Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 330 Anger is the strongest emotion in the world

"Ahhhh-"

Unexpectedly, yet not entirely unexpectedly, Susanoo's dying screams echoed from the depths of the earth.

The three noble sons of Fusang were of the same blood, and the spiritual resonance they shared made them instantly realize that their beloved younger brother was doomed.

Tears instantly streamed down Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi's faces.

Without their rescue, it would only be a matter of time before Susanoo, this simple-minded but powerful younger brother, was killed by Angeloman.

Angraneuman, as the supreme god of evil, deliberately brought darkness to the side of light, instigated every king to lead the rebellion against the gods, and created serpents, dragons, and other unclean creatures.

It's not surprising that such an extremely evil god would encounter Susanoo, who is as innocent as a blank sheet of paper, and turn this poor wretch into his own form.

A strange shape split open in the earth; with sufficient knowledge of ancient Persian, one would recognize it as the cuneiform word for "evil."

Within the shattered, gigantic maw, the pitiful Fusang Sea God was lifted piece by piece by the extremely wicked, black, mud-like slurry, and floated back to the surface.

That cannot be called a slurry, because it is an extremely pure and already materialized evil thought.

Ordinary mortals, let alone those who come into contact with it, even a saint, might be instantly corrupted by the mere scent of this aura, turning into a wicked villain.

Right in the very center of this vast mud pit, Princess Kushinada, now a female demon, lovingly embraces the head of Susanoo, creating a bizarre scene that terrifies onlookers.

The once virtuous and gentle Princess Kushinada resembled Lilith, the mother of demons in mythology, with shameful patterns branded on her body and completely naked.

Susanoo, who was determined to save his wife, grew a single horn on his forehead. Combined with the bull horns on his head, you could easily mistake him for a demon.

Even without the addition of eerie background music or chilling laughter, the scene alone is enough to make one nauseous.

As one of the three noble sons who were once high and mighty, Susanoo is now nothing but an empty shell, having been squeezed dry of all his value.

The loss of one younger brother was enough to cause Amaterasu great grief, but she never imagined that on the same day, she would lose not one, but two younger brothers.

"what--"

The incident was indeed sudden; it wasn't that Amaterasu didn't react in time, but rather that she misjudged the situation.

In her imagination, Tsukuyomi has a hundred ways to be used: it can be dodged, it can summon a shield, it can be used to exchange divine magic attacks, it can be...

However, Tsukuyomi did nothing, allowing her own divine body to be swallowed up by the black slurry fountain that emerged from the depths of the earth, and was suddenly pulled into the depths of the earth.

"Tsukuyomi?!" Amaterasu stared wide-eyed at everything in disbelief.

Only Towns, suspended high in the air by the wind, watched this scene unfold with pity.

Tsukuyomi is still a bit immature.

Towns could guess what had probably happened—most likely, Tsukuyomi had foolishly made a contract with the ultimate evil god, Angeloman.

Consider this: one of Angra's top generals is the liar Druger. This devil of lies is the embodiment of falsehood, representing hypocrisy and deception.

This extremely evil god has a hundred million ways to tamper with the contract, or leave a backdoor in the divine contract.

Whatever Angela accomplishes, he will gain in Fusang.

This is far more terrifying than borrowing money from loan sharks; the exorbitant interest rates are nothing to Angra. Amaterasu prayed to bind Angra with a divine contract, unaware that while you want Angra to work for you, Angra wants your life. At the last moment, Amaterasu cast a divine spell, but she failed; an unprecedented sense of sluggishness severely interfered with her soul.

Amaterasu couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of insignificance rising from the deepest recesses of her soul. Her limbs went weak as she gazed at the colossal creature that had just emerged from the earth's depths, its presence permeating heaven and earth—

On that parched and cracked land.

Above the sky, which was tainted by both the power of chaos and the power of the order of Jinlunga.

A dozen or so black, enormous heads, materialized from evil spiritual energy, broke through the clouds, revealing their hideous and terrifying forms.

The colossal head atop this black pillar slowly surveyed the world from the clouds. It stood on the shattered earth, its foundation resting on a lake of slimy black fluid. The vast black lake, large enough to contain a Jormungandr, was like a carpet at its feet or a napkin tied around its neck.

In fact, Towns felt it was more like an alternative world tree.

A giant tree formed from the evil thoughts of all realms.

Like the World Tree, it easily occupied the central position of this abandoned world, and every second, it was growing its roots and branches by absorbing or luring the Chaos Demons.

Amaterasu looked at the world-class black monster that resembled the World Tree on the other side, and even found it difficult to breathe.

Is it the real Angela Newman?
Is this something that an orderly world can cultivate?

It looks exactly like a super creature on the level of a Devouring Beast!
On this tree of human heads reaching for the sky, each enormous head, as large as a mountain, is constantly opening and closing its mouth, uttering the most bitter roars and the most vicious curses.

Even though it didn't look quite right, Towns still managed to recognize more than a dozen Persian evil gods on it, including the drought demon Apsh, the dragon demon Ardahaq, and the plague demon Astovidat.

Oh, and Susanoo, Tsukuyomi, and Rama?

This chaotic combination made Towns wonder if Angela had actually returned to the side of order.

How did they manage to play this move so chaotically?
Just as Downs was feeling a long-lost sense of excitement, thinking that he would finally not have to let his subordinates take the lead, the goddess Amaterasu, who was not far away, was trembling all over, whether from extreme sadness, boundless anger, or both.

She suddenly made a desperate, reckless decision, yelling at Towns, "Your Majesty Towns Paulson! If you help me kill that great traitor Angela Newman, I'm willing to give you everything—"

Oh?
Now that you've said that, I'm not sleepy anymore.

Towns has never had a good impression of Japan.

His consistent policy is to "kill all the male gods and monsters, and leave the goddesses to be determined."

The Amaterasu on the other side suddenly threw, which was quite a pleasant surprise.

Towns wiped out the Mayan triad.

He also didn't want to stay within the Indian pantheon.

If the Fusang pantheon is also wiped out, Downs will have to consider another problem—if he is just as ruthless towards the opposing pantheons, it will scare away the potential surrenderers and force them to fight to the bitter end.

Towns glanced at the Japanese woman opposite him.

Indeed, anger is the strongest emotion in the world.

Towns casually remarked, "Heh, fine."

(End of this chapter)