Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 321 The Indian God Who Likes to Take Advantage

Ah, it's Angela Newman...

That's fine.

Towns fully understood what Angela, known as "the evil of this world," was going to do.

Legend has it that all of Greece's Pandora's Boxes combined aren't even half as evil as this thing. At least Pandora's Box contained at least some hope at the end! Angela is utterly devoid of anything good.

Despicable, shameless, vile, and filthy... it wouldn't be an exaggeration to use every derogatory term in the world to describe this guy.

Hela asked curiously, "Your Majesty, is there anything special about this Angra?"

"Yes, he is the most vicious evil god in this chaotic universe, probably without exception."

"what?"

No deity knows where Downs' information comes from. Since Downs has the divine authority of "prophecy," it is not surprising that he knows any outrageous or extra information.

Downs glanced at the Sumerian and Akkadian gods with a detached look, making them feel uneasy and inexplicably like they had been caught in the crossfire.

Isn't it?

Angra Newman belongs to the Persian pantheon. Chronologically, he is later than the Sumerian and Akkadian pantheons, but the key difference lies in the fact that they all traverse the same land.

Fortunately, they didn't know. If they had, they would have immediately distanced themselves from Angela.

Towns turned and glanced at Loki, who broke out in a cold sweat from fright.

Loki chuckled dryly, "Your Majesty, that look of yours is giving me the creeps!"

Loki only dared to make such jokes because he was close to Towns and they were even related. If it were another god, he wouldn't dare to do that.

"No, I just think that compared to him, you are practically a saint."

Loki: "..."

Is Your Majesty praising me or insulting me?
Anyway, seeing Towns' conflicted expression, the gods' reactions were quite subtle.

It's not Towns' fault, because he's already imagined a huge action drama called "Island Japan".

He can't say out loud that this is a very likely possibility; it would be too despicable.

"Sigh!" Downs sighed. "This is yet another open conspiracy. This time, the Jinlunga world has no choice but to accelerate its progress."

"Your Majesty, what has happened?" Enki asked.

“I suspect that Angra Newman will use a despicable method to destroy both the Japanese and Indian pantheons on both sides of the conflict,” Downs said briefly, describing the future he 'peeked' at from his throne.

"Ah?!" The gods couldn't help but stir.

The gods' first reaction was disbelief.

Frey: "How could the mighty King of Fusang be so unwise as to summon and trust such a creature from the Chaos Realm?"

Enki sighed, "Not every god-king is named Downs Paulson!"

Most of the gods have been through several divine wars. Brill, Enlil, Set… after thinking about it, it all makes sense, especially since the ruler of Fusang is a female god-king.

Lacking sufficient credibility, the gods couldn't actually come up with anything.

Towns made the final decision at this point.

"Stop arguing, everyone. The beings that returned from chaos are fine to use a little. But if we release them all, it will be the end of order. We can ignore the outcome of the battle between the Triad God and the Three Noble Sons, but we absolutely cannot let Angra win! Let's beat all the things that came out of chaos back!"

"Yes—" the gods responded in unison.

With a single imperial decree, the already organized troops were reorganized once again...

On the other side, in the world of Malea, gray-white cracks meandered across the dark purple sky, like the edges of paper torn by a child.

Without the protection of the sky god of this world, the light of the sun and moon turned into mottled shadows, making it impossible for the earth to distinguish between day and night.

The scattered rays of sunlight cast by the sky turned the scorched earth into festering sores.

Susanoo and his men arrived at the ruins of a seaside town. Stepping on the sticky, glassy ground, they saw that the bluestone slabs, melted by the high temperature, still retained the ripples from the explosion, like countless frozen, terrified faces.

Glancing into the distance, the sea had vanished, leaving only half a dugout canoe leaning precariously in the cracked riverbed, a tattered fishing net still tangled at its bow, emitting a deathly wail in the chaotic, malevolent wind. The once bustling wooden dock was now a mangled mess, with only two pillars jutting out towards the sky, dark green sap seeping from their cracks, rising in plumes of corrosive white smoke as they dripped.

This is a world on the verge of destruction after its supreme god was killed.

The Fusang pantheon failed to protect these subordinate pantheons, and naturally could not prevent the destruction of the subordinate worlds.

Since the main world of Fusang still existed, the Hindu gods, after defeating the Malea gods, did not have time to complete the final conquest and seize everything here.

The whole world was shattered and became worthless for a short period of time, so a buffer zone was created.

As Susanoo looked at the scene before him, the fire of ignorance within him burned even more fiercely.

"God, please go back quickly. At least inform Amaterasu Omikami and Tsukuyomi!" Susanoo's subordinates pleaded.

"No! I want Shiva to tell me clearly himself. Is it really him?" Susanoo was originally a willful and reckless person, but his achievement of slaying Yamata no Orochi made the gods and mortals look at him with more respect.

The country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change.

His rude and reckless personality meant he was destined to be unpopular.

Just then, the divine servants and demons who had followed Susanoo noticed the strange change in the sky not far ahead. They raised their heads stiffly and watched as a cloud of flames appeared, and then a vast number of enormous phantoms quickly emerged from the rolling flames.

Those were a large number of Hindu deities, both in their physical forms and incarnations.

These colossal gods, some several stories high and radiating terrifying divine power, are leading their minions as they emerge from the void.

More of Shiva's minions appeared on the plains beneath their feet: yakshas, ​​ghouls, churi, and all sorts of other monsters.

This army of monsters is also a characteristic of Shiva.

Susanoo is very familiar with Shiva.

Beside Shiva, a colossal phantom riding a golden bird, with four arms holding a wheel, a conch shell, a club, and a bow, appeared amidst the fiery storm swirling around Shiva.

He had never seen this Susanoo before, but the two worlds had been at war for a long time, which did not prevent him from knowing from the prisoners' confessions that this was Vishnu, one of the three principal deities of Hinduism.

The appearance of the two Triads, even though one of them only sent an avatar, still caused a stir among Susanoo's subordinates on the battlefield.

They nervously raised their heads to stare at the uninvited guest who had suddenly appeared in mid-air.

Interestingly, the demons and monsters on the Indian side also look up to Vishnu.

The Fusang faction had expected Indian demons and monsters under Vishnu's command to attack, but they did not.

Vishnu, this mighty and radiant deity, immediately declared: "Susanoo, whether you believe it or not, Shiva did not abduct your beloved. We disdain to do so!"

Susanoo was speechless, then, in a moment of madness, asked, "If you didn't do it, why did you accept my challenge?"

Vishnu uttered an ancient Indian phrase.

Most deities possess the ability to understand languages.

A more palatable translation would be, "If you want war, then I'll fight!" A more vulgar one would be, "You've already stubbornly come here to deliver yourself to the enemy; it would be foolish of me not to take advantage of this."

The battlefield fell silent for a moment.

(End of this chapter)