My queen is rebelling!

Vessel's face twitched unnaturally for a moment, and he quickly said:

“Yes, Inspector.”

Mr. Modo’s expression remained cold as he said indifferently:

“Now that you've offered your greetings, you may leave. There's nothing here that requires your assistance.”

The smile on Vessel's face slightly froze, his lips moved, wanting to say something more.

At this moment, Isabella suddenly spoke:

“Is that really Vessel?”

Upon hearing this, terror gathered in "Vessel's" eyes, his expression changed, and just as he was about to speak, Mr. Modo abruptly vanished from his spot.

When he reappeared, he had already launched a fierce attack on "Vessel", the powerful magical energy directly crushing him.

Grand Duke Roland was slightly taken aback, looking at Mr. Modo, who was attacking his nephew, his mind filled with question marks.

Fratricide?

Is this the grand spectacle Isabella wanted him to see?

Does the Golden Winged Woman have such a twisted sense of humor?

However, before he could understand the intricacies, a preposterous scene that astonished him unfolded before his eyes.

He saw that Vessel, who had originally appeared like an ordinary person, instantly turned pitch-black upon feeling the aura erupting from Modo.

A thick, foul-smelling corpse aura billowed from his body.

The spreading black mist carried him away, evading the fatal blow from the legendary expert Modo.

In an instant, the beautiful lakeside scenery, originally serene and sunny, became eerie and terrifying!

The "Heart of Thorns" under Grand Duke Roland sensed the strange atmosphere and reacted swiftly, immediately forming a defensive formation to protect Grand Duke Roland in layers.

Grand Duke Roland's eyes flickered slightly, and he quickly saw through the other party's identity, a deep voice sounding:

“A Corpse Demon?”

As if hearing Grand Duke Roland's words, "Vessel" slowly turned his head, strangely only his head turned, a hoarse, bizarre voice sounding:

“'Black Tomb' Seventh Councilor, 'The Phantasm Corpse' greets Grand Duke Roland!

This matter is unrelated to Your Highness, please depart first.”

“Black Tomb” was ultimately just an underground organization, and under the condition of no direct conflict of interest, they were unwilling to offend the most powerful empires of the continent.

Moreover, Grand Duke Roland had close ties with the Emperor of the Western Regions, and they didn't want to create unnecessary complications and cause unnecessary misunderstandings with the Western Regions Empire.

Grand Duke Roland's face completely darkened:

“What do you think you are? Do I need you to tell me what to do?”

Before "Vessel" could reply, Mr. Modo had already arrived before him with an unmatched aura.

"Vessel" sighed lightly, his body beginning to emit an eerie green light, this light seeping out from every inch of his skin, like phosphorescence in the darkness.

At the same time, his muscles tensed, veins bulged, and his skin showed an unnatural flush.

Upon seeing this scene, several people on the field instantly retreated rapidly.

"Vessel's" body trembled slightly, spraying out wisps of green light from his pores, like countless tiny lightning bolts, and then, his body began to tremble violently, with a boom, a earth-shattering explosion sounded.

The powerful impact overturned everything around, the ground cracked, stones flew, forming a huge pit.

Mr. Modo stared at the large pit with a grim gaze, slowly saying:

“Come out, I heard that 'The Phantasm Corpse' has over a hundred avatars, impossible to kill.”

A strange laughter sounded:

“To deal with you, I don't need to take action yet!”

As the voice fell, a gust of cold wind howled, and then, the originally formed pit slowly arched upwards, before long, a tombstone appeared in the pit.

Before the tombstone, space began to twist and vibrate, and soon, a black crack slowly unfolded, five figures wearing golden masks, each leading dozens of black-robed guards, walked out from the crack.

Five strange voices rang out one after another:

“Gold 'Rider'!”

“Gold 'Shield'!”

“Gold 'Witch'!”

“Gold 'Charm'!”

“Gold 'Frost'!”

“Greetings, Golden Winged Woman!”

Isabella's jade face was calm, and she said peacefully:

“Five Gold-Rank assassins, five Grave Guard squads, if they were all lost here, I imagine the 'Black Tomb' Northwest Headquarters would feel a sting.”

The leading golden-masked man let out a chilling laugh:

“Golden Winged Woman, hand over the [Wings of Gold], and you can keep your life!”

Upon hearing [Wings of Gold], a trace of understanding surfaced on Isabella's face, and she replied calmly:

“Do you think I would carry something like that with me?”

The man chuckled:

“Every first-in-line heir of the Golden Wing family, from adulthood, must nurture the [Wings of Gold] in their bloodline for ten years.

Miss Winser shouldn't be over twenty-six years old this year, right!”

Isabella's eyes were filled with imperceptible anger and disappointment.

The other party even knew such top-secret information involving family inheritance.

It seems that the "Lord of Shadows" was right, not only does her family have collaborators with "Black Tomb", but this collaborator is even in a high position!

… …

Among the group that Isabella brought, there was a young man wearing a mask, his aura ordinary, dressed as a guard.

This was Koen, disguised and hidden in Isabella's team, preparing to muddy the waters.

[Wings of Gold]?

Koen knew about this, it was a part of the artifact held by each of the five Wing families of the "Pale Wings".

It was said that when the five Wings merged, it would become a true artifact.

So it was actually being nurtured in Isabella's bloodline, no wonder "Black Tomb" had to mobilize such a large force to encircle Isabella.

One-fifth of an artifact, not to mention Black Tomb, even Koen was a little tempted.

However, he had something more pressing at this moment.

His eyes were fixed on the leading golden-masked man.

This person exuded the aura of a peak Golden-Rank, held a dragon spear in his hand, and rode a Golden-Rank Storm Gryphon.

It completely matched the description of his Golden-Rank superior by Silver Two-Zero-Seven.

Moreover, this person just said that he was the Gold 'Rider'.

No mistake!

It was him!

Koen caressed the communication stone in his hand, looking at the Gold 'Rider' as if looking at a dead man.

… …

Isabella's lips slightly curved, and a low, melodious chant came from her mouth.

A strange magical fluctuation filled the air, and a mysterious light suddenly lit up behind Isabella, as if countless tiny runes flickered, weaving into a mysterious pattern.

After the chanting was completed, the mysterious light converged into two balls of light, the balls of light gradually solidified, blooming with a brilliant golden light.

Soon, golden wings extended from the balls of light, each shimmering with a golden color as bright as the sun.

The light was dazzling and eye-catching, as if it could penetrate all haze and darkness.

The golden light reflected Isabella's beautiful jade face, like a noble and majestic angel in ancient mythology, sacred and inviolable!