Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 331's assessment is 'Not as good as Odin!'
That's really great.

This situation is a classic case of 'We are ready to fight to the death, why does Your Majesty surrender first?'

In one fell swoop, the remaining dead under Amaterasu's command were rendered helpless.

Their so-called reserve only lasted for a very short time; they quickly realized their true position as younger brothers.

There is no shortage of so-called geniuses in the world; there are plenty of stubborn people, but even more people with sharp minds.

One look at it and you know the Fusang pantheon is finished.

In the blink of an eye, San Guizi became Yi Guizi. Can he still fight?
Faced with absolute power, all persistence and restraint are nothing but a joke.

Didn't you see how the opposing God-King casually wiped out dozens of Fusang deities with a single divine sword?
Revenge and avenging wrongs are based on strength.

This is no ordinary person's revenge.

The vast difference in power between gods can be more than just one world.

No matter how much resentment and bitterness these Fusang gods felt, they could only swallow it down as Enlil crushed their teeth. From now on, they had to keep their tails between their legs and not show the slightest rebellious thought, otherwise they would be giving their new master an excuse to kill them.

Anyway, now that useless goddess Amaterasu is surrendering, what can we, as her subjects, do? We can only curse Amaterasu in our hearts while pretending to be wronged and surrendering.

Towns found it quite amusing to look at the surviving Fusang god opposite him, whose twisted, resentful, and helpless expression was that of a petty slut.

but……

Don't think Towns will accept the Japanese pantheon so easily!
Whether Amaterasu was furious or felt she was more valuable, her surrender came with a condition: that she avenge her two younger brothers.

In other words, before Downs killed Angela Newman, the remaining Fusang gods were not his subordinates, and similarly, they were temporarily removed from the 'kill list'.

This scene was naturally witnessed by many of the Aesir gods.

Cú Chulainn muttered to himself, "Being the King of Gods is really great."

Unexpectedly, he was reprimanded by his own god Frey: "It's normal for the other party to have the heart to protect his brothers and sisters. Back then, my sister Freya also saved me under Thor's warhammer. It can only be said that this is what Your Majesty deserves."

Single guy Cú Chulainn: "..."

The situation on the scene changed suddenly.

With Fusang backing down, and with the Indian pantheon being held back by deities like Thor, Downs' only remaining rival was Angela Newman.

In truth, this was a move of desperation for Angela.

In his vision, if he could devour and sacrifice most of the gods of the Indian and Japanese pantheons through the Malea world in one go, he would become the strongest being in the galaxy.

From his perspective, how could he have imagined that there was actually a world called Jinlunga with an extravagant size, and an outrageous god-king who ruled over 16 great worlds?

That's how ruthless leaders are—they can wait for an opportunity, but they will never sit idly by and wait to die.

Using all his backup plans at the last minute to kill Susanoo and Tsukuyomi was already an extraordinary feat of his.

With Towns on the team, Angela, who had already moved from the shadows to the light, had no other choice but to go all out.

“Foolish Amaterasu! You are only fit to be my plaything—” one of the huge black heads said, while the other giant black heads stared intently at Downs, each head talking to itself.

"You cannot defeat us, Outer Gods!" "You have no idea of ​​our suffering! And the power that this suffering transforms into—"

"Flesh and blood are weak and vulnerable, join our glorious Black Tide!"

A head, a whisper.

There were persuasion, curses, encouragement, and insults; a dozen voices attacked Towns' mental barrier from different channels and through different means.

But all of this looks and sounds so ridiculous.

This kind of attack method, which focuses on the mind, is something that even the current Towns would probably be unable to handle, let alone the Towns who was still drifting in the void back then.

There's no other reason than that it's too complicated.

Downs glanced at it and knew that Angra Newman had dragged all the evil gods under his command out of chaos to continue working for him. The pathetic and laughable thing was that among Angra's large group of evil gods, apart from one dragon demon who was relatively capable, the rest—the cunning demon, the sleep demon, the lust demon… you could tell what kind of people they were just by their names.

Angra knew his side was at a disadvantage in a direct confrontation, so he carefully selected several individuals from among the black pillar monsters who were clearly not of the Persian pantheon. This was easily discernible from the hair ornaments and incantations on their dark heads.

This hodgepodge might fool ordinary world-level god-kings, since its total divine power is what it is, and its physique can intimidate many gods.

In Towns' eyes, there was only one assessment—not as good as Odin!
Well, his foolish little brother has become a unit of measurement for strength.

“Dirty bastard…” Downs raised his eyelids slightly.

Responding to his divine will, the Aztec Sword transformed into a beam of black light, easily piercing through the massive black pillar.

The colossal 'Angra' let out a piercing scream. Thunderous roars erupted near its wound, and its surrounding tissues swelled several times their normal size, like a balloon about to burst. This monstrous entity, a composite of countless divine souls and remains, truly lived up to the name Angra Newman. Even when struck with the full force of the manifested feathered serpent, it seemed to have only scratched the surface, leaving no vital organs unharmed.

The black giant showed no signs of immediate death; instead, it became even more ferocious, splitting off a huge black hand from the black pillar and sweeping it into the air.

This palm is so huge that even a thousand-meter-high mountain looks like a small marble in front of it.

It was no match for Towns's Aztec sword; with a whoosh, it pierced the palm again and flew away.

It did escape, but the Fusang monsters still trapped in the world of Malea, as well as the Fusang gods who couldn't evacuate in time, were doomed.

Thousands upon thousands of monsters were swept right into the center of the attack, not knocked away, but simply devoured in the purest and most brutal way.

Even a powerful monster like the Great Tengu only had time to scream before it died, emitting a bluish-gray light in that instant before disappearing without a trace. Its flesh and soul became part of this colossal Angra.

The atmosphere of Angra has reached a new level.

"How brutal!" Downs said without emotion, pointing his index finger at Angela and sending more [Sword of the World] piercing towards her.

"Boom bang bang-"

A deafening roar, like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting open!
Each World Sword represents the power of a realm. Even if the divine power transmitted through the void is somewhat diminished, the essence of the World Sword remains unchanged.

With just a few sword strikes, Angra couldn't take it anymore.

Amaterasu's face suddenly drained of color; she was shocked to discover that Angela was trying to run towards the Fusang world...

(End of this chapter)