Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 347 The Consequences of Playing Without a Card
Angela Newman's voice always sounds arrogant and wicked, like that of a smug little man.

Not to mention Towns, even Amaterasu, who was standing to the side, got goosebumps and felt like vomiting on the spot.

Her porcelain doll-like face rarely showed any special expression, but now it did.

His face turned ashen!

Towns raised an eyebrow.

Without him needing to speak, his trusted mouthpiece—the Valkyrie Brunhilde—shouted coldly: "Shameless scoundrel, how dare you speak to His Majesty? You are nothing but a stray dog!"

It's one thing for Towns to criticize Angela, given Towns' status and track record.

For Angela to be reprimanded by a mere demigod was an absolute humiliation.

For once, even Angela was taken aback, taking a few seconds to recover before coldly saying, "You can represent His Majesty Paulson?!"

Towns sneered and remained silent.

Brunhilde continued firing: "Just say what you have to say, Angela Newman!"

Seeing Towns standing with his hands behind his back, looking completely unconcerned and seemingly not caring much about Amaterasu, Angela couldn't sit still for once.

"Your Majesty Paulson, you desire the Fusang world, don't you? But now the entire Fusang world is under my control. Every intelligent being here may harbor my divine consciousness or contain an avatar of mine. As long as you still want this world, you cannot bypass me!"

Amaterasu gritted her teeth, lowered her head, and remained silent.

This is why the gods of Fusang were unable to kill Angela Newman before.

This bizarre creature has split its soul into countless parts, and any extraordinary being with evil intentions could become the host of its soul.

To be able to employ such a classic decentralized approach, one must admit that Angela Newman is truly something special.

He's like a disgusting cockroach; killing him once doesn't mean the end. If not handled properly, the god-level 'cockroach eggs' he leaves behind will still successfully hatch in various malices, becoming a new generation of Angela Newman.

This fighting style may not raise his ceiling, but it ensures that his survival floor will not be easily breached. In fact, with so many of him, he is almost unafraid of being killed, let alone getting injured.

This is very different from the Aesir, whose divine bodies are powerful, but once injured, they are very difficult to heal.

Angela is the other extreme!
Seeing that Towns didn't react, Brunhilde had no choice but to continue speaking for him: "What exactly do you want?"

"It's simple, Your Majesty Paulson. You don't have any evil gods under your command yet, do you? Where there is light, there is shadow! Where there is order, there is chaos. Why don't I offer Your Majesty the Fusang world as a gift, and let me join the Aesir to restrain the evil of the Kinlunga world..."

This 'conspiracy' is so outrageous that it practically screams 'letting the wolf into the house' on Towns' face.

"Pfft! Hoohoo! Haha! Wahahaha—" Upon hearing this, Downs burst into wild laughter: "Angela, you're really dreaming! It's not enough that you've wreaked havoc on the Fusang world, you also want to parasitize my Kinlungari? Is this all the level of the God of Extreme Evil is? Hahaha! If your so-called conspiracy were placed in a children's story in my world, you wouldn't survive more than two episodes!"

Honestly, if this were a Three Kingdoms world, this guy's strategy stat would be over 60.

It's undeniably rotten to the core, but it lacks a bit of tact and intrigue.

Compared to him, I suddenly feel that Loki is really damn smart!
In that instant, Towns' mind raced, and he suddenly understood the crux of the matter.

He wasn't in a hurry; he simply waited for Angela to put on a show.

As expected, Angra seemed furious but dared not openly break off relations: "Isn't Your Majesty worried that I might use the Fusang World to raise an army of gods that belongs to me? I was once a god-king after all!"

It would have been better if he hadn't said anything; his words only fueled Amaterasu's resentment.

Former God-King.

This identity is the most deceptive. It was precisely because of this title that Amaterasu sacrificed her own younger brother, Susanoo.

She suddenly looked up, craning her pale neck, trying to see something on the face of the golden-armored god-king beside her. Downs' smile turned cruel: "Heh! Of course I wouldn't do something so foolish. How could I allow a world of poisonous insects to continue to exist?"

Upon hearing this, Amaterasu's face turned deathly pale.

Angela, speaking from afar, was speechless for a moment before screaming, "Do you intend to kill all the Japanese? No! Do you know how much karmic backlash you will incur if you do this?"

Downs' smile widened: "Cause and effect? ​​You're so afraid of death, I'm afraid you've secretly planted a seed of your soul in more than half of the Japanese. Then they're the enemies."

Killing innocent people inevitably incurs some karmic consequences.

We don't need to kill the Japanese!
To deal with Angra, this 'infiltrator' of the divine realm, we must be this ruthless and thorough.

"No, wait!" Angela tried to argue, but Towns didn't bother to listen.

With a wave of his hand, Towns' clones vanished from Takamagahara.

Explanation is just a cover-up!

Ultimately, Angela is a deity who is difficult to kill and is highly dependent on the faith of his host.

He's doomed once he loses his host.

As Amaterasu and a few other Fusang goddesses watched in alarm, thousands of World Tree roots tore apart the sky of the Fusang world.

Towns created a tornado that could be described as an apocalyptic storm at the intersection of the world barriers.

"Whoohoo-"

A gigantic, kilometer-long phantom of the Sword of Sumer flickered in the sky.

The phantom of the wind god Enlil roared incessantly, shouting and yelling incoherently.

This sword spirit, devoid of self-awareness, seemed to be reliving the glory of the three world-destroying events.

This time, however, the target of the scourge was changed from the Sumerian mortals to the Fusang people.

Perhaps letting Enlil unleash his rage would destroy all the mortals in this world. Luckily, Towns has a more effective way: [drain the air]!
Normally, this would be difficult, after all, the Fusang world is a large world with a land area of ​​over 300,000 square kilometers and an ocean area of ​​over one million square kilometers.

With the gods of Fusang all wiped out, the world's will alone is no match for them!

Without air, countless lives would perish.

At this point, Angela Newman finally panicked.

"No! You can't do this! I finally got back to order, Towns, you bastard, you can't treat me like this!"

"No, please don't kill me! I'll do anything!"

"Asshole——"

"I curse you!"

"I curse your people to be filled with..."

Angela's divine voice rapidly weakened, from its initial deafening roar to a faint hum like a mosquito's buzz.

Finally, this extremely evil god, who stirred up trouble as soon as he was resurrected, met his end.

Looking at the chaotic state of the Japanese world, Towns shrugged: "This is what happens when you try to play without any cards in the game."

(End of this chapter)