: First strike, then...

"Good sir, priest!"

Draklon was helped up by his priestly retinue, looking quite disheveled.

Heron slowly withdrew the power of entropy and stood in front of him.

"Damn it... people from Luxiang, mind your own business!"

"What do you mean by 'meddling'? Excuse me, but I was listening to you... Weren't you looking for me?"

Herren chuckled, clearly not taking these priests seriously.

He heard everything that was said... No wonder Sejuani was so anxious, now it makes sense.

If that's all there is to it, Herren doesn't really care.

His status as a Chosen One of Ornn was genuine, and he didn't believe Lissandra would harm him... After all, the bridge over the Howling Abyss used to suppress the Void Watchers was built by Ornn, and he had a cooperative relationship with Lissandra.

Of the three most active demigods in Freljord, the hot-tempered Undying Thunder is at odds with the Frostguard, while the legendary lover Phoenix is ​​clearly not on the same side as the Frostguard. Harren doesn't believe Lissandra would dare to offend the Mountain Flame again.

But Drakon's desire to get rid of Sejuani...

"Heh... Since you already know, there's no need to hide it from you... Master values ​​you highly, so don't worry, you will never be mistreated. You have absolutely no need to get involved in the Winter's Claw matter... This has nothing to do with you."

"Your master? Lissandra?"

"Do not use that person's name without permission..."

"Oh... Lissandra Lissandra Lissandra."

"..."

Seeing that Herren was as stubborn as a mule, Delacron was truly at a loss for what to do.

Herren was right. Under Lissandra's instructions, Drakon really couldn't do anything to Herren.

He had no choice but to grit his teeth.

"Since you insist on following these people to the bitter end, I won't stop you... but you'd better be prepared to face the wrath of the Frostguard."

"I'm waiting... but before that, I need to collect some interest."

Heron raised his hammer, then suddenly swung it up and smashed it down on Drakon's head.

Herren was extremely strong, and with the support of multiple pieces of equipment, his speed was ridiculously fast. Unprepared, Drakon didn't even have time to react and could only hastily raise his bone scythe to defend himself.

Herren had long been able to see the red sphere that had been shining brightly above Delacron's head for quite some time, and his obsession with the steel door was becoming uncontrollable; he had been wanting to give him a good whack for a while now.

He didn't intend to go too far; he just wanted to "toughen up" and teach these arrogant scumbags a lesson.

But he clearly underestimated the power of this attack...

The supreme-grade ice weapon, the power of entropy, the powerful energy-accumulating attack of the steel heart, combined with Heron's extraordinary strength and the blessing of divine power, made this attack far more powerful than he had anticipated.

Before the hammer even touched the bone scythe, the scythe was already covered in frost, which also covered Drakon's upper body. As the warhammer swung down, the bone scythe shattered instantly like brittle ice, serving no purpose of obstruction. What came into contact with the hammer next was Drakon's head.

His head froze without resistance, cracking, denting, and shattering. Then, his entire body was smashed to the ground, raising a cloud of snowflakes. Transparent ice crystals had completely covered his body.

when!

The pleasant, crisp sound of the Heart Steel drowned out the sound of bones shattering. The physical enhancement brought by the Heart Steel had already entered his body, but he was completely too preoccupied to feel it.

hum-

Herren, who caused all of this, felt his head buzz.

Looking at Draklon, who had been completely turned into a headless, frozen corpse, with only a few ice shards remaining of his head and the blood frozen on the wound on his neck, he didn't seem so bloody, but it still made Herren's brain freeze instantly... How could this be? The power was so great?

Herren has never killed anyone before... and besides, he had no intention of killing anyone this time.

The other frost priests were stunned as they watched Draklon being killed in an instant.

But unlike Heron, they weren't naive greenhorns who had never killed anyone. They quickly realized what was happening and unleashed black ice magic, launching a barrage of attacks on Heron.

While Herren was still in a daze, he only had time to raise his hammer to block.

The destructive properties of entropy caused the black ice magic that approached the hammer to instantly disintegrate, but the hammer was not a shield and could not cover the entire body.

Heron's body was covered in black ice, which then began to erode his body, gradually spreading throughout his entire body.

In no time, Herren was frozen inside a large, dark block of ice.

"Damn it! Drakon is dead!"

"That's nothing, but the person the master specifically requested is dead... Who gave you permission to do it!"

"He killed Drakon..."

"Draclon is not important to the master... I hope this chosen one is not quite dead yet, and that we can take him back in time."

Still shaken, the Frost Priestess began to plan what to do next.

They regained their composure quickly, even showing remarkable indifference regarding Delacroix's "accidental death."

"And then there's this disobedient war mother..."

Kuojiya's body, which she was trying to support, could no longer stand up. The black ice pierced through her body and corroded her internal organs. Even though she gritted her teeth, she could not support her body.

She could only watch helplessly as the frost priests, their faces cold, drew closer to her...

However, at that moment, someone felt a scorching heat.

"Look! Something's wrong with that chosen one!"

Within the pitch-black ice block, faint flames flickered... The flames grew brighter and brighter, and cracks forged by the flames appeared on the surface of the black ice, spreading across the entire block at an astonishing speed.

woo-

"What was that sound?!"

A loud horn sound seemed to come from the horizon, but the direction of its source was unknown, as if it came from another world.

Even Kuojiya, whose consciousness was gradually fading, raised her head and saw a scene that shocked her.

The sheep... was a ram, no... some kind of creature that resembled a ram.

Its entire body was forged from flames and magma, seemingly just a phantom... but the figure was tens of meters tall, perhaps even a hundred meters... standing on the mountaintop, floating in mid-air, its eyes, like rolling magma, radiating a scorching divine light, slowly gazing down.

"God..."

Kuojiya murmured blankly, unsure whether what she was saying was an adjective or a statement...

But without a doubt, this is the power of God.

boom!

The massive black ice finally shattered, and a figure engulfed in flames, wielding a warhammer, stepped out from the broken ice.

Heron's eyes blazed with fire, and flames spread across the True Ice Warhammer, yet they did not damage the ice, creating a strange spectacle of ice and fire.

Without saying a word, he raised the hammer high and slammed it down heavily on the panicked Frost Guards.