Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 333 Biting with a tail? Think again!

Angela Newman is too ruthless.

I wonder what kind of mess this guy would have made of Japan if he had been given another ten years.

For Amaterasu, a stroke of good fortune amidst misfortune is that Angela doesn't seem to possess any particularly powerful forces targeting the four elements. His evil is specifically aimed at intelligent beings, and he can't pull off anything as significant as interfering with Yomotsu Hirasaka.

This proves that he does not have any divine authority related to the four elements or death, and his damage to the origin of the world is ultimately limited.

This is Angela's limit.

Downs clearly sensed that Amaterasu glanced at him with an incredibly complex expression as she passed through the world barrier.

He wasn't annoyed; instead, he activated 16 World Swords and took turns defeating Angra Newman.

Each attack is a condensation of the power of an entire realm.

With such massive, through-and-through wounds that could easily pierce through an entire town, how could Angela possibly withstand it?

Logically speaking, with so many forces from different realms pouring in, the sky above Malea should have been in chaos long ago.

Not really!

Because the world power of Jinlunga has begun to take over this abandoned world, even mortals without any divine power can clearly see 16 different colored beams of light forming a parallel energy channel in the sky, continuously supplying elemental power while indirectly improving the origin of this world.

Within the World Sword Formation, divine swords attacked relentlessly, leaving Angela 'attacked head-on'. Finally, after what seemed like the umpteenth heavy blow...

The lightsabers, each emitting a different color, simultaneously struck the heads captured by Angra, piercing them in an instant. The immense impact not only carried them out of the towering black pillar but also pinned them firmly to the ground.

The twisting black pillar at the very center of this world suddenly stopped moving.

A faint sigh seemed to emanate from the dark pillar composed of negative spiritual energy, shattered souls, and a large amount of decaying flesh.

It wasn't anger, nor was it wailing; it was lamentation.

This is completely different from the other negative voices churning within this pillar.

In the blink of an eye, the different elemental energies that the World Sword Array had infused into the black giant pillar finally erupted. Multicolored elemental energies burst forth from the black pillar, blasting the truly towering black pillar to smithereens, turning it into a strange mixture of half-matter and half-spiritual states that dissipated into the world.

As for the soul of Angela Newman himself, Towns chose to ignore it. As long as he didn't infiltrate the Golden Lunga, it would be beneficial to Towns no matter which world this guy went to.

On the contrary, Towns didn't let the scraps go; he snapped his fingers.

The phantom of Enlil, the Wind God King, immediately appeared within the Sword of Sumer. He stared wide-eyed with unfocused blankness, forcefully pumping his breath, trying to send all the chaotic, highly toxic energy and residue outside the world of Malea.

Onlookers were astonished to see Downs absurdly manipulating the elemental energy he had injected, as if he were beginning to reshape the world of Malea and incorporate it into Kinlunga.

Seeing this, Ishtar cried out, "Sister! Sister! What should we do? Has Downs fallen for that Fusang Goddess Queen? He's actually doing manual labor for her sake, letting her leave while he deals with that Angra himself."

Ai Lei glanced speechlessly at her good-for-nothing younger sister and sighed, "You're a mother now. Can't you be a little more mature?"

"I... I'm just not good at using my brain."

Ai Lei was even more speechless. Why was her brainless younger sister more favored than her? She just couldn't understand it.

After sighing, Ailei said, "Alas, His Majesty is so intelligent and steady, how could he possibly be that kind of trashy god who gets lustful at the first sign of trouble? Didn't you notice that we were originally prepared for the worst-case scenario of fighting on two or even three fronts? Now we only need to deal with the Indian pantheon?" "Huh?" Ishtar widened her innocent-looking eyes: "It seems that's really the case!"

Ai Lei added insult to injury: "Besides, His Majesty didn't promise not to destroy the Fusang world."

"Ohhhhhh!" Ishtar exclaimed excitedly.

Ignoring her mischievous younger sister, Ai Lei fixed her gaze on the direction of the Fusang world. Suddenly, a smile appeared on her lips: "A mere tail wants to bite? No, according to His Majesty, this tail is probably an insertable type."

Towns' reputation as a "conqueror" over the years is well-deserved.

Divide and win over, destroy and rebuild, a series of combo moves, and which world won't be obedient?

Are the 16 swords described as "Swords of the World" but read as "Swords of Conquest" fake?

The foolish goddess Ishtar suddenly had an epiphany. She turned to Gilgamesh and shouted, "My good son, keep going! My glory rests on your shoulders!"

'Golden Flash's' face started to tense up.

Having such an unreliable mother, he felt utterly humiliated.

Honestly, if that Brahma on the other side hadn't been ridiculously strong, Gilgamesh would have definitely given her a piece of his mind.

However, Brahma was truly powerful.

The endless stream of bizarre and unpredictable moves left Gilgamesh flustered and overwhelmed.

This time, Gilgamesh was truly taught to be a god.

There is a terrifying chasm between the two sides' experience in divine warfare, a difference as vast as heaven and earth.

If Gilgamesh weren't the god of wealth across 16 worlds, if he couldn't even borrow the power of the World Sword, and if the sword's owner wasn't his own father, he would have been beaten to a pulp by Brahma long ago.

Fortunately, he was incredibly clever and knew how to use his advantages.

Behind him, countless genuine and counterfeit magical artifacts appeared as if they were free—these powerful weapons with different attributes unleashed outrageous elemental radiance as they poured over him, leaving Brahma scrambling to defend himself.

This is like a novice beating a master with a flurry of punches; there's no skill involved, it's all about brute force.

So what if you can use minimal force to achieve maximum effect?
I'll bring 10,000 tons to test your saltiness first. If it's not good, I'll bring more, hundreds of millions of tons. I'll ask you how many 'four ounces' you have.

Even Brahma, with his good temper, was furious: "I have such abundant world resources, no, even if I only have a quarter of your resources, I can still beat that arrogant brat's face to a pulp!"
If Brahma is given enough time, he might still have a chance to steal a trick from Gilgamesh, such as injuring this obviously upstart god of the Aesir.

Unfortunately, Brahma was destined to never have the chance.

The three gods saw almost simultaneously that the massive divine battle in the distance had come to a conclusion.

Angra Newman, who seemed incredibly arrogant and once attempted to devour the Triad God and the Three Noble Sons, has already been forced to retreat due to the overwhelming power of the opposing God King, even if it is likely only temporary.

In this way, the pressure falls on the Hindu pantheon.

(End of this chapter)