Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 327 I'm happy!
The Jinlunga world was so vast that its commotion was even greater, causing the two major world clusters of India and Fusang to scatter like frightened lambs—of course, this was actually an illusion. It was simply that when the Jinlunga rushed over at high speed, a large amount of chaotic energy surged forth like waves being pushed aside, even affecting the relative stability of these 'small worlds' in this star field.

Such a large-scale operation was immediately noticed by Odin, who was busy stealing chickens and dogs in the Indian suburbs.

"Damn it! I knew it! I knew this would happen!" Odin cursed wildly, losing his temper.

His direct subordinate gods, such as Death God Apche, looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

Should we say that Odin, the leader, understands Towns too well? Or is it that Odin's orders are too accurate?
It's hard to say.

One thing is certain: their branch of the exiled Mayan pantheon cannot confront Kinlunga head-on.

Despite his scathing remarks, Odin's ability to act remained formidable.

"What are you waiting for? Proceed according to plan! Quickly stuff all the captured people and unfortunate souls into the target world! Once Jinlunga leaves the Malea world, we must run immediately."

"Yes, Your Majesty—"

This is how small groups survive. They can't fight back, they can't afford to offend others, and they can't kneel down, so they can only find ways to survive in the cracks.

An armed group composed of more than forty deities—regardless of their actual divine power—is still incredibly powerful, especially given that the Triad God has not yet returned.

Especially since Odin, as a counterfeit god-king, can arbitrarily set his own divine duties, and given his talent in areas such as [sky], [death], [kingship], and [ice], he recklessly expands his divine domain. In any case, when he takes the field, the second- or third-tier gods on the opposing side will never be able to defeat him in the battle of domains.

With the presence of the Trinity, the various deities of the Indian world are in a classic phase of fighting their own battles, and they pretend not to see these bandits unless they rob them on their own territory.

This appeasement policy brought great benefits to the Odin Group. They spared no expense in using their divine power. Odin and other core gods forcibly seized the elements of earth, water, fire, and wind from the Indian world, while the new gods who had just returned to the side of order were responsible for doing the work, specifically robbing mortals.

The high-caste Kshatriyas and Brahmins were all killed, leaving only the low-caste Vaishyas (mainly merchants) as the management, who governed the largest number of Shudras (mostly conquered natives).

While nervously stealing chickens in the vast Indian world, Odin anxiously projected his divine vision across space to the world of Kinlunga, which was now engaged in fierce battle.

"My damn brother! You better drag this out a bit longer this time!"

Odin chose the wrong person.

The ones who really need to stall for time are not Towns, but the three warring parties in the Malea plane.

The three noble children of Fusang are the most conflicted. Susanoo's rampage has once again plunged Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi into a state of being caught between two difficult choices.

Saving them is one problem, not saving them is another.

Now that we're facing the risk of total annihilation, we can't worry about many other things.

The two siblings exchanged a glance and decisively sent their clones to assist Susanoo.

It's not that they're heartless, but if their main body doesn't leave, most of them, along with all their subordinates, will be unable to leave.

They will weigh the risks themselves: losing a core god or the entire pantheon.

In a sense, they were also lucky, as the absence of one of the three noble sons greatly reduced the priority of the Fusang pantheon being attacked.

Downs glanced at it and immediately ordered: "Prioritize attacking the Indian gods."

A simple command became the most merciless judgment.

"Crackling!" The roots of the World Tree, which seem to grow endlessly, are just like an octopus peeling open a crab's shell to taste its delicious meat. These plant roots, which are measured in kilometers, are a nightmare for most small units.

Can fly?

Even being able to fly is useless. When the attack area is ridiculously large enough, even flying demons cannot escape this kind of attack, whose range can easily reach tens of thousands of square meters even with just a single branch.

"Oh!"

A root pierced through the distorted world barrier of Malea and, upon reaching its interior, immediately sent four-figure numbers of Indian demons and divine servants into the underworld, specifically Helheim.

The eerie blue ghost fire spread into this world as the roots grew wildly.

Under the overwhelming, raging power of death emanating from the three death gods, led by Hela, the hundreds of square kilometers of land centered on the Root Entrance were transformed into the territory of Helheim at a visible speed.

The sky was now just a pale gray, and the earth's original magma had rapidly cooled, becoming utterly still.

This is an outrageous act!

This is an independent world! A world even corrupted by chaos! To instantly erode such a world with the domain of death, transforming it into the [Curtain of the Dead] and the [Land of the Underworld], would require an immense amount of divine power of death. In Japan, they would probably have to drain the entire Yomotsu Hirasaka to achieve that.

But Hela did it!

Her long, jet-black hair danced wildly as the deathly power surged behind her.

She spread her arms wide, looking down with a magnanimous air as she brought everything within her sight under her rule.

She didn't speak, but the charming upturn of her lips told onlookers that she was smiling.

From this moment on, the souls of any being who dies in this world will fall into the hands of the three gods of death, Jinlunga.

Correct!
It does not belong to India, nor to Chaos, nor to its native land; it belongs only to Helheim.

This action caused the expressions of the Indian deities to change drastically.

"Are you insane! To invest so much divine power into this destroyed world?!" Agni, the god of fire and lightning, exclaimed.

Hela's eyes lit up, her expression a half-smile: "I'm happy!"

"You madman!"

Hela ignored them, then waved her left hand, and countless nobles of death swarmed out from behind her, flying past her.

They are prisoners of the underworld, and also once high-ranking gods from all realms.

After losing their lives and divine bodies, they were even completely stripped of their minds and reduced to henchmen of the underworld.

Perhaps due to a lack of wisdom and the inability to obtain divine power to replenish it, its combat strength has been greatly reduced.

Hela didn't care.

Controlling the death power of the sixteen realms means having abundant resources and being able to do whatever one wants!

Watching Agni being easily annihilated by her 'collections,' even his soul shackled around the neck, and dragged to her like a dead dog by the two 'collections,' Hela flicked a strand of her long hair, looked at this bizarre deity with three legs, seven arms, and three heads, and sneered: "Welcome to Helheim. Mr. Collector No. 218."

Agni's soul trembled, and the weak words ultimately remained unspoken.

This was based on his last bit of pride as a god.

(End of this chapter)