"Hey, Odin! That's enough. You've gone too far."
Just as the people present were preparing to slaughter one another, a cold voice rang out from above.
A figure in a gray robe appeared. Beard descended slowly, fixing Odin with a displeased stare.
Beard was in a poor mood. As a Plane Guardian, he usually didn't interfere with a plane's development. Odin killing a few people and ruling the plane didn't matter to him.
But today was different. That fellow Odin had slaughtered his way north from the southern part of the continent. The places he'd passed through on the Yulan Continent might not have been stripped bare, but they were littered with corpses. As the Plane Guardian, Beard was responsible for handling a situation like this.
What was more, Lord Ren had recently gone traveling in the northern part of the continent. If this fellow disturbed him, Beard would be in serious trouble for failing in his duty as Plane Guardian. Lord Ren probably wouldn't blame him over something like this, but he might still leave a bad impression.
"Lord Beard, help me!"
When Ice Goddess Natalie saw reinforcements arrive, she immediately called for help, her voice full of excitement.
"Hmph! You're asking someone else for help right in front of me?"
Odin snorted. A red glow flashed in his eyes as he coldly glanced at Natalie.
"Vmmm—"
A beam of crimson light instantly entered Natalie's body. Before she could even say a word, the light of life faded from her eyes, and her body slowly fell.
"You? You actually killed someone right in front of me!"
Beard flew into a rage. A Black Longsword appeared in his right hand, and misty gray energy gathered along its blade, forming a sharp streak dozens of meters long that shot toward Odin.