Chapter 791: Chapter 8 Let Go of That Girl!_3 Chapter 791: Chapter 8 Let Go of That Girl!_3 “The World was born in Flames,
and the bloodline of the gods flows within our veins.
I remember there were nine Realms,
each guarded by a Giantess.
And there was an Ancient Ash Tree,
Immensely mighty, it supported the heavens and the earth,
dividing the sky, the land, and the Underworld,
its serpentine roots plunging deep into the earth’s layers.
When our divine ancestor Buri was alive,
before the foundation of heaven and earth had been laid,
there was no sand nor sea,
Amidst the roaring bonfire, the villagers, flushed with excitement, drank and feasted, singing in a rough and desolate tone the history of this land birthed by blood and fire.
Invisible rumbles of vibrations, specks of golden light emerged from trees, humans, flames, and fields, quietly converging into the bodies of Luo En and Odin.
As the Divinity and Divine Power in their bodies suddenly surged, a brilliant light flared in Odin’s solitary eye.
The faith and sacrifices of humans could actually bring about a substantial enhancement to the Divinity and Authority of the gods!
And this was but a modest sacrifice, a village of less than a thousand people.
If the human race were to fill the Midgard World, the increase they could bring to the Asa gods would be immeasurable.
At this moment, sensing this, Odin was immensely thrilled, hungrily and eagerly looking at each human face under the firelight.
These were no mere humans; they were clearly the nourishment planted by the Asa Divine Race in the Midgard World!
As Odin set down his cup, ready to relish the offering provided by the mortals, he noticed that only a small portion of the faith power was flowing towards him and Luo En, with much more streaming into the fields outside the village.
“This is the Harvest Festival, we don’t have Authority related to the harvest and plants, so we can’t fully absorb it.”
Luo En, in a hushed communication, schooled Odin on some nuances of the power of faith.
Hearing this, Odin eyed the dispersing faith power over the village fields with a sense of loss,
“Isn’t that a waste?”
“Not necessarily, there may be other gains.”
Luo En winked and gestured towards the farmland where the light was gathering.
A subtle divine fluctuation was taking shape in that piece of land, steadily gathering.
Odin felt a stir in his heart and exchanged a look with Luo En, immediately excusing himself, feigning inebriation, and rushing toward the fields outside the village.
As the Harvest Festival proceeded, strands of faith power rose from different human villages and ultimately merged above the fields outside the village.
Being the first place where wheat was planted, this land had undergone a long sanctification.
Specks of light dust overflowed from the soil, plants, and straw of the fields, mingling with the descending faith power, gradually and quietly assembling the outline of a canine creature in the furrows.
The small figure seemed as if it had just awakened from a dream, its amber eyes curiously surveying the world around it.
Mmm, what a nice scent…
Immediately, its brown-yellow head popped out of the straw, biting into a wheat ear exuding the scent of wheat.
However, before it could taste the flavor, a hand unexpectedly seized the back of its neck, destiny’s flesh, lifting it into the air from the straw heap.
“You sure made me look for you, little one.”
Luo En spoke warmly, curiously examining the divine creature born from the power of faith before him.
It was a small brownish creature, exuding the unique animal scent; it had two sharp milk teeth in its mouth; its bright eyes were like pristine amber, filled with a world of curiosity and naivety, pointed ears on its head, and its tail tipped with white fur.
Luo En scratched the little one’s chin, pondering in his eyes.
In some nature-worshipping mythologies and sects, there was a common notion of grain spirits transforming into wolves or dogs, and both dogs and wolves in customs related to the harvest were considered incarnations of grain spirits; in many parts of Germany Mecklenburg, the concept of the “Five Grain Wolf” was especially popular, where they said the wolf would be lying in the last sheaf of grain, and whoever harvested or tied this sheaf was “caught by the wolf,” that is, touched by the harvest deity, receiving its blessing.
By this, people hoped for the next year’s bounty and a prosperous life.
Clearly, the long sanctification of the Harvest Festival allowed such a small creature to be born from the land of Heather Island.
Curious, Luo En could not help but lift the little wolf cub to see for himself.
“Impudent, release her!”
Just then, a deep scolding came from the distant fields, a lithe silhouette holding a vine staff, dressed in plain clothes, appeared under the moonlight, her face as frosty as ice.
Sensing the vigorous Life and Divinity within the other, and their attire different from the Asa Divine Race, Luo En’s eyes narrowed slightly.