Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 325 Who is the oriole?

Those gods who returned from chaos clearly came from different pantheons, and those with the same origin were obviously not many.

This world made them feel uneasy. On the surface, it was already a land of order, so why did it seem to be surrounded by a layer of chaotic spatial barrier?

Unfamiliar faces, fragmented memories, and various circumstances meant they couldn't work together as a team. On the other hand, Odin was backed by many powerful gods. Unbeknownst to them, the initiative had been handed over to the mysterious god Odin.

Just then, a god who had just been resurrected from chaos asked, "Odin, is it? You saved us so that we would serve you? What if we refuse?"

The deity stood up, raised his arm, and gave a shout, seemingly poised to coerce the other resurrected gods into joining him.

To his surprise, the next response he received was a divine spear blazing with fury.

"Den-"

The strange, double-pronged gun barrel actually combines the powers of order and chaos, and the two spearheads have different properties.

How to prevent this?
There's no way to defend against it!

The man was instantly pierced through the chest of the divine body and nailed to death. Not only that, the gun barrel continued to tremble, as if venting its owner's anger.

"Gentlemen, don't get me wrong, I didn't pull you trash out of the Chaos Abyss because I'm kind! I only accept loyalty, not arguments. Of course, don't say I've gone too far. If you're not willing to pay the price of loyalty..." Odin, suspended upside down in mid-air, raised his index finger toward the 'ground' where Chaos was located: "Then go back to your Chaos lair."

This is already Odin's greatest act of kindness!

In the end, apart from the unknown deity who was killed at the beginning, the remaining twenty-odd deities all swore allegiance to Odin.

After Odin finished addressing the newly allied gods, Apche, the god of death, approached and said, "Your Majesty, are these gods enough for us?"

Odin glared at Apuch: "Otherwise what? You haven't forgotten that the world of Kinlunga hasn't even entered yet, have you? No one in this world knows Downs Paulson better than me. That hypocrite is definitely hiding in the shadows, only to strike at the most crucial moment and reap the rewards of victory."

"Then let's..."

"Let's attack the Hindu pantheon!"

"Ah? This..."

"Without our command, no amount of Chaos Demons and Resurrected Ones can do anything to those Indian gods. They will be wiped out in three months at most."

“But we won’t benefit from confronting the Indian pantheon, even the one that was terribly harmed by Angra Newman!”

"Don't worry, Downs will send his men to distract the Hindu gods from the front."

After dismissing Apche, Odin returned to his so-called palace of the gods, which was still quite magnificent but small in size, like a country villa, and immediately felt depressed.

When there was no one else around, Odin spat fiercely: "My damned brother! Everything is still within your expectations, isn't it? Since you can't bear to destroy me, but you still want to force me to be your vanguard, then it's not too much for me to take some subordinates and take over a small world as my territory, is it?"

Odin was never an idiot.

If Odin in the Celtic world had not yet awakened, then in the Mayan world, he had completely realized that his scoundrel brother was a hypocrite at the level of a god-king, unwilling to bear the infamy of patricide and unwilling to let Odin have an easy time. He kept capturing and releasing him, like a monkey being played, just to make him a pawn to scout ahead, and then come back to reap the rewards.

It wasn't enough for Odin to simply assemble a group of gods strong enough to rival the Aesir; he also needed his own Great World, one that, even if it couldn't rival the King's, was at least large enough to make the King's World wary.

It's not that easy!

Odin discovered Angra Newman's schemes early on. Taking advantage of Angra's troublemaking, Odin, using his familiarity with chaos, used a salvaged world ruin and considerable divine power to construct a temporary space of order. He then intercepted these redeemed chaos gods, all in an attempt to turn the tables. Next, Odin needed to find a way to survive in the cracks and seize opportunities to steal a few smaller worlds.

"You damned brother, I've done the dirty work for you this time, will you let me off the hook?" This was Odin's final test. He was indeed a true tyrant. However, his repeated struggles only resulted in his brother destroying his cause time and again, yet he was unwilling to completely destroy him.

Having completely lost all hope, Odin wondered if he would one day give up.

Anyway, Towns won't completely destroy my soul, so I might as well surrender, right?

With this understanding as a lower limit, Odin could certainly do even more ruthless things, but on the other hand, his frustration grew day by day.

No one knew better than him how powerful Kinlunga, with a total of 16 worlds and over a hundred gods, would be.

Odin himself realized that his spirit was being worn down...

On the other hand, the great retreat of the Indian and Fusang pantheons continues.

But then a strange thing happened.

Just when the two pantheons thought that turning the entire world of Malea into a monstrous, agonizing millstone was Angra Newman's limit, they realized that they had underestimated this extremely evil god.

In a hidden space deep within the earth, Angela continued casting her spell.

"Jump! Jump! Dance like a clown! Foolish fellow!" The light from the magic circle beneath his feet intensified.

This is no longer a simple spatial anomaly.

Because these techniques involve the transformation between order and chaos.

The whole world is an unfair scale, sending in a large number of orderly souls in exchange for the redemption of the still rational Chaos Demons and Chaos Gods.

This is also a mirror, reflecting the two sides of this chaotic universe.

One side of the mirror represents order, while the other side represents chaos.

But which god would dare to guarantee that their divine power, which originated from chaos, truly contained not even a trace of chaos?
"Arise! Arise! Evil within you! Darkness within you! Chaos within your souls—"

An invisible and formless, boundless spiritual power impacted every deity in the world of Malea. At first, Vishnu and the others did not feel it, but soon they realized something was wrong.

“Rama?!” Vishnu was stunned.

In the Mahabharata, when Vishnu descended to earth, he split his body into two parts. The stronger part became Krishna, and the weaker part became Rama.

At this moment, he was shocked to discover that the incarnation of Rama had uncontrollably left his soul and gradually became an independent entity.

That was because the other party used an entire world as a bargaining chip to forcefully drag his clone into chaos.

Not only him, but Brahma and Shiva next to him were also implicated in a similar way.

Japan is easier to deal with.

When Angela briefly showed Susanoo the location of his wife, Kushinada-hime, the reckless sea god lost control once again.

(End of this chapter)