Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 345 Let's kill a billion Japanese devils
Father…God…

Amaterasu thought that seeing the moment her father died would make her very excited, even driving her to madness.

not at all!
Most of the time, it was just strange sobs!

She is not a child in the traditional sense; in a sense, she is merely a piece of 'filth' that Izanagi brought out from Yomotsu Hirasaka, a combination of an unknown soul and divinity.

Izanagi also failed in his duties as a father, leaving Takamagahara to her and his two younger brothers to manage before retiring himself.

When the moment came, Amaterasu suddenly realized that she had been a little too cold-hearted.

She felt a great deal of gratitude and guilt. If asked whether she experienced the heavy, cruel, tearing pain of losing a loved one, what would she say?
The answer is no!
The overwhelming feeling is one of despair for my own gods and my own world!

Our last hope is gone!

The burden of the entire divine race's survival rested on her petite shoulders.

'Can I shoulder such a heavy burden?' The moment Amaterasu asked herself this question, she knew the answer—no!
Sadness, despair, helplessness—a complex mix of emotions surfaced on her delicate face.

Somewhat unexpectedly, the giant god of light, whose true form was at least twice her height, stopped at this moment.

He clearly had the upper hand.

"Amaterasu! If you wish to commit suicide, I can allow you to disappear from this world with dignity."

Frey's face shone with a brilliant golden light, and coupled with his solemn tone, Amaterasu had no doubt that what he said was true.

The righteous and righteous sun god never stoops to lying.

Amaterasu was slightly taken aback, and remained silent for nearly half a minute before slowly saying, "What will happen if I surrender?"

"You were chosen by His Majesty. Considering that the Fusang gods have thoroughly angered His Majesty and violated our clan's principles of keeping promises, your fate will most likely be terrible, at the very least, you will be subjected to extreme humiliation. For the next hundred years, you will most likely spend them as a slave god. As a fellow sun god, I strongly advise against making such a choice," Frey said firmly.

The sun god has his own pride and integrity.

Frey's feelings were complicated: no one understood the Aesir's ways better than him. His sense of justice demanded that every enemy meet a dignified end. At the same time, his loyalty wouldn't allow him to betray the god-king Downs. There was also a minor concern: if Amaterasu won the king's favor, would she try to diminish his divine authority?
These are all problems.

Soon, Frey will no longer have to worry about it.

It seems that the Fusang gods have few tough guys.

After the first few who dared to charge back were killed by Asgard, not only the goddesses who knew they wouldn't die, but even most of the gods wailed and cried out for surrender.

The goddess Amaterasu opposite him wore a sorrowful expression, her hands pressed to the ground, her forehead touching the back of her hands, kneeling on the ground.

"It is Amaterasu's fault that she could not keep her promise, and she should atone for it. Amaterasu is willing to descend!"

"Oh."

Frey looked into the distance; this grand battle had come to an abrupt end.

Millions of monsters were routed and mercilessly slaughtered by the Aesir gods.

Ironically, besides the renowned gods of Fusang, many female demons also claimed to be gods, attempted to surrender, and after being cruelly rejected, went mad and wanted to perish together with the gods.

As a result, they, along with their companions, were swept into the dustbin of history by the powerful Aesir gods.

Massive numbers of corpses piled up across the entire desert, and the gruesome, multicolored blood of monsters, like an overturned palette, seeped into the parched land.

The sheer amount of demonic blood was astonishing; it overflowed onto many sand dunes, turning the hollows into venomous swamps. Downs beckoned, and Ereshkigal and Scáthach came over.

"Make sure it's clean. Even if this is a decoy world, if it's damaged, it won't be usable later."

"Yes." The two goddesses of the underworld replied with bitterness. But what could they do? One was the goddess of eternal sleep, and the other the goddess of death.
Fortunately, a large number of underworld jailers will take good care of cleaning up the vengeful spirits and evil ghosts transformed from the Japanese demons.

“Report!” Brunhilde suddenly spoke.

"explain."

"Those few small worlds that originally belonged to Fusang have sent letters of surrender, hoping that the Aesir will accept them."

Downs raised an eyelid: "Oh? That's perfect, let them deal with the corpses of these 'eight million gods' of Japan." Downs stroked his chin with interest: "Yes, cut off the brains of those so-called gods and pile them up into a mound of skulls."

“A mound of Jingguan?” Brunhilde was unfamiliar with the term.

"It's shaped like a pyramid. Let's pile up ten thousand heads to form a mound of heads." Downs casually uttered such cruel and terrifying words, causing every muscle in the body of the recently surrendered Amaterasu and other Fusang goddesses to tremble with extreme fear.

This is the God-King!
The supreme god-king who can decide the life and death of an entire realm with a single word!

This decision caused Frey, Arthur, and other gods with a strong sense of justice to frown deeply.

In the end, they didn't say anything.

The Fusang pantheon is the one that betrayed its faith, and the Fusang gods are the ones who launched a surprise attack on the Aesir.

Don't say that this was just Izanagi's order, and it's impossible to simply attribute derogatory terms like 'tyrant' and 'villain' to him and exonerate yourself from such despicable behavior.

None of the Fusang gods who invaded the world of Jinlunga were innocent!
Ultimately, Downs God-King was simply retaliating to the fullest extent against such despicable acts.

However, this cruel order was the most brutal mental torture for the gods of the Fusang subsidiary pantheon who had just hidden themselves away and refused to work hard.

When these Southeast Asian deities saw the enormous mountains of corpses and the mutilated remains inside, they were already trembling with fear.

"Is this Amaterasu no Minakanushi?"

"Look, that's the Divine Emperor Chanling Venerable over there, isn't it?"

"Yes, it really is them, oh, them."

Their magnificent divine robes and heavy divine armor offered them absolutely no sense of security.

The gods of Fusang, who had once conquered them with absolute divine power, lay dead before their eyes in silence.

Their deaths were gruesome, and their defeats were undisputed.

This is the terrifying record achieved by the Aesir through overwhelming power.

How could these South Asian deities, who had long lost their will to live, dare to rebel?

Let alone the arrival of a supreme god from the Celestial Empire, even if the Asgardians sent a lowly attendant, their 'dignified god-king' would humbly treat him with utmost respect, fearing that if the attendant became unhappy, he might utter a slanderous remark, thereby angering God-king Tang Si and causing him to destroy their world at will.

Fortunately, Hermod, the divine messenger of the God-King, announced to them: "His merciful God-King will show you mercy. As long as the world is incorporated into the world of Jinlunga, you will be accepted by the Aesir. Of course, initially you can only start as servant gods. Once you have distinguished yourselves on the battlefield and proven your loyalty, you will be promoted to true gods. Rest assured, all the new gods who have submitted to the Aesir have gone through this process. Oh, except for the god Fusang."

(End of this chapter)