Not long after.
Brunhilde returned, followed by a grey and black wolf about the height of a man.
When the wolf came closer, its two front limbs bent slightly, and it lowered its head and spoke in human language, "Lord Lod, I'm here."
This grayish-black wolf was Fenrir, the devourer of gods. The reason why it became like this was actually because of Lod's request.
Fenrir was too huge, so in order to avoid unnecessary trouble in the human world, Lod asked Fenrir to shrink its body a little, so it became what it was now, an ordinary grayish-black wolf.
Looking at Fenrir's cute appearance now, Ivette couldn't help but sigh in her heart. It was hard to imagine that it was actually a fierce beast that destroyed Northern Europe.
In fact, since last time, after being taught and threatened by Soi Fon Ulquiorra and Lod, Fenrir became extremely obedient.
Basically, Lod let it go east and never dare to go west, almost hanging the word loyalty on his forehead.
"See that door?"
Lod pointed at the bronze door behind him and said, "Move it away and be careful. If you rub off even half a bit of paint, I will peel off your skin and paste it on. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand!"
Fenrir was so scared that his pupils shrank. He instantly shivered and looked at the bronze door over there. Then, he repeatedly promised Lod that there would be no damage.
Although they hadn't spent much time together, Fenrir was very clear that the man in front of him was definitely a man who would do what he said. If he really accidentally rubbed off some paint, Lod would definitely peel off his skin.
Fenrir walked to the bronze door, and then its body began to slowly grow larger until it was about the same height as the door, and then it expanded its mouth to the limit, and its upper and lower jaws pressed against the top and bottom of the cave.
As a famous beast of Northern Europe, Fenrir's size was terrifying. It was said that when its upper and lower jaws expanded to the limit, it could resist the sky and the ground.
"Gulp!"
Fenrir looked at the bronze door and felt that this level should be enough, so it swallowed the entire bronze door in one gulp.
It was as easy as swallowing a date seed.
After swallowing the bronze door, Fenrir shrank again and returned to his previous appearance. "Lord Lod, I have completed the task you gave me. The bronze door is not damaged at all."
"Well done."
Lod looked at this scene and nodded thoughtfully. He said, "Thank you for your hard work. If there are similar jobs in the future, I will leave them to you."
Fenrir: "..."
Although it wanted to argue that it was a fierce beast that devoured the gods, not a large mobile storage cabinet.
However, as soon as it raised its head, it met Lod's kind eyes. Its heart suddenly tightened for no reason. The remaining words were just about to come out of its mouth, but it was immediately swallowed back.
Forget it...
A large storage cabinet is just a large storage cabinet, it's better than being chopped up and used as food.
Fenrir squeezed out an ugly smile on his face and said against his heart, "It's my honor to be able to share your worries."
"Inform the others that it's time to go home."
Seeing that this matter was over, Lod had no intention of staying any longer.
Although it seemed like there was no harvest on the surface, there was actually an unexpected discovery.
Regardless of whether it was the truth of the battle of the shattering of heaven or the information about the [Flower] that was suspected to have been left behind by God, it could currently be said to be rather valuable information. Its value was no less than a dozen superior souls.
Right now, what he needed to consider was how to unseal the 'Memory' that was buried deep in his mind as soon as possible. Compared to this matter, the importance of other matters could be shifted back a little.
Brunhilde asked in a low voice, "Are we not going to take care of that evil dragon?"
"Don't worry about it."
Lod shook his head. "When it is almost fully recovered, it will naturally jump out. We will deal with it when the time comes."
Considering that Narwas only left with a piece of meat, if he wanted to track the difficulty of its movements, it would be like searching for a needle in a haystack. Fortunately, it wouldn't affect the overall development of the situation at the moment, so he could temporarily put it aside.
Brunhilde was still somewhat puzzled. "But if this is the case, won't we just let it become stronger?"
"That isn't the case, Brunhilde."
Yallweite laughed and rubbed Brunhilde's hair. She softly said, "Lord Spirit King means that rather than having us waste our energy searching for the whereabouts of a piece of minced meat, we might as well wait for it to recover. When it recovers, it will naturally jump out and we can annihilate it."
"Oh... I seem to understand, but I don't seem to understand."
Brunhilde nodded as if she didn't understand. Ever since the sisters had returned to life, she had become even more dumbstruck.
After burying the tunnel that led to the underground, everyone returned to the small town.
Arbeit told the news of Evil Dragon Grendel's death to Wiglaf and the villagers of the small town who had been waiting bitterly for dozens of days. However, he concealed the fact that he had escaped with his flesh. First, it was to prevent the villagers from worrying about him. Second, he didn't want the villagers to be bound by the 'contract' for thousands of years.
Thus, at this point.
From the Goddess of Valkyries from over ten thousand years ago, to the legend of the hero Beowulf, and then to the heroic descendants of today thousands of years later, the promise that Yallweite had made for this inheritance for a long time finally came to an end that was not too perfect.
Considering that these people did not have official identities, it would be difficult for them to integrate into society in the future, so Lod made an exception and contacted Jessica to contact Hydra, asking Alexander Pierce to arrange their identities for them.
Although Pierce had doubts in his heart, he still readily agreed.
After all, a small matter like arranging an identity was almost negligible compared to the value of the Sternritter.
Vivian hinted to all the villagers in the small town that they could not say anything about Valkyrie, Beowulf, and so on to ensure that Hydra would not get any information about Knull from them.
Then it was Lod's turn.
He took out his memory from his Dimensional Pocket to exchange for a Divine Armament. This was a device that death god had specially used to erase ordinary people's memories. It had never been used before, and now it was finally useful.
He used his memory to exchange for a Divine Armament, erasing their memories of this period of time.
When the villagers of the small town woke up, they would only remember that their thousand year promise was over. As for who did it, it was unknown.
After making sure that everything was safe, Lod was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something.
He still remembered that old man Axel had said that his biggest wish was to let his grandson live in Copenhagen, so Lod left a large amount of US dollars. It was enough for him to buy a property in Copenhagen, so he led everyone to leave quietly.
From today onwards.
Everyone in this small town no longer had to stay in the barren land. They could return to normal society.
This was the peaceful life that all of them dreamed of!
There was no need to be on tenterhooks, no longer bound by ancient vow, but to live freely for his own sake!
When the sun rose tomorrow, what awaited them would be a brand new, beautiful, and hopeful future!
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