The gods were still merely probing, cautiously testing every side's bottom line and hidden cards. But when they were finally ready and the true war of the gods began, would that be an opportunity for Lin Qi—or rather, for humanity? Or would it be their final downfall?
Lin Qi cast a long look at that vast beastman army. After pondering for a moment, he casually pointed toward the beastmen's great camp. The giant dragon beneath his feet beat its wings, trailing a streak of red light as it bore Lin Qi and the others swiftly toward Berely. All that remained in the sky was the dragon's soaring cry.
An hour after Lin Qi and the others passed by, countless undead soldiers flooded out of the once deathly silent undead camp like water bursting through a broken dam, surging madly toward the beastman army opposite them. Without any warning, reason, negotiation, or exchange, the undead within the Gallic Empire launched an all-out assault against the beastman army—a full-force attack with no reserves held back.
The major provinces of the Gallic Empire immediately descended into fresh chaos. Every nonhuman army that had invaded the Gallic Empire urgently began to shift, forming a distant encirclement around Berely and the nonhuman camps in several surrounding provinces from multiple directions. They no longer had any leisure to mind what was happening around Berely.
Berely, the city that had left such a profound mark on Lin Qi's early life, was now in the grip of a sickly prosperity.
The nonhuman armies had breached the Norman Fortress defensive line, while the undead had suddenly risen up from the southern provinces. Like two venomous dragons, the two forces had nearly swept through the Gallic Empire, instantly driving it to the brink of nationwide collapse.
The nobles and commoners