Chapter 124: God-Eater!
The massive wolf, its fur bristling like steel needles, swept its eerie glowing eyes across the assembled deities.
Its gaping maw, lined with blade-like fangs, drooled uncontrollably.
The sight sent shivers down the spines of many weaker gods, their teeth chattering in fear.
The moment it glanced at them, it felt as if their entire bodies had been licked by something vile, their skin crawling with revulsion.
"T-They actually released this monster?!"
"D-Damn it, is it just me, or was this thing not this big the last time we saw it?"
"No, you're not mistaken—it's at least twice as large now!!!"
The gods gulped nervously.
Even at its previous size, this creature had hunted down giant lords and devoured entire pantheons.
Of course, those pantheons weren't their own—they belonged to the giants.
But now, this even more ferocious wolf—Fenrir—who knew how much more terrifying it had become?
Some gods wanted to turn and flee immediately, but they hesitated in their panic.
Fenrir loved to prey on those who ran first, so no one could guarantee they wouldn't be its next target. For now, they could only stand frozen in place, anxiety gnawing at them.
Wait—where was the lower half of Loki's body?
It almost seemed as if the giant wolf had absorbed it.
No, perhaps a better analogy was that it was like a reversible coat—both sides could be worn, but each side had a completely different appearance.
Hmm? The wolf was no longer drooling over them. Instead, it was glaring viciously at a single human—the Dragonslayer.
With the god-devouring monster's attention diverted, the gods felt a slight easing of their terror.
Should they seize this chance to escape?
"Pathetic."
"With so many gods gathered here, and you're all afraid of this beast?"
"As gods, you wouldn't dare flee in front of humans, would you? How disgraceful!"
Some gods sneered at the weaker ones among them.
Others, like newborn calves unafraid of tigers, had never witnessed Fenrir's savagery firsthand or lived through the horrors of that brutal war. They didn't understand the terror it invoked.
And then there were those who were simply putting on a brave front, trying to steel their nerves.
"ROAR—!"
A deafening howl sent many stumbling back in fear.
Before the echoes of the roar had even faded from the arena, Fenrir lunged at the Dragonslayer with lightning speed.
"Lunged" might not be the right word—it was more like a single, instantaneous leap that closed the distance between them to zero.
Its maw, brimming with blade-like teeth, clamped down on the seemingly unprepared Dragonslayer.
CRUNCH!
In one bite, it tore away not just the man but a massive chunk of the ground beneath him.
The sight made Brunhilde's heart stop.
However, she immediately spotted that figure—hovering right above Fenrir.
Before Fenrir could clamp its jaws shut, he had already leaped into the air, leaving only an afterimage to be bitten.
And now, suspended midair, he unleashed the same technique he had used earlier to shatter Loki's countless inferior replicas of Gungnir.
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM...!"
The area where Fenrir stood was bombarded as if struck by a concentrated barrage of heavy artillery.
Yet, this devastation wasn't caused by explosive projectiles—it was purely the result of terrifying kinetic impact.
So, faced with an attack that made the entire arena tremble incessantly, how was Fenrir faring? If hit, it should have been wounded.
Suddenly, Siegfried sensed something and swung his sword downward.
Almost simultaneously, a black mist surged toward him, instantly dissolving the surrounding smoke and dust.
The wind pressure from his slash cleaved through the deadly poison fog.
But the moment the fog split apart, Fenrir had already lunged upward, its scythe-like claws swinging at him.
CLANG—!
BOOM—!
The first sound was the collision of greatsword and claw; the second was the deafening crash as he was sent flying, smashing through the wall behind him.
Before the echoes of the collapsing wall could even reach the opposite spectator stands, Fenrir had already closed the distance.
Once again, it opened its monstrous maw, ready to devour him and everything around him.
"Hurry—!"
Before Göll could even utter the word "dodge," a blue beam shattered the debris pinning him down and slammed straight into Fenrir.
For a brief moment, what sounded like Fenrir's agonized howl could be heard.
And then—
"BOOOOOOM!!!"
The blue beam blasted Fenrir straight into the divine faction's spectator stands, eliciting a chorus of screams.
"ROOOAR—!"
A furious roar scattered the smoke and dust, revealing Fenrir's form—its lower jaw impaled by an even larger spearhead.
After its roar, it suddenly snapped its jaws shut with terrifying force, causing the spearhead to tear free from its chin and clatter to the ground.
This—this was bad!
"Damn it, DIE!"
A god who found himself targeted knew that fleeing now would be fatal. Without hesitation, he struck first, swinging his divine weapon with all his might.
CLANG—!
The moment his blade met Fenrir's fangs, the recoil nearly wrenched the weapon from his grip.
Then, Fenrir's jaws clamped down. He yanked back desperately, but part of his sword failed to escape the beast's maw.
CRACK—!
"Wha—?!"
He gasped—his divine weapon had been shattered by this damned beast.
His face twisted in horror as he frantically retreated, only to be sent flying like a cannonball.
Yet this was fortunate for him. Had he reacted even a fraction of a second slower, Fenrir's claws would have sliced him into pieces.
"Guh—!"
Though he avoided being dismembered, his abdomen had been torn open by a ghastly wound.
Damn it, damn it!!!
That damned dragonslayer—why did he have to send this monster flying straight into the Roman pantheon's section?!
In an instant, their ranks had suffered heavy losses, with many swallowed whole by the beast.