Odin's Performance

Laufey's death had failed to intimidate the Frost Giants.

Perhaps Laufey had died too carelessly.

So much so that they had not realized just how absurdly powerful the enemy before them was.

Or perhaps their recent victory had made them unwilling to abandon their ambition of ruling the Nine Realms.

Not a single Frost Giant around Leon intended to leave.

Their eyes were bloodshot as they glared at Leon with hatred.

"Midgardian, you murdered our king. You must pay the price!" a towering Frost Giant roared.

The others immediately joined in with furious shouts.

Anger spread like a plague.

More and more Frost Giants fixed their hatred on Leon.

Every one of them was poised for battle.

All they lacked was the first person to make a move.

Then they would swarm Leon and finish him off.

Leon toyed with the Casket of Ancient Winters in his hand and said without looking up, "You'd better think this through. If you don't want Jotunheim to remain crippled for the next few decades, don't make a move."

His warning made some of the Frost Giants hesitate.

But in the end, a Champion still emerged from the crowd.

Shouting about revenge and revival, the Champion charged out and swung his weapon at Leon.

The Champion's actions sounded the horn of the charge.

Tens of thousands of Frost Giants surged toward Leon like a tidal wave.

If this had been an ordinary war between armies,

then one blade from each of them would have been enough to hack Leon into minced meat.

But they were facing a Skyfather Level powerhouse.

Facing the overwhelming sea of people rushing toward him, Leon raised his right hand.

His five fingers slowly curled inward.

In an instant, violent spatial fluctuations appeared around every Frost Giant charging forward.

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