Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 343 Traditional Arts of Rice Horse Racing
This is not a match between evenly matched opponents.

The 'eight million Fusang gods' were like moths drawn to a flame, falling one after another in the grand and blazing flames opposite.

Compared to the appalling exchange ratio of power in the mortal realm, the exchange ratio at the divine level is even more outrageous. To date, the number of Asgardians who have fallen is zero!
Correct!
Dividing zero by anything is pointless.

This is not proportional!
This scene made the goddess Amaterasu very anxious!
"Father God! Father God! Please make a decision—"

No matter how Amaterasu called out, Izanagi seemed possessed. His eyes were vacant and unfocused. He almost instinctively parried and blocked the [Sword of the World] that was shooting at him from all angles, muttering, "Impossible! This can't be happening. Has Downs gone mad? Doesn't he care about the Triads?"

Perhaps we shouldn't blame him.

Those who cling to powerful figures become the powerful ones.

Those who speculated in stocks became major shareholders.

Such an outrageous contrast made it impossible for his barren mind to accept this cruel reality.

Just like back then, he ran to the underworld to chase after his wife with deep affection, only to find that instead of a crematorium, his wife had turned into a monster covered in maggots. The contrast was too great to accept.

He loses his ability to think when things go beyond his expectations.

It must be said that Amaterasu's decision to bring out this irresponsible father god after the deaths of her two younger brothers was indeed a terrible move.

There was nothing Amaterasu could do in a hurry, because her opponent was equally formidable.

Unlike Scáthach, who would kill anyone she met, Frey, the giant of light, at least didn't go all out against her.

However, the disparity between them also left Amaterasu in despair.

Compared to Frey's dazzling solar power, it seemed as if the other was the true sun, while her solar power was merely a firefly.

"All Fusang gods, listen to my command—retreat..." Before Amaterasu could finish speaking, she was struck by Frey's surging divine power, which was like a solar flare, and was rendered speechless.

“Give up! His Majesty Paulson hates nothing more than breach of contract and rebellion! Every person who breaks their word is destroyed in his presence. No one is exempt, not even his closest relatives or the God-King!” The gentler Frey’s tone, the more terrifying his words became.

Amaterasu had no idea what kind of betrayal Downs had suffered. All she knew was that Downs had no intention of giving the gods of Fusang a way out.

withdraw?
Even without her order, the collapse at the front lines caused the 'eight million gods' to flee.

Tragically, these demons and monsters discovered that they had no way to escape.

The desert world beneath my feet, for some reason, has become disconnected from the world of Fusang.

Under normal circumstances, the connection between two worlds is not so easily broken unless a greater power than these two worlds intervenes.

Coincidentally, the world of Jinlunga is such an existence that it can be defeated by a dimensional reduction attack.

The World Tree forcefully inserted tens of thousands of roots of all sizes, twisting and severing the spatial passage between the two realms, and splitting them apart.

From this moment on, the gods of Fusang could hardly receive divine power from their homeland.

Those gods (or monsters) relying solely on themselves might manage to hold out for a while. But for the true gods of Fusang who were rapidly depleting their divine power in intense divine battles, it would be a catastrophe.

One after another, the Fusang deities who held divine positions fell one after another, and the scene of their souls scattering was just like a magnificent firework exploding.

However, from the perspective of the Japanese, this scene is not only not beautiful, but it is even a horror film with a sense of visceral pain!

Izanagi was now in a terrible state. His armor plates had been torn to shreds by the Sword of the World, his robes were riddled with holes, and his body was covered in long, gruesome wounds of various attributes. He knew, however, that Downs was deliberately holding back.

Because every wound he suffered was a superficial injury, not involving the internal organs of his divine body, or the core of his soul that stores divine power.

This scene is very similar to a cat catching a mouse but not immediately killing it, instead teasing it with its claws.

In Izanagi's view, unless there was a deep-seated hatred between them, no one would torture him like this.

"Why? Why? How can you be so calm! Wasn't the Triad God's attack powerful?" He roared incoherently, his eyes bloodshot.

In the sky, there wasn't even a speck of dust on Downs' golden armor. An unsuspecting onlooker might have thought he was just on an armed hunt, not hunting a god-king.

Downs, hands on his left hip, said dismissively, "The Triads are a minor nuisance. But not a problem."

Izanagi was unaware that just moments before, the ocean god Enki had summoned the entire ocean of the Thousand Islands to "make friends" with the Hindu gods.

Those cataclysmic waves taught those once-fierce Hindu deities a lesson.

The world of Thousand Islands is mostly water, and water is what the Hindu gods are least adept at dealing with.

To deal with Shiva, Enki didn't even need to use the waters near Vanaheim and the British Isles, yet he still managed to give Shiva a good beating.

While not fatal, it effectively thwarted the offensive of the Hindu gods.

The Trinity God had to bring in an enormous amount of earth element from the Indian world, sending sand and soil flying in like a sandstorm to fill the Thousand Islands world and counteract the excessive abundance of water element there.

After this back-and-forth, the Indian pantheon's offensive stalled.

Towns has plenty of time to deal with the gods of Fusang.

Seeing how confident Towns was, Izanagi also lost his confidence.

The enemy's army was overwhelming and invincible, and his men were all killed suddenly.

Even if Izanagi is arrogant, he has to face reality at this moment.

His half-closed eyes darted around, as if an invisible demon's tail was raised high behind him, and in mid-air, he unleashed his ultimate move.

Atop the towering waves, Izanagi unleashed the ultimate technique of the Fusang Kingdom, the "Slide Kneeling Kneeling," right before everyone's eyes!
"Simimasad die—" The unyielding Fusang god-king knelt down, and his deep voice echoed and echoed again and again in the sky above this miniature Egyptian world with his divine power.

This art style completely baffled Asgard.

One by one, Asahi, who was happily chasing down Fusang God and racking up battle merits, instinctively stopped and subconsciously glanced at Downs out of the corner of his eye.

Izanagi shouted, "It is our Fusang pantheon's fault! From now on, the Fusang pantheon will pledge allegiance to the Aesir. Tonight, my daughter will dress up a little and present to His Majesty the Supreme God-King Paulson..." Izanagi rattled off a whole bunch of things in one breath.

The vulgarity of the words and the subservience of the tone made Amaterasu feel both indignant and helpless, and ashamed of her father.

Who sells their daughter so thoroughly?

Just when everyone thought this damned massacre was finally coming to an end, Towns calmly said, "I refuse your surrender! So, die—"

(End of this chapter)