Bab 689: Fallen Lord.

The blue light engulfed the sky and land.

Everyone knew that Fenrir was about to unleash his attack.

"Fenrir, no!" Then, Loki's voice echoed from several kilometers away. Arthur and the rest of the gods looked baffled at the trickster god.

Loki looked stern when he spoke to the enormous wolf, like he was talking to his pet.

To everyone's surprise, the blue light slowly vanished as Fenrir stopped its attack. The pressure also vanished and the atmosphere turned surprisingly calm.

However, Garmagello was far from calm. He knew that if the massive mutt fired its attack, he would have died a thousand times over. Hell, maybe even the whole planet of the Four Seasons, and everyone there would have died!

'All that power held by a fucking hound.' Garmagello trembled in his boots. 'Are they fucking crazy to let someone like this stay here? Aren't they afraid that this mutt will one day wake up grumpily and kill everyone?

'Why are they risking it all? Because of us?'