, and become another unparalleled existence.

"Certainly, we must find the door to that world, we must go over!", said an old fire mage, who had been trapped in a half-step eternity for more than three hundred years. His old body was no longer enough for him to last longer, and he had to break through the current limit as soon as possible, otherwise all that awaited him was death.

People who live in distress are not afraid of death, because death can be a relief for them, such as the former orcs. But all the people present are strong men who are respected and worshipped by human beings, and they enjoy the power, wealth, status, and glory that comes with their strength. How could they give up such a life and choose death? Once hope appeared in front of them, they would not hesitate to kill their own children with their own hands.

"Yes, find a way to save him, save him immediately, no matter what the cost!", the space mage tore open a void with his hand, and disappeared here the moment he stepped in, and only set off an insignificant ripple in the air. In less than three minutes, the space was torn open again, and a priest in white robes was brought over. The space mage pointed at Wren and said, "Save him, everyone will accept your affection." Can't save ......"

The priest slowly took out a pair of eyes from his pocket and looked around, indifferent to the threat of the space mage. He is one of the patriarchs of the five major pastoral districts, second only to the Pope, threatening him? No kidding, the strongest man of the human race is his immediate superior, and he doesn't care about the threat of this mage at all. But the moment his gaze fell on Wren, the holy power fluctuated uncontrollably, and the entire residential area was instantly shrouded in light, and the void continued to hear the Sanskrit sound of holy songs.

"Divine ......", he casually hit Wren's body with a holy light, but soon he frowned, "He was injured by divine power, and the power of mortals is not enough to remove the damage on his body, I need the crystal nucleus of the ninth-level light system, immediately!", the holy light in his hand was not extinguished, and continued to envelop Wren, "I can only maintain his vitality now and not continue to decay, you must speed up!"

The next moment, all the powerhouses around him instantly rose into the air and flew in all directions, leaving only scars.

In less than ten minutes, even the Pope was alarmed, and he himself appeared here. Looking at Wren, who was dying, he only said one word.

"Concentrate the power of all human beings, and you must find a ninth-level light crystal nucleus!"

"Whoever finds it first will be on the first list!"