Chapter 124: The God-Eater
The rift in Loki's chest widened grotesquely, stretching his body like a rubber band pulled far past its limit. His form twisted unnaturally, limbs distorting, bones creaking, until he resembled something no longer human—no longer divine.
But what emerged from that abyss was far more terrifying.
A monstrous wolf, its fur bristling like steel needles, crawled forth from the darkness. Its eyes glowed with a spectral light, scanning the arena with a predator's hunger. Saliva dripped from its blade-lined maw, each fang glinting like a dagger forged for slaughter.
"F-Fenrir!" someone gasped.
The name spread like wildfire. Even those unfamiliar with the beast now understood. The gods had seen it before—once, long ago. But this time, it was larger. Much larger.
"Is it just me, or has it doubled in size?"
"No… you're not wrong. It's grown."
The gods swallowed hard. Fenrir had once devoured an entire pantheon of giants. And now, it had returned—stronger, hungrier, more feral than ever.
Some gods turned to flee, but hesitation gripped them. Fenrir had a taste for cowards. The first to run were always the first to die. So they stood frozen, hearts pounding, praying they wouldn't be next.
Loki's body had vanished—absorbed, perhaps, into the beast. Or maybe he had become the beast. It was hard to tell. Fenrir's emergence felt like the inversion of a cloak—two sides of the same entity, twisted into one.
Then Fenrir's gaze shifted.
It was no longer drooling over the gods.
It had locked eyes with a human.
The Dragon Slayer.
Relief washed over the divine ranks. Their hearts, once clenched in terror, loosened slightly. If Fenrir was focused on the mortal, perhaps they had a chance to escape.
"Pathetic," one god sneered. "So many of us, and we cower before a beast?"
"Are we gods or frightened children?"
Some mocked the fearful, puffing their chests in bravado. But others—those who had lived through the ancient wars—knew better. They had seen Fenrir's wrath. They had watched comrades torn apart, swallowed whole, reduced to blood and bone.
"ROOOAAARRR!"
The beast's roar shattered the air. Several gods stumbled, clutching their ears.
And then Fenrir moved.
Not ran—leapt.
In a blink, it was upon the Dragon Slayer, jaws wide, ready to consume him and the earth beneath his feet.
CRUNCH!
Its fangs sank into the ground, tearing up stone and soil. But the Slayer was gone.
Above.
A shadow danced in the sky—his afterimage left behind to fool the beast. He had leapt just in time, soaring overhead.
From the heavens, he unleashed his counterattack.
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"
A barrage of spearheads rained down, each strike like a cannon blast. The ground trembled beneath the impact. It wasn't explosive magic—it was pure kinetic force, the sheer velocity of divine weaponry smashing into Fenrir's hide.
Smoke and dust billowed.
Then—movement.
The Slayer sensed danger and swung his sword downward, slicing through the haze. A gust of wind parted the poisonous mist that had surged toward him.
But Fenrir was already there.
Its claws, curved like scythes, slashed upward.
CLANG!
CRASH!
Steel met fang. The Slayer was hurled backward, crashing through the arena wall. Debris flew. Before the dust could settle, Fenrir lunged again, jaws open, ready to devour everything in its path.
"Move—!"
Before the warning could leave Grettel's lips, a beam of blue light shot forth, smashing through rubble and slamming into Fenrir's flank.
A howl of pain echoed.
"BOOOOM!"
The blast carried Fenrir across the arena, straight into the divine spectator stands. Screams erupted as gods scrambled to avoid the incoming monster.
Smoke cleared.
Fenrir stood, blood dripping from its jaw. A massive spearhead had pierced its lower mandible, pinning it to the ground.
With a snarl, it slammed its jaws together, shattering the weapon and spitting the fragments aside.
"Damn you—die!"
A god, realizing escape was futile, charged forward, swinging his divine blade.
CLANG!
His sword met Fenrir's teeth—and nearly flew from his hands. The recoil was immense.
Fenrir bit down.
SNAP!
The blade shattered.
"What—?!"
The god staggered back, eyes wide. His weapon—his sacred artifact—had been crushed like brittle glass.
He turned to flee, but Fenrir's claws were already descending.
He barely escaped, launched like a cannonball across the arena. Blood poured from a gash in his abdomen.
"Damn it! DAMN IT!"
He cursed the Dragon Slayer for sending the beast toward their section. The Roman gods had suffered heavy losses—many swallowed whole.
Chapter 125: The Fulfillment — Odin's Reckoning
Ares, the Greek god of war, stared in disbelief.
Mars, his Roman counterpart and eternal rival, had nearly been killed in an instant.
Ares had always considered them equals. If Mars couldn't withstand Fenrir, what chance did he have?
And the Dragon Slayer—he had wounded Fenrir, driven it back. Was he truly stronger than Mars?
"Am I… weaker than that mortal?"
"Is now really the time for that, brother?" Hermes muttered, exasperated.
Then his eyes widened.
Fenrir was feeding.
Each god it consumed made it stronger. Its aura swelled. Its body grew. The wound in its jaw healed instantly.
"Those fangs… they're as strong as a Supreme God's weapon."
Armor meant nothing. Fenrir tore through divine flesh like parchment.
Suddenly, a streak of light pierced the sky.
Gungnir.
The true spear of Odin.
It struck Fenrir's side, embedding deep.
But the beast didn't falter. The wound began to close, regenerating rapidly.
Before it could fully heal, Odin appeared.
He thrust a needle into the wound.
"ROOOAAARRR!"
Fenrir howled.
Another spear flew.
Another wound opened.
Another needle plunged in.
Zeus, watching from afar, nodded and sat back down.
"It seems I won't be needed."
Not because Odin sought to protect Fenrir.
But because this was his burden.
His shame.
His beast.
Only he could end it.
The needles—rare artifacts—were designed to induce sleep. Each one drained immense divine power.
Loki had once stolen one and used it on Ares. The war god had collapsed in seconds.
But Odin was stronger.
And Fenrir… was monstrous.
Twenty needles later, the beast began to stagger.
Its limbs wobbled.
Its eyes fluttered.
And finally—
It collapsed.
The arena fell silent.
The God-Eater had been subdued.
For now.