Even when the civil war broke out and the enemy hit outside the imperial capital, the boiling voices in the Golden Ring District did not calm down for even a moment. The nobility of the empire may forget many things, but they will never forget to have fun, whatever it is!

This is an article published by a scholar in Pravda, which condemns the nobles who do not want to calm the national crisis in the face of the outbreak of civil war, but instead find as much fun as possible to make themselves happy day and night.

But today, the Golden Ring is quiet, like a mass grave outside the city, and the air is as silent as death.

Under the light of the street lamp, not a single pedestrian could be seen, and even the manor, which was lit up to dawn on both sides of the road almost every day, was dark at this time.

This is not a good thing, because everyone knows that when danger comes, then danger, it is really close at hand.

In the old library, the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc changed into a military uniform, wearing a crimson cloak, she drew her long sword, and her momentum rose sharply. At this time, she was like a god of war standing up to the sky, and the long sword she held high seemed to want to seek a truth and an explanation from the sky. The two thousand armoured men in front of her looked at her silently, waiting for her orders.

She took a deep breath to soothe the restless heartbeat in her heart, slowing the rushing blood slightly. There was no passionate mobilization speech, nor did she say any blood-boiling war slogans, she just slashed the long sword in her hand hard, pointed in the direction of the palace, and squeezed out the word "kill" from her lips!

Her inner turmoil was far more turbulent than she had shown to be calm, and she was eager to ask Queen Pars herself why she had killed her child, and she wanted to ask Queen Pars why she didn't like her. Was it because she was a woman, or was it because of her exploits and status that an emperor like Empress Pars felt a heavy pressure?

Hatred has filled her body and turned into a steady stream of power, which is bound to make everything clear tonight!

The moment the group came out of the old library, someone lurking in the shadows passed the information they had seen back to the palace. Empress Pars, who rested early on weekdays, was still sitting in the main hall and sitting on the throne in good spirits at this time. Her half-closed eyes suddenly opened, and a blinding light seemed to flash in the entire hall. She looked at Vito under her seat, who sat expressionlessly.

She looked back at Grien, who was standing to the side, and Grien bent slightly.

There were also more than a dozen nobles in the main hall, their faces were pale, and they avoided the gaze of Empress Pars in a cold sweat. They have done their best, both in the Imperial Diet and at this moment, they have done their best. They had put together 3,000 private soldiers to fill the palace, which was all they could muster at the moment. Not every nobleman would put all their armed forces in the imperial capital, and in addition to being regarded as idiots, doing so would also cause unnecessary trouble.

So there are not many people in the hands of these nobles, you have two hundred, and I have three hundred to make up three thousand, and some of them are not warriors. They were a gardener, a cook, and a servant before today. But at this moment, they all became warriors who bravely defended the Empress!

They are panicked and uneasy about the fate choices they will face next. No one knew how this battle would end, and they didn't even know if they would be able to achieve the final victory as they had done in countless previous struggles. None of this is known, and people are uneasy because of the unknown.

"Wren's men are out of the old library and on their way. Empress Pars opened her lips slightly, and said an inexplicable word, and the next moment she slapped her hand heavily on the armrest of the throne, "From the old library to the palace, there are so many noble mansions and so many nobles along the way, and no one has sent a message for me." Is it that I really didn't do well enough to be unpopular, as Wren said, or are these people's hearts so big that the entire empire can't accommodate them?"

Empress Pars's own heart was also dripping blood, this feeling of betrayal and separation hit her too hard, even when Isaac hit the imperial capital, she had never been so depressed, she could clearly feel that almost all the nobles were waiting to see their own jokes, to see the jokes of the Orlando family. She was eager to ask these people, the Orlando family had given them status, given them power, given them wealth and decency, and what the Orlando family was sorry for them.

So much so that at such a moment, they are actually on the opposite side of the Orlando family?!

She suddenly became a little interested in the battle that was about to break out, sighed and waved her hand, "Go with the plan!"

When the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc led people along the central avenue all the way to the gate of the palace, he couldn't help but be a little stunned. There was no force to stop this way, not to mention the fortifications, and even people didn't see a few. The secluded palace is like a sleeping beast in the night, and it is so quiet that it gives people a sense of tranquility. But the more tranquil it was, the more daring the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc was to rush in at will, she didn't know whether she was facing an undefended palace or the open bloody mouth of a giant beast.

"Turn over and see!", the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc stood outside the closed palace gate, and let the two soldiers climb over the not very high wall, she didn't even have a chance to hesitate, and the gate was opened.

Through the gate, you can see that the entire palace is black and hollow, there is no light at all, if the other party is fighting with her head-on, even if she does not have the advantage of forces, she will not be afraid of timidity. But the situation at this time was obviously beyond her expectations, and the palace without the slightest defense appeared in front of her completely undefended, and she hesitated instead.

Let a small group of soldiers touch in, she led a large group of people into the palace slowly, and lit the street lamps wherever there were street lights. In fact, she also knew that it would not actually do her any good to do her, she and her men would be placed in the light, while Pars's people would hide in the dark. But she had to do it, she was a general, and she had to take into account not only tactics, but also the pressure that every soldier was under in the dark.

The light will certainly guide the enemy in the direction and may increase the courage of one's own people.

Street lamps were lit and gradually appeared like a long snake until the steps of the palace.

The team that had searched everywhere in the darkness also returned, and just as they had just stood firm to report their search to the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc, and turned their backs to the palace, there was a buzz, and a black feathered arrow shot through the head of one of the soldiers. The tip of the arrow protruded from his eye socket, and the punctured eyeball hung on the tip of the arrow, and blood mixed with the semi-solid brain slowly flowed out. The horn fell to the ground.

The man was not dead, he stretched out his hand and touched the arrow that came out of his bones, touched the back of his head, and then his body went limp, and he collapsed.

The arrow seemed to be a signal, and in an instant, the entire palace resounded one after another with the tremor of bowstrings and crossbows firing. Countless arrows trembled like dense raindrops, falling from the sky.

The Grand Duke of Joan of Arc drew his sword to block several arrows that were shooting at her, and shouted loudly, "Formation, raise your shield!"

On the other side of the palace, Wren and the black-armored soldiers who still had awe in their hearts approached the courtyard wall of the palace with the help of night.

The Grand Duke of Joan of Arc was only taking the lead, and the purpose of her operation was to attract as much fire as possible from the Second Guard, and even to attract Grien's attention. When Greon returned to the imperial capital, Wren already had a guess, and only in this way did Empress Pars have the confidence to continue to fight him. Greon is indeed a very good general, and only the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc can effectively hold him back.

And Wren himself wants to capture the king.

His target is Empress Pars, and if he captures Her Majesty, Green, Grace, or any other royalist will be a thing of the past.

Listening to the sound of battle coming from the vestibule getting louder and louder, Wren pursed his lips and immediately pulled out a scroll from his bosom, opened it and glued the Tiberium hedron on. It wasn't enough to stick one, and another one was glued.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, ......", Wren ordered, opened the scroll with both hands, and tore at the crack, and with a bang, the entire imperial capital was alarmed by the huge explosion. As if it was the end of the world, a huge fire rose into the sky, illuminating the entire imperial capital in an instant. And Wren was also knocked out by the huge impact.

He got up from the ground in a bit of embarrassment, patted the dust off his body, and twitched the corners of his mouth. In order to ensure that he could directly blast open the walls of the palace backyard, he used two Tiberium hedrons. It's just that he himself didn't imagine the destructive power of the instantaneous increase of the two Tiberium hedrons, far exceeding his calculations. The black-armored army beside him staggered, and his eyes were a little fluttering when he looked at him.

He coughed lightly, "Quick, rush in, and find Empress Pars before you can react in front!"

At the moment when the Black Armor Army gathered and was about to rush through the gap in the wall, a roar like thunder suddenly sounded in his ears, "Die!"

A huge golden fist fell from the sky, and Duang hit the black-armored army gathered outside the courtyard wall with a fierce thud, and the huge shock wave accompanied by the air wave violently blew towards the surroundings. The Black Armor Army that had just stood up was like a feather in a gale, and it was scattered far away in an instant.

As the golden glitter faded, a man dressed in Imperial armor and draped in a golden cloak slowly revealed in the startled dust mist. There was a hint of contempt and disdain on his resolute and square face, and he didn't pay attention to the thousands of black-armored troops around him at all, his eyes were only fixed on one person, and that was Wren.

"Wren!", his voice was very soft, but it was like thunder in the bottom of his heart, "Those who betray the empire will never end well, are you ready?