The ice deer god Arsen Bills rushed towards Lin Qi and the others, and the blizzard he rolled up covered the land within a radius of hundreds of miles, and the land was sealed by thick ice blocks, and the insect eggs hidden in the depth of more than ten meters underground were killed by the cold, and after his ravage, several northern provinces of the Gallic Empire did not even appear a single mosquito for several years.

Arsen Beers is going crazy, he is the commander-in-chief of the Odin Temple's attack on the Raven Gap line.

One hundred and twenty powerful alien demigods, all commanded by Athan Beers, instantly destroyed the defense line of the Black Raven Gap with the power of the demigods, killed all the human soldiers here, and then led more than twenty alien legions to attack Berelli, and most of the territory of the Gallic Empire was directly controlled.

Then wave the army to the northwest, from behind with the main army under the command of Leon and Yin Qingyue to launch an attack on the Norman battle fort, the two lines of attack and encirclement, as long as the Norman war fort is captured, the human race in the western continent can only be ravaged by the iron cavalry of the alien race.

But Arsen Bills never dreamed that one hundred and twenty demigods, not one hundred and twenty pigs, not one hundred and twenty chicks, but a whole hundred and twenty powerful demigods, would be killed in just a quarter of an hour.

The Heart of Earth's seal barrier was cut off from a breath, and even a powerhouse like Arsen Beers couldn't see what was going on inside the Heart of Earth's seal. But when the barrier collapsed, Lin Qi and the others rushed out, and the demigods of the alien race disappeared without a trace, and no matter how stupid Arsen Beers was, he knew that the people he brought were all killed.

One hundred and twenty demigods, this team of demigods under his own command was actually killed?

The value of any demigod, both tactical and strategic, far exceeds that of ten fully formed legions! But now, in just a quarter of an hour, so many demigods have fallen. Arsen Beers rushed straight at him like a crazy building, and he rushed over in a rage.

But as soon as he ran halfway to the priest, the moon god slashed a doppelganger projection and suddenly sent an artifact, slaughtering more than two dozen alien soldiers of the legion.

The aura of the moon god forced Arsen Beers to move, and the speed of his charge suddenly dropped a lot.

When Arsen Beers felt that the moon god had plundered the souls of more than two million alien warriors in one fell swoop, he raised his head to the sky and roared angrily, and at that moment, he even wanted to attack the invisible vortex in the sky. But as soon as the golden-red divine light flashed, he felt a faint coercion emanating from the God of Punishment, and Arsen Beers forcibly suppressed all his anger.

He knew what the gods were doing, but he couldn't stop it!

"Shameless gods!" Arsen Bills rushed towards Lin Qi and the others with monstrous anger, and the howling cold wind turned into an invisible blade.

Lin Qi stood in front of everyone, his hands shone with yellow light, and as his hand moved to the ground, one heavy rock wall after another rose out of thin air, firmly protecting the people around him. The invisible wind knives slashed heavily on the rock walls, and those wind knives hundreds of meters long were extremely powerful, cutting the rocks 'thump, rattling, and countless bursting winds tore the ground around them to shreds.

In the north, about three hundred miles from the place where Linzi and Arsen Beers had fought, an old man with an old wolf skin wrapped around his body and a miserable white skull hat on his head was crouching weakly on the walls of a burned castle, carefully tending to a bonfire in front of him.

The white bones were used as fuel racks together, a green ghost fire burned silently, and a dirty clay jar was suspended on the bonfire, which was not small, at least it could hold more than 100 catties of water.

Now the clay jar is filled with a pot of viscous soup, and from time to time water bubbles on the surface of the water. Occasionally, a few strange things would emerge from beneath the water's surface, and they were clearly poisonous snakes, scorpions, centipedes, and other poisons.

The old man gently blew away the steam on the clay jar, rubbed his palms excitedly, and then took out a large pile of extremely colorful and beautiful mushrooms, gently broke them and threw them into the jar. As a result, a strange and rich aroma suddenly diffused in the air with a strong smell of blood, but people couldn't help but want to take a few more breaths.

"What a good soup, those little dolls don't know how to enjoy it, what a waste of such a good soup!"

Triumphantly narrowed his triangular eyes, and the old man grinned and reached out to grab a highly venomous white spotted ringed snake with three heads from the boiling soup.

"How good this soup is, after taking a sip, my waist is no longer sore, my legs are not painful, and my whole body is comfortable!"

Jī Lingling shuddered, and the old man carefully took out a small bowl made of mouse skulls, scooped a bowl of soup with bared teeth, and slowly blew the hot air, and drank the hot soup with great enjoyment.

Suddenly, he looked at Nanfang and sneered: "Asen, Bills, can't you actually get rid of a human demigod? This time you have lost so many people, I see how you go back and explain, it's really interesting!"

A bitter wind whistled and blew, and Gerdas, dressed in a black robe, with long red hair flowing like blood flowing behind his head, and a mysterious purple glow in his eyes, appeared in front of the old man out of thin air.

He sat down on the head of the city without saying a word, then took out a large centipede the thickness of his thumb from the jar, broke open the centipede's shell, and swallowed the snow-white, pink, and elastic centipede flesh.

"You're really welcome!" the old man squinted at Gerdas, "Aren't you afraid of being poisoned to death?"

Gerdas shook his hands dripping with soup and squinted at the old man as well: "What poison do you have that can kill me?"

The old man was silent for a while, and then sighed heavily: "Yes, but huā is not worth it on you." ”

Gerdas's body stiffened suddenly, and he stared at the old man and sneered, "What do you mean?"

The old man shrugged his shoulders, tightened the old wolf skin wrapped around his body, and then rolled his eyes and looked at the sky: "What do you mean? That is to say, the Fallen God Elixir inherited from the Temple, which can poison a bastard like you who claims to be a demigod but is actually almost a lower god, is very precious, and it is not cost-effective ......to use it on you! At least you can't be our real enemy!" Gerdas took a deep breath, he fished out a few poisonous insects from the belt and swallowed them heavily, his body was already sweating profusely, and the hot air was rising from the top of his head, although it was the middle of winter when the cold wind was howling, but he felt like he was in the middle of summer.

"I haven't seen you for so many years, but my craft has grown!" Gerdas burped and patted his belly with satisfaction: "It's worth the strength I have gained from a year of penance." Your pot of soup is worth at least a city if you put it outside. ”

The old man squinted, just kept pouring the soup into his mouth bowl by bowl, and while drinking the soup, he sneered mockingly: "Even those ignorant mortals, those stupid inferior creatures, they are also qualified to drink my soup? Hmph, why did they come to me?"

Gerdas glanced at the south where the battle was in full swing: "I'm curious, what are you doing here?As the soul seeker of the Odin Temple Valhalla, you should be squatting in that place full of undead, what are you doing here? Do you want to find someone to do it?"

The old man crooked his mouth and shook his head slightly: "This war is not what we want to start. According to our original intention, we should recuperate for at least another thirty years, and double the young and middle-aged population of each tribe before waging war. ”

Gerdas looked at the old man in surprise: "Have you become so fragile in your control over the Odin Temple......?"

The old man sneered and spat at the feet of Gerdas: "The juniors of the Temple of Punishment are almost disillusioned losers, and they are not qualified to say such things in front of me! When they grow to a certain point, things become uncontrollable. ”

Gerdas looked at the old man deeply: "So what do you want to do here?"

The old man was silent for a while, then pointed to the south: "The elite warriors of the thirty legions, the auxiliaries of the six legions, originally according to my plan, their sacrifices would add at least five high-level war spirits to Valhalla!

Gerdas sneered, and said slowly, "Well, sooner or later, I'll burn you heretic, a heretic, but at least I can be sure of one thing, and you don't want to suddenly break out into a war that is out of your control?"

The old man nodded slowly: "But the war has already broken out, so it shouldn't be the so-called divine war! Is it so easy for demigods to cultivate?

Geldas was silent for a while, and then he said indifferently: "How about restraining their respective people and limiting the strength of the peak of the Holy Master to the limit? And then, another Hundred Years' War?"

The old man looked at Gerdas in surprise: "Another one......?"

Gerdas smiled deeply: "Each other, each other, this is a mutually beneficial situation. Just like the one behind you...... These two, after all, they are brothers, so our cooperation is a matter of course. ”

The old man was silent for a moment, then held out his hand to Gerdas.

The palms of the two shook each other quickly, and then shook off each other's palms as quickly as possible.

"Let's talk about the details!" said Gerdas, rubbing his palms on his clothes in disgust. (To be continued.)