Chapter 125: Fulfillment—The Fall of the Allfather Odin
Ares, the God of War, stared wide-eyed, his fury boiling over.
Mars, the god of war in Roman mythology, had always been his formidable rival. The two could be said to be evenly matched.
Yet this same Mars was nearly instantly defeated by Fenrir.
Ares had thought that even if Mars couldn't defeat Fenrir, he could at least hold him off for a while and inflict some damage.
He never expected such an outcome.
Did this mean that if he faced that god-devouring monster himself, he would meet a similar fate?
Thus, he finally understood just how terrifyingly powerful this creature was.
And the dragon slayer who had sent this monster flying and stabbed a spear into its jaw—did his strength surpass even Mars, who had almost been instantly defeated?
And Mars was practically equal to Ares...
Which meant—
"Am I... actually inferior to this dragon slayer?"
"Is now really the time for that, Brother Ares?"
Hermes shot a sidelong glance at his brawny but simple-minded brother, exasperated.
Suddenly, his pupils contracted slightly—Fenrir was devouring gods.
With each god consumed, its aura grew stronger, and its body swelled larger.
Even the wound on its jaw healed instantly.
"Those fangs... they're as strong as the divine weapons of the chief gods!"
They tore through divine flesh with ease, piercing even those clad in divine armor as if it were nothing.
Then, a streak of light cut through the air above the arena, striking Fenrir's flank at a speed it couldn't evade, burying itself halfway in.
The light then withdrew and flew back to its owner's hand.
That light was the true Gungnir!
Yet even such a wound couldn't do much to Fenrir—like a film rewinding, its flesh rapidly regenerated.
But just before the wound fully closed, Odin suddenly appeared nearby and drove a needle into it.
"ROAR—!"
The next instant, Odin's unfailing spear was hurled again, piercing another hole in Fenrir's body. Before it could heal, another needle was thrust inside.
"It seems my intervention isn't needed."
Zeus, the chief god of Greece, who had been standing, sat back down.
Even if he had wanted to act, it would have depended on whether Odin allowed it.
Not that Odin wanted to protect Fenrir or prevent others from slaying it.
Rather, this was an internal disgrace—he needed to personally clean up the mess, not leave it to outsiders. To do otherwise would be deeply humiliating.
As for the objects embedded in Fenrir's body, they were divine weapons—Odin's unique artifacts, finite in number.
Their purpose was to forcibly induce slumber in their target.
How potent were they? Take Ares, for example—once, Loki stole one and pricked him with it. Within five seconds, he was fast asleep.
Of course, if Odin himself wielded them, the effect would be instantaneous.
The stronger the wielder, the more potent the effect—though the divine energy consumed would also be greater.
Fenrir, however, endured over twenty needles before finally showing signs of drowsiness, staggering as if drunk.
At last, its eyes could no longer stay open, and with a thunderous crash, it collapsed.
So, Zeus might as well spare some pity for the Roman pantheon—nearly twenty of them were devoured, two of whom were even among the twelve core gods.
Had their chief god been present, things might not have turned out so disastrous.
"Whew~~~ Lord Odin finally subdued it!"
Göll, the Valkyrie, let out a sigh of relief.
It was truly terrifying. In the blink of an eye, so many gods had been eaten. If Lord Odin hadn't intervened, who knows how many more would have perished.
Moreover, Fenrir grew stronger with every devoured god. If left unchecked, it might have become the true apocalyptic beast destined to destroy the gods.
"Tch!"
Brunhilde clicked her tongue in frustration, making Göll force an awkward smile.
Her sister, no doubt, had been eagerly anticipating Fenrir's rampage—preferably one that ended with Odin's death.
But Fenrir's life was about to end here, as Lord Odin raised Gungnir, poised to deliver a fatal strike straight through its skull.
Yet, an unexpected twist occurred—!
"What?!"
Fenrir, which should have been subdued, suddenly snapped its massive jaws open and lunged.
The attack was too sudden. Even Lord Odin, though somewhat wary, couldn't react in time. His body—along with the hastily conjured defensive magic—was pierced clean through by Fenrir's fangs.
The impalement was akin to a human being skewered by a telephone pole. That Odin wasn't instantly killed was a miracle in itself, let alone being able to fight back.
The sight sent a collective chill down the spines of the gods, freezing them from head to toe!
After this sudden counterattack, Fenrir immediately slumped, as if it had exhausted every last ounce of its strength.
No—it was trying to absorb Odin's blood, gradually recovering its strength. Its massive maw writhed desperately, attempting to swallow Odin whole.
It absolutely could not be allowed to devour Lord Odin!
"Damn beast!"
A furious roar echoed as a god dashed to Fenrir's side, one hand propping up its upper jaw while a foot stomped down on the lower one.
With his other hand, he yanked Odin free from the beast's maw.
The moment Odin was pulled out, the jaws snapped shut, severing the god's arm before he could withdraw it.
This god's name was Tyr—Odin's son.
"Now's the time—kill this damned beast!!!"
Tyr immediately urged the surrounding gods, but they all hesitated, too afraid to move.
Meanwhile, Fenrir, having regained some strength, suddenly—leaped toward the arena?
Shouldn't it be devouring gods to recover?
The gods' pupils shrank as they finally noticed Loki's half-melted body on the arena, the platform now largely covered in a flowing black liquid.
But this wasn't just liquid—it was a portal to somewhere else?
Fenrir was trying to escape!!!
But there was no way they could let it flee. Several powerful gods were already charging forward.
"BOOM—!"
A sudden bolt of lightning struck, forcing the pursuing gods to recoil in shock and anger as they turned toward its source—Zeus.
Why had he stopped them from chasing the monster?
"Don't be fools. Can't you see that human brat isn't even reacting?"
Zeus' voice was low and grave.
He hadn't purely discerned something from the Dragon Slayer's reaction—he himself had sensed something extremely ominous from the darkness.
Within it, there seemed to be a supermassive entity even more terrifying than Fenrir, writhing and—!