Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 344 The Fall of Izanagi
quiet!
Quiet!

Deadly quiet!

The world was silent! Even the wind dared not blow!

Everyone who heard Towns' voice held their breath, suppressed their emotions, and listened intently to what followed.

Izanagi's face no longer held the same nonchalant air he had when he wielded his divine spear and stormed into this world; instead, it was filled with disbelief and fear.

"Wh...what?" The embarrassment on the face of the dignified Fusang God King could not be concealed at all: "Your Majesty the Supreme Paulson, I just...couldn't hear what you said."

To show his humility, he bowed down again, his divine body trembling uncontrollably.

Towns didn't even look at him, instead turning his gaze to the Fusang gods around him.

"I do not wish to repeat myself! But as condemned prisoners on trial, you are entitled to a second verdict—" Downs said in an extremely cold and cruel tone, "The Aesir are founded on integrity and hate those who break their promises! Your first refusal to keep your word has exhausted all my patience and last shred of goodwill. Your sneak attack on us while the Egyptian pantheon was attacking us, your undeclared war, is utterly shameless..."

Izanagi, not daring to let Downs continue, couldn't help but interrupt loudly, "Your Majesty, we can make amends for this mistake..."

"Betrayal is either zero times or countless times!" Towns' voice was resolute: "How will the world know that we have zero tolerance for betrayal if we don't grind you to dust and annihilate your souls?"

In Japan, from the high and mighty Izanagi to the lowest mountain spirits, all those with a shred of reason were so terrified by this merciless pronouncement that their souls almost froze, and they lost the ability to think for a time.

Downs' announcement to the Aesir further extinguished their last hope: "All Aesir, heed my command—except for the goddess Fusang, exterminate all Fusang deities, leaving no survivors. Your war merits will be increased by 30%!"

"Oh oh oh—" Nearly a hundred Aesir gods, nearly a thousand giants, tens of thousands of divine servants, and countless angels simultaneously erupted in a frenzied cheer.

The Aesir gods were never lacking in courage, or even bestiality; it was only through the wise and mighty King Downs that their actions were restrained by laws and order, allowing the entire divine race to maintain long-term harmony.

Towns' announcement undoubtedly reignited their long-suppressed bloodlust and opened the door to destruction.

For a moment, the Aesir's momentum seemed to be more than ten times stronger than when they first started the battle.

They roared and brandished their weapons, which shimmered with divine light, as they continued their attack on the trembling Fusang gods opposite them.

it is ridiculous!

Despite theoretically having a larger number of gods, these millions of 'gods' were like lambs to the slaughter, unable to mount any effective counterattack except for bleating.

Over here, Izanagi's already excessively pale face had turned bluish, and his lips trembled incessantly: "You, you bastard, how could you do this?"

Downs laughed contemptuously, "Don't think I don't know your filthy thoughts—feigning submission, waiting for the Aesir to weaken before turning on them."

Izanagi's eyes widened in disbelief: "You..."

He couldn't bring himself to say the second half of his question, "How did you know?"

Little did he know, Towns swore that in this chaotic universe, no one understood the nature of the Japanese lineage better than him.

"Stand up! At least until the very end, act like a god-king! I have no intention of slaying the weak!" As soon as Downs finished speaking, the World Sword under his command clearly had its own ideas.

Even in death, with his reason erased, the hot-tempered Enlil's impulsive and violent instincts remained unchanged.

A sudden gust of wind swept across thousands of miles.

The powerful tornado roared as it sounded its final, relentless attack.

Immediately afterwards, all the World Swords rushed forward, unleashing dazzling divine light, driven by their subconscious will to attack Izanagi. At this moment, driven by the desire to survive, Izanagi, who had been trying to play the submissive role, finally couldn't resist and wielded the [Amazuma Spear] to parry one diving sword after another.

"No! No! No—this shouldn't be happening!" He shouted in a fit of rage, completely losing his composure. Even his neatly combed hair flew off due to the violent movements, leaving him disheveled and utterly disheveled.

"Clang! Clang clang clang!" He almost instinctively blocked the attack of 17 divine swords.

Before he could react, his body was covered in wounds.

When he saw the blank-faced phantom of the Thousand Islands God King Batara, whom he knew so well, emerge from one of the divine swords, he knew that everything was over!

He knew that he would most likely end up like the unfortunate Batalha, his consciousness erased, leaving only a soul shell, to be eternally enslaved and driven by Towns.

"No, no! I don't want to be a sword spirit!" Izanagi roared.

There was a hint of cruelty in Towns's calm smile: "Yes, you won't."

Izanagi thought she had finally been forgiven, but little did she know that Tang Si's next words were: "You lowly wretch, you are not even qualified to become my sword spirit."

Before Izanagi could react, Towns snapped his fingers.

Seventeen magnificent rays of light suddenly burst forth from the sky, each ray backed by a vast world supported by divine power.

There is never a fair fight on the battlefield.

No matter how strong Izanagi is, he is only the ruler of one world.

Soon, the first icy longsword pierced Izanagi's right shoulder, greatly slowing his movements. The surging frost caused the divine blood that splattered from his shoulder to condense into ice beads before it even flew half a meter.

A second, stealthy longsword pierced his left ribs, the mist spreading across its blade obscuring the arc of light from his hair ornament falling as he staggered.

The fifth flaming sword sliced ​​through the Adam's apple and pierced the collarbone, the flames shooting from the sword's spine beginning to gnaw at the divine body.

But before he could utter his furious roar, he was trapped inside his chest cavity, pierced by the seventh transparent blade.

As the eleventh greatsword, imbued with the power of a mountain, shattered his spine, his broken divine eye emerged from the blood mist.

……

The last five swords pierced through his limbs and heart simultaneously. On the relief of the Heavenly Swamp Spear in his hand, each sculpture seemed to be struggling. Everything was over. The seventeen divine swords tore his soul, which was about to gather together, into fireflies.

Blood and tears fell to the ground, turning into scorched earth. The seventeen swords resonated, forming what might be the most terrifying sword formation in the chaotic universe. The bells hanging from the sword tassels swayed, playing a funeral dirge.

Izanagi fell amidst the clamor of the crowd. When the intense dust settled, Amaterasu sadly saw her father kneeling on the cracked, barren desert earth, a cherry blossom remaining at his fingertips stained dark red with his own splattered divine blood.

In the last instant before his soul dissipated, he reached out with his last strength to touch the cherry blossoms.

That was pinned on him by Izanami before he went to war.

He didn't have time.

The divine body and soul thus separated and dissipated.

Perhaps they had countless grievances between them, but at this moment, everything returns to the dust...

(End of this chapter)