Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 162: The Defeat of the Tuatha de Danann
If Towns brutally occupied and assimilated the Celtic world, it would not be impossible, but it would still be the same problem - cause and effect!
As a time traveler, his vision is bound to be higher than that of the foolish Aesir gods.

Since there is a Celtic world, does that mean that there are other pantheons and worlds on the other side of the void and chaotic sea?

If the distances between the worlds in this chaotic universe are similar to those of Europe on Earth, then Downs might have to face the Sumerian pantheon, the ancient Roman pantheon, the Greek pantheon, the Egyptian pantheon, and even the 72 demons of Solomon might exist in this chaotic universe.

Looking further ahead, if Towns wants to conquer the Celtic world, he should not engage in excessive killing.

This is why until now, Towns still pretends to respect the will of the Celtic world.

There is not so much justice in this barbaric world.

Some are just benefits!

What to do to best serve the interests of the Jinlunga world and the Aesir is Downs’ top priority.

Towns and his subordinates continued to turn their attention to the Celtic 'Emerald Isle'. In fact, this tiny place is similar to Ireland on Earth.

If you don't have to participate in the battle yourself, it's actually quite exciting to watch other people fight as a spectator.

In the field of vision, the coastline of the west and south of the Emerald Island is jagged and undulating, and many of them are natural harbors. In addition, due to the high mountains in the north and south of the entire Emerald Island, there is only a plain in the middle, which means that the battlefield was destined to be chosen early.

Nowhere else could a battlefield be so large for the Chaos Giants to deploy their forces.

Coincidentally, the 'Great Wall' built by the Tuatha de Danann was also here, running from north to south.

It must be admitted that Bryce is not completely useless. If his city walls are well built, they can indeed significantly reduce the advantages of the Chaos Giants.

Unfortunately, his methods were too rough. If he could use relatively gentle means to appease the Tuatha de Danu to continue building the city, and coax the Fomorian giants with tribute, and then turn against them when the city wall was built, he might really be able to succeed.

I can only say it's a bit of a pity.

However, it is definitely a blessing for the Aesir that their opponent has a stupid God King. Towns doesn't mind that all his opponents are like this.

Two large armies are setting up their battle lines on this land, about to engage in a life-and-death battle.

It must be admitted that the city wall of the Tuatha de Danann was still somewhat useful. The ten-meter-high wall allowed a considerable number of mortal gods to stand on it holding longbows of exaggerated size.

The really fierce battle was bound to break out in the southern part of the plain where there was no protection from city walls.

Here, there is a huge gap five kilometers long.

The Tuatha de Danann had to deploy their main forces here.

The summoners among them summoned a lot of stone men and giant tree men to serve as meat shields in front of the battle line. The middle row was the Tuatha de Danu, led by [Silver Hand] Nuada, and a group of mortal gods formed a fairly solid battle line.

The small hills in the back row were filled with mages and longbowmen.

The Fomorian giants, whose bodies were surrounded by water balls and had various strange mutations, began to attack. They roared loudly and formed an attack line like a wave, rushing towards the Tuatha de Danann.

Their roars and the incantations of the Tuatha de Danann washed over the eardrums of everyone on the battlefield.

The magical attacks of the Protoss mages, combined with the concentrated shooting of the great archers, effectively weakened the giant rushing in the front.

These poorly equipped deep-sea giants would die if they were shot in the vitals by longbows.

The arrows, which were as long as a human arm, could definitely cause damage to the giants. However, the long-range firepower coverage was not enough to break the battle line of the Fomor giants.

Soon the melee forces of both sides collided fiercely.

Because the size difference between the two sides was too great, it was difficult for the Tuatha de Danann to form a complete battle line. After a brief impact, a melee immediately ensued.

The warriors of both sides crowded together, the giants' rough clubs and the Tuatha de Danann's light and sharp weapons filling all the space around their bodies.

Looking down from the sky, they were like two different groups of army ants, fighting madly and devouring each other's lives with weapons and magic.

The Tuatha de Danann had a considerable force, and normally, they had an advantage as they were at home. After all, with the barrier of some city walls, they could compress the Chaos Giants into a relatively small battlefield, allowing their back-row attackers to harvest lives at ease.

There is no way to resist, because there is a bug-like existence on the opposite side—the Deep Sea Giant Chieftain [Evil Eye] Balor!

This guy is a real Cyclops, and his height is close to the average height of the Frost Giants in the Jinlunga world.

The key point is that on his big head, there is an eye of quite exaggerated size, as big as a carriage.

What was a little funny was that there was a saddle-like thing behind him, with five humans clinging to it. These five human slaves were pulling at the chains connected to his huge eyelids.

"One, two, three, pull—"

They shouted slogans, and when they finally pulled up Balor's eyelids, a thick scarlet light cannon shot out from Balor's evil eye.

This scene looked like a laser cannon firing.

Thanks to his height, Balor was able to leap over his giant subordinates and attack the front line of the Danu tribe without any hindrance.

In fact, when he approached, there were gods Tutankhamun attacking him, but they were all resisted by his thick skin and tough muscles.

This attack from the evil eye light cannon hit Nuada right in the middle.

The silver divine shield rising from his body just lit up for a moment, like a balloon hit by flames, instantly emitting a bright light, and then flashed and exploded.

He instinctively raised his silver hand, but could only watch his silver arm quickly melt in the opponent's hot light cannon.

"Ahhh-"

Nuada was actually quite lucky as he flew backwards screaming. The soldiers on his left and right were all turned into charcoal and disappeared on the spot.

Nuada was completely unable to resist the attack of the evil eye, and was blown away, even knocking over several rows of soldiers behind him. His body fell miserably on the ground countless times, and finally he plowed the ground for a long distance before he came to a stop.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" Beowulf rushed over and hugged Nuada, who was only left with the upper body, and couldn't help but shed tears.

Nuada said with a sad face: "I, I'm sorry, everyone. I can't win. Let's retreat!"

After that, he handed the horn hanging on his back to Beowulf.

“Woo—woo—”

The sound of the horn, blown in a unique rhythm, represents retreat.

(End of this chapter)