A mouthful of boiling hot air spewed out of the mouth, with a slight greenery, but no matter how you look at it, it makes people feel a little palpitation. At this time, Wren's body was more than double that of before, and those thorns formed huge limbs and bodies like muscles. Dozens of thorns behind him spread out like tails, swaying, whipping the ground. Wren leaned forward, his hands drooped naturally, his eyes were covered with a layer of golden light, and occasionally saliva dripped from his wide open mouth, which suddenly boiled when it dripped on the ground, and soon corroded the stone slab into a small hole.

The two monsters were far away, Grace didn't expect Wren to actually change his form, there was no expression on his fleshy face at all, and he could only find that he seemed to have some emotional changes through his golden eyes.

With a pop, a muscle fiber the size of a pinky finger on Grace's back suddenly snapped and reconnected very quickly. The cracked golden blood flowers exuded a rich fishy sweet smell, giving people a desire to swallow all that blood.

All the remaining divine power in the bloodline was stimulated, and the divine power in the golden blood that burst out was unimaginably strong. The little animals that had fled the neighborhood out of fear began to quietly gather in this direction again. Their green eyes stared at the reflected golden glow of blood on the ground, baring their teeth and hissing and intimidating the identical critters around them.

At this moment, a tail from behind Wren swept towards Grace, and Grace reached out to grab it, and the moment he grabbed the tail, Wren had disappeared in place. The surroundings were as quiet as winter, and the body emitted by the two of them when they fought made everyone, as well as all the animals that coveted the blood of the gods, afraid to make the slightest sound. He looked around, but didn't notice Wren, and just as he was about to look up, a pair of soles of his feet stomped on his head.

With a bang, Wren, who fell from the sky, kicked Grace over, and the tail behind him rolled around Grace flexibly, and threw him up and slammed him to the ground. At the same time, he opened his mouth in front of Grace, and the green spikes that were as used to erupted from his mouth and thrust straight into Grace.

Grace was dizzy, but his keen sense was able to spot the spike that was extremely dangerous to him, and he struggled to break free a hand from the middle of Wren's tail to block the spike's further damage. The narrow spike actually pierced Grace's palm, and Grace, who was tightly wrapped in the tail, suddenly roared in rage, and the tails were shattered inch by inch under his violent force.

Ignoring the wound on his palm, he directly grabbed the spike and turned over and got up, and pulled hard, Wren was dragged forward by him and stumbled forward, with a loud bang, Wren's whole person was knocked out, and in Grace's hand, the spike had softened into thorns. He forcefully pulled the thorn out of his palm, and the wound in his palm healed at an almost visible rate!

Looking at Wren, who had gotten back to his feet after a few laps, Grace realized that he might be in big trouble.

His talent is called the Descent of the Gods, and once the power in his bloodline is activated, he will gain the status of "god" for a short time. Since the awakening of his talent, he has not been afraid of any opponent on the frontal battlefield. No matter how many people you have, how many sharp weapons you have, as long as he transforms, no matter how many enemies he has, he will be sent to death. But there is a big problem with this talent, to bear the power of the gods with the body of a mortal, which is simply a joke.

The longer it lasts, the more it hurts him, and the stronger the side effects after the descent of the gods, and the time for continuous weakness doubles. In previous battles, it often took less than a minute for him to solve all the problems, but today he faced Wren, who also inspired the power in his bloodline, and he realized that he couldn't solve the battle in a short time.

Wren, who was beaten out with all his might, only tossed a few times, and his head was deformed, and he didn't suffer any fatal injuries at all. Watching the thorns on Wren's face slowly swim away like a snake, and his face that had been punched out of a huge fist pit became full again, he no longer had confidence in the next battle.

The reason why he is still dead is that he believes that he needs to pay a price for activating the bloodline, and Wren also needs to pay a price for activating the bloodline. He was waiting, waiting for Wren to be one step ahead of him and couldn't bear to collapse completely, he believed that his physical fitness was far superior to Wren's.

Touching his restored face, Wren spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, which caused the small animals on the side to be very excited.

There was no communication between the two, except physical. He didn't see any movement, and the whole ground began to tremble, and countless thorns came out of the ground, the thickest of which was as thick as a water tank. The entire backyard of the palace is like a jungle of thorns, and the abundance of spikes makes it feel like hell. The vines, taller than trees, began to spin and press towards where Grace was.

Looking at the thorn vine pillar that was getting closer and closer, Grace gritted his teeth, his muscles tensed, his blood boiled, and a pair of golden armor instantly appeared on his body. Beneath the golden armor, his flesh began to crumble and heal in small areas. He didn't want to, but he was convinced that he could definitely outlast Wren. He is the god of war, a knight king whose battle qi has entered the eighth order! There is no reason why he would lose to a waste who can't even cultivate magic and battle qi!

Facing the approaching thorn vine pillar, the golden divine light condensed a long sword in his hand, cut off the thorns in front of him with a snort, and strode towards Wren. A stream of thorns also spread out from the palms of Wren's hands, eventually forming two long swords that gave a bony feeling.

The two monsters collided violently, with no fancy tricks or heart-wrenching encounters, just as stupid and savage as two peasants slashing each other with swords.

A large amount of golden blood gushed out from the wound, and the wound healed rapidly, and the more the two sides were beaten, the stronger the breath became, as if facing a peak, and the more it passed, there would be a huge change.

It's just that whether this change is good or bad, whether it is Wren or Grace, it is not clear.

The battle in the backyard was in full swing, and the battle in the vestibule was particularly fierce. Some of the minor nobles in the imperial capital had sent private troops to support the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc according to Wren's request, but it was still difficult to resist the Second Guard, which occupied the advantageous terrain. Especially when Greon appeared directly in front of everyone with fifteen hundred knights, there was a kind of despair spreading in the hearts of all the nobles.

This Gou Ri actually ambushed a cavalry in the palace?

In the era of cold weapons, cavalry is definitely a strategic force, even if there are about 3,000 people under the command of Grand Duke Joan of Arc, but in the face of 1,500 cavalry, these people almost have no intention of resisting. It only takes one chisel to cut them open and then solve them piece by piece. If it weren't for the fact that the battle in the backyard was still going on, perhaps some people would have begun to think about how to face the losing situation, whether to use some not-so-bright means in exchange for life.

Wearing his bodysuit, Greon picked up his spear, lowered his helmet, and lowered his figure, "Chisel through!"

With a burst of shouts, fifteen hundred knights began to speed towards the rebels in the vestibule, using him as an arrow. A fiery red fluorescence appeared on Grien's body, which was the manifestation of the seventh-level battle qi condensation. The Grand Duke of Joan of Arc did not feel the slightest emotion in the face of this cavalry. The soldiers behind her were already a little flustered, but the good training kept them sane. At this time, the formation of a tight formation is far less than the casualties caused by escaping. The shield was placed on the ground, and the spear protruded through the gap in the shield.

The Grand Duke of Joan of Arc pulled a scroll from his bosom and glued a Tiberium spar to the scroll as Wren had requested. She opened the scroll and found the gap, and by this time Greon was only seventy or eighty meters away from her, and it took less than five seconds for Grien's spear to pierce her chest, tearing her in half from the tip of the spear.

The moment the tip of the spear almost touched the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc, the rift was torn open. She clung to the ends of the scroll, and a stream of white freezing air erupted from the scroll like a rushing river. The entire view was obscured by the fog created by the violent temperature difference, and the only sound could be heard in the ears of horses' hooves and the sound of ice cracking.

After about ten seconds, the cavalry gouge did not arrive as expected, their violent heartbeat made their mouths dry, and curiosity made them remove a few shields and look outside.

At this moment, there was a sudden explosion from the direction of the back garden, and a strong wind struck, blowing away the fog in the front garden. Everyone looked at the knights in disbelief, they had turned into ice sculptures. The hooves of those war horses were still in the air, and the expressions on the faces of those knights didn't seem to change, and in that instant, they became eternal!

The Grand Duke of Joan of Arc glanced at the scroll in his hand that had lost the magic rune, and his cognition of Wren in his heart went to a new level, with such a powerful magic scroll, I'm afraid even the royal family can't get a way, right?

Without the blocking of this group of knights, nothing can stop them, and their morale is instantly boosted, the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc waved his arm and pointed at the palace, and the moment he shouted to attack, the whole world seemed to be covered by a bright light, and everyone was stimulated by this sudden dazzling light and closed their eyes!