121: We're All Foxes Who Have Lived for a Thousand Years; There's Nothing Wrong with Having a Thick Skin

Rimuru found it unbelievable for quite a while, but in the end, he held back the urge to go trouble them. He could stop one demigod without hesitation; with two, he could still consider fooling around with Nine Tails. Three demigods... Forget it. I'll remember this grudge!

Rimuru watched the group retreat and gather up. Finally, after their captain cast him one last look, they boarded what was clearly a high-tech spacecraft. It erupted with powerful energy fluctuations and shot into the sky. Only after it warped away in the next instant did he withdraw his gaze. He had no interest in causing trouble for the other extraordinary beings either. On that point, he shared Ling Ling and the others' view.

They were, after all, part of the Extraordinary Space faction, and conquering this world had been his order.

Putting aside the matter of obstructing them, actually attacking one's own people would be going too far.

Even so, Rimuru scratched his head in frustration. The other side had retreated so easily that it still felt like a dream... It was truly incomprehensible.

He turned and walked toward Odin behind him. The white-haired old man no longer possessed his former majesty. Though his expression remained resolute, and the power within him still surged, calm and composed, carrying the aura of a king—

The wrinkles on his face had deepened, and his exhaustion was obvious. He gripped Sovereign's Spear tightly, using it to support himself against the ground. Beneath the lightning, blood still dripped continuously from his forehead and mouth, while a bold, bottomless wound cut across his body.

Rimuru kindly cast a healing spell on the old man, though empowered by divine power, Odin should have been able to recover quickly himself.

After thinking it over, Rimuru decided not to help