My queen is rebelling!

Effien, outside Florence, Emerald Lake!

The outline of the Starry Sky Great Hall became clearer and clearer, as if encompassing the entire sky, giving people a heavy sense of oppression like Mount Tai pressing down.

Thirty stars twinkled around the Great Hall, and countless brilliant starlight sprinkled on its surface, but it could not conceal its majestic and imposing aura.

Looking from afar, the surrounding space was distorted by its existence, like an eternal monument, standing in the deepest part of the universe, witnessing the passage of time and the change of stars.

Every brick and stone, every pattern, seemed to contain endless power, like a masterpiece created by the gods themselves, the magnificent aura shocking every soul that looked at it.

Grand Duke Roland's expression became extremely solemn, a Saint had actually taken action!

"Black Tomb" is really going to start a full-scale war!

Is a demigod artifact that important?

As the Starry Sky Great Hall obscured the sky, dark clouds pressed heavily on the horizon, and thunder rumbled dully.

Nyx's tall body was covered in heavy armor, and each piece of armor gleamed with a cold luster.

He wore a huge white bone crown, and the sharp thorns on the crown burned with eerie ghost fire that could incinerate souls.

His face was hidden in the shadows, and only a pair of eyes burning with blue flames could be seen. The flames were cold and ruthless, as if they could completely freeze a person's soul.

The Lich King walked forward step by step, and the ice and snow anomalies behind Yadel made a creaking sound under his pressure.

The frost giant dragon nailed to the sky continued to collapse, and huge ice blocks fell from the sky, turning into nothingness beside him.

Grand Duke Roland saw his beloved student being bullied, a undisguised mockery on the corner of his mouth, and sternly rebuked:

"Old monster of several hundred years, bullying a young girl, Nyx, have you lived all your years on your face?"

Nyx stopped and turned his head, his hoarse voice sounded:

"Roland, this matter here has nothing to do with your Western Regions, why do you have to get involved?"

Grand Duke Roland said angrily:

"You have the nerve to say that to me?

You 'Black Tomb' also sent people to attend the Five Nations Joint Conference!

Saints are not allowed to move lightly, you also signed this restriction!

Are you blatantly violating the restriction by doing this today?"

The phosphorous fire in Nyx's eyes trembled, and he said gloomily:

"If I remember correctly, the last one who violated the restriction and used the power of the Saint rank seems to be your Western Region Empire, and you even have to call him Father-in-Law!"

Grand Duke Roland coldly shouted:

"The late Emperor did that to maintain the peace of the Northwest Continent and prevent the dwarf tribes from rushing out of the Great Snow Mountain and threatening the safety of the Western Region countries!

Our Western Region Empire is actively playing the role of a responsible major country and maintaining regional peace!

Moreover, the late Emperor's action was approved by a vote of the countries in the Northwest Continent!

That is the representative of justice!

There is an essential difference between you and these Saints who are only interested in their own selfish interests!"

Mamen on the side directly sarcastically said:

"The vote you are talking about wouldn't be your last rogue Emperor, gathering the kings of the Northwest countries together under the pretext of a military parade, and then threatening anyone who doesn't vote in favor can't leave!"

Roland was furious:

"Bastard, you dare to slander the late Emperor!

Mamen, you wait for me, if your No. 8 Pawnshop dares to show its face in my territory again, I will kill them!"

The phosphorous fire in the Lich King's eyes trembled even more violently, and he said coldly:

"Ridiculous!

When you take action, you represent justice and maintain peace, but when we take action, it is for personal gain and selfish interests.

This king has seen the double standards and shamelessness of the five great empires!

What justice or injustice, it's just a matter of whether the fist is big enough! Why wave the banner?"

Grand Duke Roland has never been a person who is used to concealing his emotions. Seeing that he could not refute the other party, his face was full of anger, and he directly opened the regional artillery fire:

"As expected of the despicable Lich clan, there is no way to communicate with you in the language of civilized people.

Don't be too arrogant, do you think you are the only Saint on the entire continent?"

The Lich King was noncommittal to Grand Duke Roland's threat.

He thought to himself, if you hadn't married a good wife, how dare you yell at a Saint based on your own strength?

He smiled contemptuously, and with just a flick of his fingers, Grand Duke Roland and his "elite" [Heart of the Lilac] were wrapped together by an irresistible whirlwind, and then trapped in a thick black mist.

After solving Grand Duke Roland's trouble, the Lich King turned his attention to Yadel, and hesitated for a moment when he looked at the latter's calm face.

A country that can survive for three thousand years, even if it has never produced a Saint, definitely has the means to contain a Saint.

This is the territory of Effien, and it is not appropriate to have too much conflict with them and cause extra trouble.

He quickly made a decision, waved his hand gently, and shook the Queen down from the sky.

A huge dark vortex appeared on the ground, and strange lights flickered in the vortex, as if connecting to another unknown and terrifying world.

In the depths of the vortex, a huge bone claw suddenly stretched out, revealing a huge skull head.

Then, a monster composed entirely of bones slowly stepped out of the vortex and trapped Yadel.

After solving all the troubles, the Lich King looked at the biggest target of today, and his hoarse voice sounded:

"The Minister has ordered me to politely invite Miss Wenze to 'Black Tomb' as a guest. I hope the Miss will not do anything irrational."

Mr. Modo on the side smiled coldly:

"What if I say the Miss doesn't want to go?"

The Lich King glanced indifferently at Modo, who was burning with flames, and said lightly:

"You are very powerful, your legendary domain is at least in the top five that I have ever seen.

Unfortunately, you have not entered the Saint rank, and you are not qualified to speak in front of me!"

Isabella spoke decisively, stopping the Lich King's movements:

"Answer me one question, and I will go with you."

"Miss Wenze, please speak."

"Who in the family is cooperating with you?"

The Lich King replied calmly:

"The matter the Miss is talking about is being handled by the Intelligence Department. Our Combat Department is only responsible for doing rough work."

Isabella replied quietly:

"Then it's a no deal."

The Lich King sighed deeply and said in a deep voice:

"Then I can only offend you."

He would not underestimate Mr. Modo, who is almost invincible in the legendary rank, nor would he underestimate the life-saving trump card of the first in line heir of the "Golden Wing Family".

The Lich King slowly raised his dry, firewood-like arm, and his bony fingers danced in the air, as if playing a song of death.

A low and hoarse voice came from the depths of his throat, and ancient and mysterious spells echoed in the air.

Accompanied by the chanting of the spells, five stars in the Starry Sky Great Hall in the sky twinkled.

At the same time, the surrounding dark energy began to surge wildly, and the earth trembled slightly, as if in awe of the terrifying power that was about to come.

With a loud bang, a pair of huge black hands slowly protruded from the Starry Sky Great Hall.

The black hands seemed to be condensed from endless darkness, emitting a chilling aura.

The black hands covered the sky and the sun, and the huge shadow enveloped all directions, grabbing towards Isabella with irresistible power!

Unlike the use of rules by the legendary rank, the Saint rank can completely create rules and nurture rules!

That temple is a product woven from rules.

Every five stars is a rule, the more stars, the more rules, and the stronger the Saint's strength!

The rule of this pair of dark hands is called [Capture]!

[Capture], can capture all people and all things!

Just as Isabella was about to be forcibly taken away, at the critical moment, a song like heavenly music flowed from the sky!

The melodious notes parted the layers of black mist and turned into rays of light, completely dispelling the dark hands!