Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 229 A World in Civil War

Under the peaceful space barrier, I suddenly found myself in a world of endless yellow sand, which made me feel a little uncomfortable.

The world barrier could be attacked by chaos stones at any moment. If local residents looked carefully, they could indeed see flashes of light flickering in the deepest reaches of the sky.

But in the eyes of ordinary people, this is no different from the wind and thunder in the sky.

In the eyes of extraordinary people or gods, this is like a meteor shower from the sky, extremely ominous.

but……

The world is big.

God can indeed observe every corner of the world, but God does not observe every corner all the time.

A ball of crimson light that was invisible to mortals fell from the sky, crashed to the ground, and blasted a huge circular sand pit on the ground.

Cu Chulainn, dressed in a tight warrior suit, jumped out from the bottom of the sand pit and instinctively covered his face with his left hand to prevent the flying sand from hurting his eyes.

"Damn it! I can feel the world suppressing me. 30%? No! My strength has dropped by at least 40%, and there will be no divine power replenishment." Cu Chulainn hesitated: "But it was Gilgamesh who helped me just now? He is here too? My Majesty the God King is really willing to let the prince rush to the front line..."

Looking around, as a former hero who returned from the Shadow Kingdom, Cu Chulainn could easily distinguish the hidden souls floating in the atmosphere, not to mention that he was the leader of this infiltration plan.

"Hopefully they can all find a suitable body to possess."

On the other side, in a magnificent palace, sad sobbing sounds were faintly heard.

From time to time, slaves were nervously coming in and out of the palace, shuttling around everywhere.

The doctors were sweating profusely as they tried to save a noble man who was dressed in gorgeous clothes and covered in blood, but they could do nothing as they watched in despair as his breathing became weaker and weaker.

They were extremely frightened, and almost every muscle in their bodies was trembling. If they could not save this noble man, they would most likely be buried with him.

At this moment, for no apparent reason, the nobleman's breathing suddenly became smooth, and the wounds on his body healed miraculously quickly.

"Ah! Alive?" the doctors exclaimed in surprise.

However, he had never expected that the nobleman lying on the hospital bed would have a drastic change in appearance in just a few seconds - from the darker skin at first to an unusually fair complexion. His noble black curly hair also changed from black to brilliant gold in a few breaths.

When a doctor trembled with fear and tried to touch this noble man, a loud shout was heard.

"Bastard! Don't touch me with your dirty hands—"

The next moment, a brilliant golden copper scimitar appeared out of thin air and quickly cut the doctors into pieces, which exploded and scattered.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo..." Gilgamesh sat up, sweating profusely, and stared at the corpses on the ground, stunned for a moment. Then, he controlled his body and turned back to his original skin, white with a hint of brown, and his hair turned black.

The incident in the medical room alarmed the guards outside. When they rushed in, they were surprised to see that their pharaoh was surrounded by corpses.

"Your Majesty the Great Amenhotep, what happened here?" The captain of the guards asked the Pharaoh who had sat up again in surprise.

How smart is Gilgamesh when he temporarily plays the role of Pharaoh?

He immediately realized that his soul had taken over a noble body. He quickly browsed through the victim's memory and spoke the pure local language.

"The great God of Death weighed my merits and allowed me to have a second life. And these foolish fellows dared to desecrate my body, and I bestowed upon them destruction—" Gilgamesh took on his new role very smoothly.

"Your Majesty, your recovery is a blessing for all people."

Meanwhile, Cuchulainn was in great danger. He was...out of water and food.

This time he sneaked in with his real body.

The current Cu Chulainn is like the earliest Aesir, with a certain amount of divine power, but most of it still depends on his own body.

This resulted in him being like the sixth and seventh generations of non-elemental Anunnaki gods, who would die if they starved for seven days.

Firstly, Cu Chulainn was unfamiliar with the place, and secondly, he was born in the Celtic world with dense forests and had never seen a desert.

If he had not wandered in the sand dunes for three days and finally encountered a group of people, he felt that he would most likely have overturned and the great Jinlunjia God would have died of thirst in the desert.

After encountering mirages twice, Cu Chulainn no longer believed in the oasis he saw.

Almost driven by his hunting instinct, he moved like a wisp of smoke, quickly passing over the soft sand dunes and heading straight towards the camel caravan.

There were quite a few people in this team, mostly mortals, and Cu Chulainn was very confident that as long as he killed the showy leader sitting on the giant sedan chair, he could defeat this army and survive.

close!

Closer!
He was so agile that in the darkness, he was able to use his agile body to the fullest extent. He flew forward, and his whereabouts were not discovered until he jumped over two camel riders.

Humph! It's too late!
His [Piercing Death Thorn Spear] had already thrust out. He was sure that unless the opponent had extremely high divinity or luck, there was no way he could escape this attack that pierced through the heart.

However, just when he was about to succeed, he was shocked to find that he recognized the other person's face.

To be precise, he recognized the face of the nouveau riche who was so arrogant and conceited, as if the whole world was a bug under his feet.

"Gilge..."

[Shut up! Cu Chulainn, put away your gun and come here obediently!] The divine voice that suddenly penetrated Cu Chulainn's spiritual sea stunned him.

At the last moment, he still put away his gun and used his limited divine power to reply: [Wait! How come you haven't been weakened by the laws of the world? ]

[Do you think I'm a fool like you? ]

Cu Chulainn's facial muscles twitched wildly. If it were any other guy, he would have sprayed back on the spot.

Gilgamesh is the eldest son of the King of Gods!
Even if he is the youngest child, he is not someone a god like him can mess with.

"Greetings...Your Majesty!" Cu Chulainn put away his gun, jumped to the side of the other's sedan chair, and knelt on one knee.

His appearance frightened Gilgamesh's guards, who drew their bronze scimitars and muttered something.

"Back off! He's my spy!" Gilgamesh's scolding made the guards quiet down. Although they didn't know when their pharaoh had this strange-looking subordinate, they still decisively chose to obey.

On the sedan chair, he waved to Cu Chulainn: "Come over and report!"

Cu Chulainn did as he was told, and on the surface he leaned over and whispered something in his ear, but in reality he used the divine voice to say: [What happened here?]

[I don't know. My soul came here and attached itself directly to this pharaoh who should be the king. But I have obtained quite a lot of information.]

[Tell me. 】

【This world seems to be in a civil war. 】

(End of this chapter)