Chapter 401: Immortal Beast
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Chapter 401: Immortal Beast
YallweiteFor a time.
Lightning flashed, thunder roared, and the wind howled.
The whole world of Helheim was shaking violently, setting off endless violent gales, carrying a strong force, and running for thousands of miles in the air.
Wherever the countless forces passed, space was torn apart, criss-crossed like a dense spider web, spreading to any corner in the field of vision.
All tangible and intangible substances were annihilated by the bombardment of the lightning spears, and the towering mountains and glaciers collapsed one after another amidst the cries of unbearable pain.
As time went on, the huge storm that connected the heavens and the earth gradually became more and more intense, and even the people on the Spectator Stand could not avoid being dragged into it.
Lod waved his hand and set up several layers of Spiritual Power's barrier so that the weaker Valkyrie would not be swept away by this terrifying storm.
When the storm gradually stopped, the deafening thunder calmed down, and the hot heat wave rushed over, mixed with a pungent smell of burnt. It was like a dish made by Nemu, which made Lod subconsciously frown.
The rest of the Valkyries were dumbfounded at this moment. They were still immersed in intense shock. All the images in their minds were the dark green spear that cut through the sky and the terrifying destructive power it created!
Ivette quietly lowered her head. For a moment, she felt a little ashamed and her beautiful face became red.
Thinking about how she had taken the initiative to fight against Fenrir, she felt slightly uncomfortable and even faintly hoped that the person would be defeated.
Now it seemed that they were the ones who had overestimated themselves.
Looking at the subordinates of the Lord Spirit King, each one of them had strength that was no weaker than Odin. This caused Yallweite to worry about her gains and losses, afraid that her sisters would be abandoned.
Brunhilde noticed this point. She pursed her lips and chuckled. Her eyes were like ripples of water, rippling like a lake under the night sky. She gently pinched the palm of the former, indicating that she didn't need to care too much.
The hearts of the sisters were linked. Yallweite quickly understood her meaning. After putting down her worries, she felt the itch in her palm. Her eyes couldn't help but show a touch of blame.
"Hee hee ---"
Brunhilde mischievously laughed and stuck out half of her pink tongue, quietly holding on to Yallweite's hand.
Yallweite didn't struggle free and allowed Brunhilde to fool around.
However, the two patches of red on her face seemed to have disappeared. Get latest novel chapters on novelbjn(.)c/om
Instead of saying it was a battle, it was more like a one-sided crushing. From beginning to end, Fenrir was unable to show the slightest chance of defeating that person.
Ulquiorra removed the Resurrección and turned to Lod, throwing the huge wolf head on the ground. He lowered his head slightly and said coldly, "Lord Lod, as you wish, I brought this beast here."
The behemoth that devoured the gods now only had one head left, and it was casually thrown to the ground like a transaction.
This scene, in the eyes of the Valkyiries, gave them an inexplicable feeling of irony and absurdity.
"Well done, very fast."
Lod nodded and smiled. He was very satisfied with Ulquiorra's performance. As expected of the Vasto Lorde level Arrancar, the combat power is really terrifying!
"No, the speed is still too slow. I have made you wait for a long time." Ulquiorra was expressionless. This level was not even a warm-up for him.
Soi Fon and Toushiro: "..."
The two people snorted and turned their heads away, pretending not to hear Ulquiorra's words.
"Don't pretend to be dead, Fenrir." Lod looked at the head on the ground and said with a faint smile, "How does it feel to only have head left?"
Fenrir glared at Lod and said hoarsely, "You won't be able to kill me."
"I know, so what?"
Lod smiled. He already knew this.
In Norse mythology, Fenrir was a giant beast destined to devour God King Odin, so before the 'mission' was completed, no existence could kill it.
Even if there was only one head left and it looked like it was on the verge of death, it would revive in a few days.
This was the mysterious 'fate' in Norse mythology.
In any case, based on the current situation, there was no way he could kill Fenrir.
However, it was only limited to this. There were many ways to make Fenrir submit willingly. For example, in his previous life, a manga called "Ajin: Demi-Human" could provide Lod with many different ideas, specifically targeting this type of undying enemy.
Sometimes, even courting death was an extravagant hope.
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Chapter 401: Immortal Beast
YallweiteFor a time.
Lightning flashed, thunder roared, and the wind howled.
The whole world of Helheim was shaking violently, setting off endless violent gales, carrying a strong force, and running for thousands of miles in the air.
Wherever the countless forces passed, space was torn apart, criss-crossed like a dense spider web, spreading to any corner in the field of vision.
All tangible and intangible substances were annihilated by the bombardment of the lightning spears, and the towering mountains and glaciers collapsed one after another amidst the cries of unbearable pain.
As time went on, the huge storm that connected the heavens and the earth gradually became more and more intense, and even the people on the Spectator Stand could not avoid being dragged into it.
Lod waved his hand and set up several layers of Spiritual Power's barrier so that the weaker Valkyrie would not be swept away by this terrifying storm.
When the storm gradually stopped, the deafening thunder calmed down, and the hot heat wave rushed over, mixed with a pungent smell of burnt. It was like a dish made by Nemu, which made Lod subconsciously frown.
The rest of the Valkyries were dumbfounded at this moment. They were still immersed in intense shock. All the images in their minds were the dark green spear that cut through the sky and the terrifying destructive power it created!
Ivette quietly lowered her head. For a moment, she felt a little ashamed and her beautiful face became red.
Thinking about how she had taken the initiative to fight against Fenrir, she felt slightly uncomfortable and even faintly hoped that the person would be defeated.
Now it seemed that they were the ones who had overestimated themselves.
Looking at the subordinates of the Lord Spirit King, each one of them had strength that was no weaker than Odin. This caused Yallweite to worry about her gains and losses, afraid that her sisters would be abandoned.
Brunhilde noticed this point. She pursed her lips and chuckled. Her eyes were like ripples of water, rippling like a lake under the night sky. She gently pinched the palm of the former, indicating that she didn't need to care too much.
The hearts of the sisters were linked. Yallweite quickly understood her meaning. After putting down her worries, she felt the itch in her palm. Her eyes couldn't help but show a touch of blame.
"Hee hee ---"
Brunhilde mischievously laughed and stuck out half of her pink tongue, quietly holding on to Yallweite's hand.
Yallweite didn't struggle free and allowed Brunhilde to fool around.
However, the two patches of red on her face seemed to have disappeared. Get latest novel chapters on novelbjn(.)c/om
Instead of saying it was a battle, it was more like a one-sided crushing. From beginning to end, Fenrir was unable to show the slightest chance of defeating that person.
Ulquiorra removed the Resurrección and turned to Lod, throwing the huge wolf head on the ground. He lowered his head slightly and said coldly, "Lord Lod, as you wish, I brought this beast here."
The behemoth that devoured the gods now only had one head left, and it was casually thrown to the ground like a transaction.
This scene, in the eyes of the Valkyiries, gave them an inexplicable feeling of irony and absurdity.
"Well done, very fast."
Lod nodded and smiled. He was very satisfied with Ulquiorra's performance. As expected of the Vasto Lorde level Arrancar, the combat power is really terrifying!
"No, the speed is still too slow. I have made you wait for a long time." Ulquiorra was expressionless. This level was not even a warm-up for him.
Soi Fon and Toushiro: "..."
The two people snorted and turned their heads away, pretending not to hear Ulquiorra's words.
"Don't pretend to be dead, Fenrir." Lod looked at the head on the ground and said with a faint smile, "How does it feel to only have head left?"
Fenrir glared at Lod and said hoarsely, "You won't be able to kill me."
"I know, so what?"
Lod smiled. He already knew this.
In Norse mythology, Fenrir was a giant beast destined to devour God King Odin, so before the 'mission' was completed, no existence could kill it.
Even if there was only one head left and it looked like it was on the verge of death, it would revive in a few days.
This was the mysterious 'fate' in Norse mythology.
In any case, based on the current situation, there was no way he could kill Fenrir.
However, it was only limited to this. There were many ways to make Fenrir submit willingly. For example, in his previous life, a manga called "Ajin: Demi-Human" could provide Lod with many different ideas, specifically targeting this type of undying enemy.
Sometimes, even courting death was an extravagant hope.
Chapter 401: Immortal Beast YallweiteFor a time. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, and the wind howled. The whole world of Helheim was shaking violently, setting off endless violent gales, carrying a strong force, and running for thousands of miles in the air. Wherever the countless forces passed, space was torn apart, criss-crossed like a dense spider web, spreading to any corner in the field of vision. All tangible and intangible substances were annihilated by the bombardment of the lightning spears, and the towering mountains and glaciers collapsed one after another amidst the cries of unbearable pain. As time went on, the huge storm that connected the heavens and the earth gradually became more and more intense, and even the people on the Spectator Stand could not avoid being dragged into it. Lod waved his hand and set up several layers of Spiritual Power's barrier so that the weaker Valkyrie would not be swept away by this terrifying storm. When the storm gradually stopped, the deafening thunder calmed down, and the hot heat wave rushed over, mixed with a pungent smell of burnt. It was like a dish made by Nemu, which made Lod subconsciously frown. The rest of the Valkyries were dumbfounded at this moment. They were still immersed in intense shock. All the images in their minds were the dark green spear that cut through the sky and the terrifying destructive power it created! Ivette quietly lowered her head. For a moment, she felt a little ashamed and her beautiful face became red. Thinking about how she had taken the initiative to fight against Fenrir, she felt slightly uncomfortable and even faintly hoped that the person would be defeated. Now it seemed that they were the ones who had overestimated themselves. Looking at the subordinates of the Lord Spirit King, each one of them had strength that was no weaker than Odin. This caused Yallweite to worry about her gains and losses, afraid that her sisters would be abandoned. Brunhilde noticed this point. She pursed her lips and chuckled. Her eyes were like ripples of water, rippling like a lake under the night sky. She gently pinched the palm of the former, indicating that she didn't need to care too much. The hearts of the sisters were linked. Yallweite quickly understood her meaning. After putting down her worries, she felt the itch in her palm. Her eyes couldn't help but show a touch of blame. "Hee hee ---" Brunhilde mischievously laughed and stuck out half of her pink tongue, quietly holding on to Yallweite's hand. Yallweite didn't struggle free and allowed Brunhilde to fool around. However, the two patches of red on her face seemed to have disappeared. Get latest novel chapters on novelbjn.c/omInstead of saying it was a battle, it was more like a one-sided crushing. From beginning to end, Fenrir was unable to show the slightest chance of defeating that person. Ulquiorra removed the Resurreccion and turned to Lod, throwing the huge wolf head on the ground. He lowered his head slightly and said coldly, "Lord Lod, as you wish, I brought this beast here." The behemoth that devoured the gods now only had one head left, and it was casually thrown to the ground like a transaction. This scene, in the eyes of the Valkyiries, gave them an inexplicable feeling of irony and absurdity. "Well done, very fast." Lod nodded and smiled. He was very satisfied with Ulquiorra's performance. As expected of the Vasto Lorde level Arrancar, the combat power is really terrifying! "No, the speed is still too slow. I have made you wait for a long time." Ulquiorra was expressionless. This level was not even a warm-up for him. Soi Fon and Toushiro: "..." The two people snorted and turned their heads away, pretending not to hear Ulquiorra's words. "Don't pretend to be dead, Fenrir." Lod looked at the head on the ground and said with a faint smile, "How does it feel to only have head left?" Fenrir glared at Lod and said hoarsely, "You won't be able to kill me." "I know, so what?" Lod smiled. He already knew this. In Norse mythology, Fenrir was a giant beast destined to devour God King Odin, so before the 'mission' was completed, no existence could kill it. Even if there was only one head left and it looked like it was on the verge of death, it would revive in a few days. This was the mysterious 'fate' in Norse mythology. In any case, based on the current situation, there was no way he could kill Fenrir. However, it was only limited to this. There were many ways to make Fenrir submit willingly. For example, in his previous life, a manga called "Ajin: Demi-Human" could provide Lod with many different ideas, specifically targeting this type of undying enemy. Sometimes, even courting death was an extravagant hope.
