While gritting his teeth and cursing Heisenberg's treachery, Odin nervously watched the battle between Heisenberg and Fenrir.
He had no choice but to care.
After all, whichever of those two survived had a high chance of becoming the one destined to kill him in the future!
Though the outcomes brought by the two were roughly equal, Odin still fundamentally hoped that Heisenberg would hurry up and die!
If Heisenberg died, then Odin would no longer need to fear the imminent threat of Olympus's invasion.
Without the King of Gods, without Heisenberg, who could easily defeat him.
Did those trash gods of Olympus, immersed in wine and sex, have any right to contend with him and the gods under his command, who were devoted to slaughter and conquest?
But if Heisenberg won and Fenrir died...
Then...
Though that would resolve Odin's future fate, Odin knew very well that he would have a hard time becoming Heisenberg's opponent.
Compared to that prophesied fate that might not happen for hundreds of thousands of years, the crisis right before his eyes was far more terrifying!
On the battlefield, Heisenberg, transformed into a massive black wolf, suddenly raised his head.
He let out an excited howl toward the sky.
For a moment, the mighty, domineering, and resonant wolf howl made Sköll and Hati, who had been engrossed in their own battles, look over in disbelief.
When they saw the black giant wolf...
Sköll snorted unhappily, saliva spraying from his countless wolf mouths.
Damn it, this black wolf was way too showy!
And Hati...
The adorable little white she-wolf fell into boundless delight the instant she saw Heisenberg.
Th-this-this...
I've never seen such a handsome and majestic member of my kind!
His fur was as deep as the night, and his brilliant eyes shone like