The Icefield Deer God Asen Biers charged furiously at Lin Qi and the others. The blizzard he whipped up blanketed the land for hundreds of miles around; wherever it passed, the earth was sealed beneath thick ice, and even insect eggs hidden more than a dozen meters underground were slain by the chill. After his rampage, several northern provinces of the Gallic Empire did not see so much as a single mosquito for years on end.
Asen Biers was on the verge of going mad. He was the overall commander of Odin Temple's assault on the Black Crow Gorge defensive line.
All one hundred and twenty powerful foreign demigods had been under Asen Biers's command. They were meant to use the power of demigods to instantly crush the Black Crow Gorge line, slaughter every human soldier there, then lead more than twenty foreign legions in an attack on Berely. Most of the Gallic Empire's territory would then fall directly into their grasp.
Then they would march northwest, coordinating from the rear with the main forces commanded by Leon and Yin Qingyue to attack Norman Fortress. With two fronts closing in, once Norman Fortress fell, the humans of the Western Continent could only let the foreign races' iron cavalry trample them beneath their hooves.
But Asen Biers never could have imagined it. One hundred and twenty demigods—not one hundred and twenty pigs, not one hundred and twenty chicks, but a full one hundred and twenty powerful demigods—had been slaughtered to the last man in barely a quarter of an hour.
The Heart of Earth's sealing barrier cut off all auras. Even a powerhouse like Asen Biers could not see what had happened inside its seal. But when the barrier collapsed, Lin Qi and the others burst out, while the foreign demigods