Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 39 The Sea God's Decision

(Because the author couldn't think of any more two-character chapter titles, he decided to redesign all the chapter titles.)
Meanwhile, amidst the fierce battle between the two monsters on the high seas, deep within the endless ocean where the earth was already shaking, in an underwater temple...

"Ah~"

Inside the temple, bricks and stones were constantly falling, and maids were running around in a panic. In the past, the deep-thinking old sea god Egil would have punished them severely. But now, he simply sat on his throne, frowning as he watched everything before him, doing nothing.

His face was covered with a beard, his hair was like seaweed, and his eyes were sharp. You couldn't tell what he was thinking just by looking at him.

"Father."

The beautiful young woman looked at her father with worry. Her upper body was human and her lower body was water. Her beautiful face could be described as stunning. Beside her, eight sisters of different ages surrounded their father. Although their expressions were different, the worry in their eyes was the same.

The Daughters of the Waves are nine beautiful goddesses born from the waves of the sea. They are the most beloved daughters of the old sea god. Normally, there is nothing the old sea god cannot give them. But faced with this calamity that seems to be an overwhelming disaster, they are at a loss. However, the old sea god does not respond to his daughters' fear, but instead ponders something.

He sat on his throne, deep in thought, and finally addressed his nine daughters.

"Don't worry about Thor. If Thor wants to fight that monster, let them fight. It would be best if they both died."

As he spoke, he raised his head. The dark seawater could not obstruct his vision. In his vision, a god and a snake, two monsters with the power to move mountains and overturn seas with a mere gesture, were engaged in a fierce battle.

Whether it be the sea, the land, or the sky... all can only tremble before them, powerless to bear the heavy damage that their fierce battles inflicted on the world.

The ocean, controlled by the old sea god Egil, was the main battlefield where the two monsters fought fiercely. One after another, the underwater mountains were shattered into dust, and patches of ocean evaporated into air. Turbulent stars fell from the sky into the sea, igniting an inextinguishable flame on the sea, causing countless marine creatures to perish and die.

However, the old sea god showed no anger on his face, but instead murmured with pleasure.

"Let's fight... let's fight! It would be best if we both were severely injured..."

The ancient sea god, who has existed since the beginning of the world, is by no means Odin's loyal servant. He controls the entire endless deep sea and has always been feared by Odin. Although he was accepted into the twelve leaders of the Aesir, it was only because Odin extended an olive branch to him. His attitude towards Odin has always been lukewarm, neither distant nor close.

But deep down, he always harbored an ambition...

By driving the Arthurians out of their exclusive territory, the ocean, no other gods need to intervene.

Whether it's Jormungandr, who dwells in the deep sea, or Thor, whom he fears, they are both thorns in his side, something he wants to get rid of as soon as possible.

……

"Roar!!!!!"

The enraged serpent roared, its massive tail rising high from the distant ocean, then slamming down onto the vast, boundless land with a deafening roar.

In an instant, the mountains shook and the earth trembled. Thor narrowly escaped this deadly attack, but where the serpent's tail crashed down, countless mountains and trees were instantly reduced to dust, and countless countries were destroyed. The seawater also poured into the deeply sunken land, forming a huge strait that split the entire land in two.

From then on, humanity could only look at each other across the sea, separated by this huge strait.

But the destruction caused by the fierce battle between the two monsters went far beyond that.

In the sky, the moon, which was fleeing in panic, was nearly smashed to pieces by the giant snake, leaving only a crescent moon struggling to hold on, and dared not show itself again; most of the bright stars in the sky fell into the sea, and from then on could only become underwater volcanoes.

The venom spewed by the serpent in its rage directly corroded large areas of land, turning them into swamps; the scales that Thor plucked from the serpent also transformed into mountains and hills.

The filthy blood flowed into lakes and swamps, where it spawned countless venomous snakes and small snakes, as well as numerous deadly poisonous plants. In the future, they will all worship Jormungandr as their ancestor, and the flesh and blood torn from the great snakes will transform into ferocious beasts in the rivers and lakes to devour human flesh and blood.

And this is only a small part of the impact on the world during their fierce battle; the rest is far more extensive and immeasurable.

From geography to astronomy, the entire world has been transformed in countless ways. If this were not a world where gods have manifested, the destruction would have been even greater.

At this moment, the serpent's body was covered in blood and wounds. Although these wounds were not large compared to its enormous size, they were more like the bumps on a human's head from mosquito bites. What truly angered the serpent was that it could not pose any fatal threat to Thor.

Thor's combat experience was far beyond what this inexperienced serpent could handle. Thor could easily dodge any move Thor made, while Thor could hardly avoid its attacks and could only passively take hits.

Although Orochi didn't think these minor injuries would defeat him, in his view, as long as the stalemate continued, he wouldn't need to hit too many times; four or five hits would be enough to shatter the Thor's bones. Orochi remained quite confident of victory.

However, this does not negate the fact that he was already somewhat impatient with the fierce battle.

"call……"

Two violent gusts of wind spewed from the serpent's nostrils. It stared at Thor, who was panting heavily not far in front of it. Thor was in no good condition, covered in blood, but the fanaticism and excitement in his eyes made the serpent feel very troubled.

The warhammer in his hand also made the serpent quite wary. If it didn't hit a vital spot, the warhammer wouldn't pose a particularly fatal threat to the serpent, but if it did...

"Should we retreat temporarily...?"

The giant serpent was pondering a question.

(End of this chapter)