Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 323 The mantis stalks the cicada
"Hahaha! Kill each other! Lose yourselves in hatred! Fall into the abyss in the end—" Angela Newman watched this grand drama from a safe place, like an elegant conductor.

On the surface, he remained a loyal subject of Japan, fighting on the front lines of the battlefield.

Only he himself knew that it was nothing more than a worthless clone of himself.

Other deities create clones by injecting a large amount of their divine power and fragments of their soul.

His clone wasn't actually his.

He simply used a kind of illusion magic to put the skin of an unlucky guy under his control onto that guy, making it seem like he was really keeping his promise and fighting.

"Hahaha! Foolish Hindu gods, even more foolish Fusang gods. You think you can control me? You insects hiding in your warm, comfortable, and orderly world have no idea what the true laws of this star field are?"

At this moment, Angela Newman's divine body suddenly burst open with multiple wounds all over its body, and all the internal organs turned into a large blob of black ink, leaving only the frame of the divine body.

Dark purple chaotic runes suddenly shone beneath his feet, like scabs scorching through the void. His withered fingers suddenly grew longer than his thighs, their tips branching into countless forks that dug into the edge of the magic array. Beads of blood seeping from between his fingers abruptly transformed into ethereal forms, traversing the earth beneath his feet, breaking through the edge of this abandoned world, and plunging straight into the deepest part of this star field.

Meanwhile, around the magic circle, a group of expressionless Japanese witches, Indian monks, and various offerings brought by Angra were slitting their own throats in different ways.

However, what gushed from their wounds was not blood, but some kind of chaotic smell mixed with sulfur.

As the core offering, Princess Kushinada felt tears welling up from the cracks in her eyes, along with a strange stinging sensation that crept up her spine. She listened to the grinding of her back teeth and, to her utter bewilderment, noticed her throat rapidly secreting mucus.

This made her feel short of breath.

A beam of dark red light extended from the magic circle and enveloped her.

She involuntarily began to murmur a language she had never learned before, the syllables scalding the surface of her vocal cords. The hem of her gorgeous dress moved without wind, revealing her ankles, which had been soaked and festering by chaotic power at some unknown time—chaotic power was still spreading, climbing up her calves with vine-like veins, and finally extending all the way to her lower abdomen.

She was pregnant with her child with Susanoo there.

This is the evil of Angela Newman!

As a subordinate world of Fusang, only those with the bloodline of the true Fusang gods can obtain supreme control over the world of Malea.

This is a rule that San Guizi had previously established.

Unfortunately, the fact that the Marian gods were defeated and abandoned their world, with their core deities and followers retreating to the Fusang world, was overlooked by the Three Noble Sons.

With the half-baked divine power that Angra Newman possessed after his resurrection, he would never have been able to activate this sacrificial ritual.

By inducing India and Japan to fight in this area, the massive amount of soul fragments provided by the fallen became the most important spatial bargaining chip.

"Hoo hoo! Ha ha! Ha ha ha! The Chaos Demons you all rejected are my best servants—"

From the depths of the land of Maleya, a soft tearing sound first rang out. At first, it was very faint, but gradually, both sides in the ground battle heard a sound similar to tearing oil-soaked cowhide.

Up to this point, the anomaly had not attracted the attention of either side, until the sound grew louder and louder, coming not only from the earth but also from the chaotic and unclear sky.

The entire space emitted a muffled sound like the churning of intestines!

It was as if some colossal beast, roughly the size of a small world, was swallowing its saliva, preparing to digest the food in its stomach. The dull, viscous sound, like churning asphalt, sent chills down the spines of both sides' gods and their minions.

"What is this?" Susanoo exclaimed.

Amaterasu's pupils contracted to the size of pinpoints, and she decisively ordered: "Retreat—"

withdraw?
Is it that easy?

Angela Newman had been playing the innocent child for so long, traversing various battlefields, capturing or killing key figures, and switching them out in various ways, all for this day.

In this world, all spatial abilities are severely suppressed.

Only the very top few deities still have the ability to tear through the suddenly increased Chaos Barrier, allowing themselves and their direct subordinates to escape.

But how many men could be saved through those few small openings?
This is a drop in the ocean compared to the millions of demons; it's utterly ineffective.

"Hahaha! Come forth—resurrect—my army of servants—"

As Angela Newman uttered a grand soul call, all the chaotic demons within this chaotic star field—whether they were unable to cross the soul barrier to reach the Yellow Springs, were rejected by Yama, the ruler of Indian hell, from the world's soul cycle, or were those still rational chaotic demons outside the soul barrier of Kinlunga Helheim—responded to his voice.

The ancient and chaotic cry sent shivers down the spines of every being in India and Japan.

what happened?
Every being wants to know the answer to this question.

Only Downs, seated on the throne of the God-King in the Silver Palace, had a slight idea of ​​what was going on.

"Whoosh! In an interstellar prison called Chaos, all prisoners have suddenly been granted amnesty."

What a terrible analogy!

A terrible metaphor!

However, Hela, Ereshkigal, Scáthach, and other Shinigami knew very well that what their God-King said was most likely true.

No one knows how many of the ancient gods or superhumans who followed the destruction of the world into chaos could truly retain their sanity, or how many would continue to commit atrocities and kill indiscriminately after returning to the mortal world.

This kind of unselective amnesty is itself the greatest disruption to the orderly world!
Almost simultaneously, in both the Indian and Japanese worlds, tens of thousands of spatial portals of varying sizes suddenly opened, and countless former Chaos Demons rushed in.

Even if most of them are 'reordered' the moment they enter the world, becoming life forms of the order, this does not mean that their reason and mind are sound.

Some people raised their butcher knives high, some burned, killed, and looted, and some, even if they looked human, were not human in reality.

To the Indians and Fusang, these strange-looking creatures were no different from man-eating demons. What terrified them most was that their cries for help went unanswered. This was because the core deities of both worlds had been tricked into participating in the final battle in the Malea world, leaving behind only a bunch of minor, second- or third-tier gods.

In the end, many of the mortals who were killed actually transformed into chaotic demonic entities, which sank into the depths of the earth, eventually passing through the world barrier and falling into the deepest part of this chaotic star field.

This is the redemption of the Chaos Demon! And also the fall of humankind!
(End of this chapter)