I became the Great Old One

Ziglina and the white wolf Fenrir were moving quickly through the lush coniferous forest.

The white wolf's huge body revealed agility that was completely opposite to its size. His body was like a gust of wind whistling through the dense forest, and the foggy snow was rolled up in pieces wherever he passed.

During the whistling.

Most of the forest had been crossed by the white wolf Fenrir.

They came to a village inhabited by humans at the northwest edge of the Iron Forest.

The originally lively village was now dead silent, with black and red blood flowing on the ground. Black smoke was burning on the broken houses, and the hideous demons were visible to the naked eye, walking through the ruins, as if looking for surviving humans in the village.

"It's the village where the little boy lives."

Ziglina looked at everything happening in front of him and said to the white wolf in a low voice.

The boy she was talking about was Elder, who was rescued from the demon by Ziglina not long ago.

Unexpectedly, the demons became more and more rampant. They not only moved in the Iron Forest, but also actively expanded outward and began to attack innocent villagers.

"The weak will be killed. This is the truth of the world." The white wolf sneezed and said in a cold tone: "This world is never friendly to the weak."

"Let's not talk about this for now."

Ziglinna was unwilling to continue arguing about this matter. She pulled the sword of Volsung out of the scabbard: "Clean up these demons first. In any case, such blasphemous things should not exist in this world."

"Roar!"

The white wolf responded with a loud roar.

The noisy blue-black wind gushed out of the white wolf's mouth, and the flames covering the ruins were instantly extinguished.

Some huge ancient trees growing between the villages were uprooted by this force and broke in half in mid-air. The goat-headed demons who were looking for food were instantly attracted by the white wolf.

They all raised their heads, and their scarlet eyes like searchlights looked at the white wolf.

The air was filled with a murderous atmosphere.

"Come on! Let me tear you to pieces!" The white wolf was not afraid, laughing loudly, and rushed into the demons with Ziglinna like a mad chariot.

Puff!

The sharp claws popped out and fell with amazing power.

Layers of strong winds wrapped around the silver-shining wolf claws, easily tearing the demons in front of them into pieces.

Such a scene was tragic and bloody, with broken limbs and broken internal organs flying in the air, and some blood stains on the white wolf's hair, making this guy look even more ferocious.

But these demons are also monsters who only know how to kill and are dominated by primitive desires.

They don't know what fear is at all.

After noticing the arrival of the white wolf, the remaining demons were also attracted and rushed forward.

Ziglina frowned as he watched everything that happened in front of him, and he had a bad feeling in his heart. But where did this feeling come from? Ziglina couldn't tell.

"Where is Yormgard?"

Ziglina suddenly thought of something and exclaimed.

Although the big snake was lazy, it would always follow the two of them slowly and sneak up on them at the critical moment.

But now Ziglina didn't see Yormgard in his sight.

"Who cares!"

The white wolf was also a little confused, but he didn't think much about it: "Anyway, when these demons are harvested, the big snake will always come out to enjoy the flesh and blood."

Although the flesh and blood of the demons were evaluated by the white wolf as bitter and dry, they were very nutritious. In the diet of the white wolf and Yorm, it has gradually occupied the status of staple food.

"Be careful no matter what."

Ziglina warned the white wolf, and at the same time stretched out his hand to chop behind him.

The bright sword light flashed, and a goat-headed demon more than three meters tall was neatly split in half from top to bottom.

Although there were many demons wandering in the village, most of them were ordinary in strength. White Wolf and Ziglina fought with all their strength, and with the help of the sword Volsung.

In less than ten minutes.

Dozens of demons were all solved by the two.

At this time, the ground was full of scarlet blood, and greasy internal organs were scattered everywhere. The bodies of those fallen demons were still burning with bursts of black mist.

"Too disgusting."

The white wolf licked his paws and frowned, saying, "It makes me lose my appetite."

He rolled a demon's head into his mouth with his tongue, bit it off like chewing beans, and then spit it out with some disgust.

Bang!

Ziglina turned over lightly and jumped off the back of the white wolf.

Silver-white and smooth hair flew in the air.

Although he was worried about the condition of his brother, the great snake Yorm, Ziglina still had a little surprise in his heart. Such a surprise came from the sword of Volsung in his hand.

This sword is much more useful than Ziglina imagined.

In the past, these monsters could not pose too much threat to Ziglina and the white wolf.

But they have thick skin and strong vitality, and it still takes a certain amount of effort to get rid of such a number of monsters.

Now with the help of the sword of Volsung, it is much easier to fight these monsters. Just like cutting melons and vegetables, after the battle, Ziglina was not even stained with a trace of blood.

"Let's look for it. Maybe there are other survivors in this village."

Ziglina said.

She put the Volsung sword into its scabbard and trotted towards the center of the ruins of the village.

The corpses of the monsters were burning with black smoke, and the black smoke gradually enveloped the entire village. This black smoke has the ability to block perception. Ziglina's vision is blocked and he can only see a range of about ten meters in front of him.

Uh-huh!

A black figure suddenly appeared on the street.

Zyglina was startled, and the Volsung sword in his hand almost came out of its sheath.

As a result, when Ziglina got closer, he realized that what he saw in front of him was just a simple scarecrow.

"Why are scarecrows placed on the street?" Ziglina patted her chest gently, and she heard the whimpering sounds coming from the houses near the scarecrow.

"A survivor?"

Zyglina's heart moved slightly, and he walked towards the room with the Sword of Volsung.

The thick black smoke completely blocked the sun's rays, and the room was also dark. It can be seen that this small wooden house seemed to have been attacked by demons before. A huge hole appeared on the roof, and half of the house collapsed. The room was in a mess, and in the narrow space held up by an independent pillar, a small figure was curled up.

The whimpering sound came from the boy's mouth.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here to help you." Zyglina put the Volsung sword back into its scabbard and slowly walked towards the boy.

Wow!

There was a sudden sound among the ruins of the collapsed house.

A black demonic figure sprang out, and five fingers covered with black hair descended from the sky, slapping down towards Zyglina's head.

Although his perception was affected and he was attacked secretly. But Ziglina never let down his guard after entering this strange house.

She responded quickly.

The moment the sound was made, he ducked away.

At the same time, using his hands as a guide, he quickly kicked back.

The slender and straight thighs made a clear sound of breaking through the air. The monster that sneaked up on Zyglina flew backwards as if it was hit by a siege cannon, smashing the old door into pieces.

Ziglina looked behind him with some surprise.

The slightly obese demon had a big hole in his chest and more than a dozen ribs were broken.

But such an injury seemed to have no effect. The demon struggled twice and got up from the ground unsteadily. With the help of the dim sunlight, Ziglina could see the true face of this monster clearly.

His face was swollen and the corners of his mouth were cracked.

The lush brown beard on his chin gave Zyglina a familiar feeling.

"It's the uncle hunter I saw in the forest the day before yesterday." The figures in the memory gradually overlapped, and Ziglina's face suddenly became a little ugly.

"Humans turned into monsters..."

Zyglina did not expect that he had just received information about the origins of these monsters from Odin, and he immediately saw the real pollution.

If the hunter uncle was contaminated, then the little boy he saw just now, as expected, would also be...

While Ziglina was wary of the fat demon swaying in front of him, he turned around and pressed the little boy's shoulders, turning his body around. Sure enough, she saw some messy black hair on the boy's face, and the boy's pupils also turned strange blood red.

However, compared to the boy's father.

Although there were signs of infection on the boy's body, his desire to attack was not strong.

He just squatted on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

What to do?

Are you going to kill them all?

Seeing the fat demon in front of him getting closer and closer to him, Zyglina held the Volsung sword and seemed a little hesitant for a moment, not knowing what to do.

Boom!

At this time.

The roof of the house in front of him was suddenly lifted off.

The mist was blown by the strong wind and spread quickly, and wisps of golden sunshine fell from the sky, bringing short-term light.

What disappeared at the same time as the roof was the upper body of the obese demon. The white wolf's sharp claws swept across, and the demon's upper body seemed to be crushed by a train running at full speed, exploding and shattering into blood mist.

The remaining two thighs stood blankly in place.

After swinging back and forth a few times, he fell to the ground.

laugh!

Accompanied by violent friction sounds.

The white wolf's feet buckled on the ground, dragging out several long and narrow traces.

Fenrir rushed over from outside the village, grinning. There were some black marks on his body, and he looked like he had just experienced a brutal battle.

"There's no time to hesitate, get rid of that little guy quickly."

Fenrir said: "I don't know why, but the demons outside the village came back to life again, and the situation is a little bit worse now."

"What!?"

The news brought by the white wolf Fenrir surprised Ziglina.

She didn't have time to think, so she could only turn around and apologize softly to the demon that was changing behind her. At the same time, the sharp Volsung Sword fell from the sky with the breath of death.

The boy's neck was cut open.

The cold breath of death invaded the boy's body.

His body quickly withered and decayed. In the last moments of his life, the boy's scarlet eyes seemed to have regained some of his consciousness. He let out a soft sigh, filled with the relief of embracing death after being freed from torture.

Zyglina's face was a little complicated, and the power of death brought peace to the tortured soul.

Boom, boom, boom!

The dull sound of footsteps came from behind, accompanied by the slight ups and downs of the ground.

Ziglina looked up and saw a giant demon more than three hundred meters tall slowly walking towards her.

The figure, like a black mountain of flesh, brings a huge sense of oppression. And it is different from the other monsters. Although this monster also has the familiar goat head, behind him there are many raised tumors like toads, and each tumor is filled with abundant juice. The monster swayed back and forth as it walked, as if it might completely shatter and explode at any time.

"call!"

When he was about a hundred meters away from Zyglina.

The demon stopped in his tracks and blew forward. The black smoke suddenly parted to both sides like a river, and Zyglina's figure was reflected in the demon's scarlet eyes.

"God of Death, Giant Wolf Fenrir, are you ready to join the embrace of the Mother Goddess?"

The demon Jiejie smiled and stretched out his hand to invite Ziglina and the white wolf.

"A talking monster?" Ziglina quickly reacted: "No, this is not a monster, but a flesh giver. Was Brother Thor injured by these monsters?"

"So, are you ready to welcome death?" White Wolf roared and asked without any fear.

His body also began to expand rapidly. Along with the crunching sounds of bones and muscle tearing, the size of the white wolf also expanded to a height of more than two hundred meters in a few breaths.

From a visual perspective, the white wolf at this time was even two times larger than the demon in front of him.

The Volsung sword in Zyglina's hand was unsheathed, flew in mid-air, and landed on the head of the white wolf. The clear pupils were filled with cold light, also guarding against the enemy in front of him.

"In that case, don't blame me for being rude." After being rejected by White Wolf and Ziglina, the monster was not angry.

Instead, he shook his head and sighed.

Bang bang bang bang!

As soon as he finished speaking, the tumors on the demon's back split open. In the scarlet juice, palms grew out of the tumors, and the ends of each finger were pitch black, exuding an icy brilliance.

Hundreds of palms grew from its back, making this deformed monster look like a facehugger magnified hundreds of times.

It looks particularly terrifying.

…

The situation in the village became increasingly tense and depressing.

On a hill not far away, Enheril the Giver of Flesh was silently watching everything happening in front of him.

"Although Kras's strength is not weak, it is still too much to deal with these new gods with his strength alone. It seems that I still need to take action personally in this matter."

Enherel said to himself.

"When the battle is over, they will definitely be the most relaxed. Choosing this time to take action is the most confident." A calm voice came from beside Enherel.

"That's right." Enherel nodded, "We thought of it together. There are very few Flesh Givers like you who are as smart as you -"

He didn't have time to finish his words.

Enheril was stunned. His action was a secret ambush.

No one knows about it at all except Ellie the witch, and she doesn't have any teammates. Then who was talking next to him... Thinking of this, Enherel felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart.

He raised his head stiffly and saw a tall giant with a frosty face folding his arms and looking at him indifferently.