Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 348 Ragnarok, But India (Part 1)

As Frey silently watched the god of extreme evil meet his end, he suddenly realized: "Until the very last moment, Angela Newman was still a complete scoundrel!"

Arthur frowned, but finally chose to ask Downs, "Your Majesty, there is something I do not understand."

“Go ahead and ask,” Downs replied calmly.

"Why do I always feel that Angela Newman's schemes are...immature?" Arthur asked, putting it very tactfully.

Instead of answering directly, Downs said, "What's the key to any conspiracy succeeding?"

This question stumped all the gods.

Towns didn't deliberately keep them in suspense: "The answer is—time! Every conspiracy needs time to ferment. For Angela, what she lacks most is precisely time."

Frey suddenly realized: "Your Majesty, do you mean that once we quickly complete the conquest of Fusang and the Indian world, Angra will have nothing to do?"

"Ah."

Whether it's the human heart or the divine heart, it all boils down to a way of thinking, an order, and a law.

Given enough time, he could corrupt the minds and bodies of all intelligent beings in a world, leaving them riddled with holes and giving him absolute control. At that point, both humans and gods would become clowns dancing a farcical dance on his stage.

What happens when the most brilliant scriptwriter encounters an unreasonable guy who just tears the stage apart?
The play can't be performed!

Towns is that kind of rough guy who directly undermines others and uses brute force to overcome skill.

In truth, Angela's death was somewhat unjust. Had he been given enough time to infiltrate the world of Kinlunga, who knows what earth-shattering things he might have done.

Pity.

"I deduce that Angra must become a deity in some world, even if only in name, to fully utilize his divine power. Otherwise, his ability to corrupt the minds of intelligent beings will be greatly diminished. According to my deduction, the law of this star system is—only one god can leave this star system!"

Gods: "..."

The competition between pantheons and civilizations is a cosmic-level elimination tournament.

The brutal and bloody battlefield seems rather unfriendly to an evil god who is only good at manipulating the laws of nature.

Whether Towns's prediction is correct is no longer important.

The destruction of Fusang symbolizes the end of this great polytheistic war.

With the situation in Fusang settled, the deities who originally belonged to Fusang's minor pantheons were both happy and afraid.

The joy lies in the fact that they don't have to be dragged along by Fusang to fight a losing battle; the Fusang world uses its destruction to show them just how powerful the Aesir are.

The fear lies in the fact that His Majesty King Paulson's ruthlessness and cruelty are absolutely unparalleled in the chaotic universe.

Angela Newman used nearly ten million Japanese mortals as bargaining chips, but who would have thought that His Majesty the God-King would kill them without hesitation?

Those are tens of millions of mortals; using them for the conferment of deities through faith, it wouldn't be a problem to confer the titles of ten more top-tier deities.

The key is that unseen karma.

An ordinary god-king would never dare to do such a thing.

Thinking about it carefully, it doesn't seem like there's anything wrong with Towns doing this.

Karma and the like are all relative.

If Towns lacks sufficient foundation and is merely a god-king in a world with tens of millions of people, the consequences of his actions would be terrifyingly explosive.

Today, there are tens of millions, possibly even hundreds of millions, of mortals belonging to the Aesir. Towns can really hold on to that.

Well, when it comes to population, let alone these former Fusang gods not knowing exactly how many people there are in Jinlunga, even Towns himself doesn't know.

After all, in a world somewhere between slavery and feudalism, a census is a joke. Not only do mortals lack the internal power to govern, but even for deities who achieved godhood through faith, the number of followers for each deity is always a mystery, and there are even followers who overlap and worship the same minor pantheon. It can only be said that Jinlunjia has a deep foundation and is truly unafraid to cause trouble.

Seeing the Fusang world plunged into destruction, with even the four elements drained away, the subordinate gods dared not utter a sound for a long time, fearing that they might accidentally offend this top god-king who reigns over the chaotic universe, and that a single word from him could destroy their world.

Downs raised his eyelids slightly: "A new batch of the four elements has arrived. Once you conquer the Indian world, you can reshape the Slavic, Egyptian, and Akkadian worlds."

Perun, Horus, and the Old Gods of Akkad were overjoyed upon hearing this.

Their homeland was used as cannon fodder by the God-King, and there was nothing they could do about it. They were used by Downs as a shield in the beginning, and having just surrendered, they had no choice but to accept it. Now that they have proven their loyalty to the Aesir, they naturally have demands.

Towns paid the compensation at the opportune time.

For the cold Slavic world, Hokkaido could be carved out for it.

The Egyptian world is relatively simple; it can be revived by simply adding some water.

Arkkad is a bit troublesome, as it requires all four elements. That's alright, we can build a prototype first, and then bestow the elements upon the world when the opportunity arises.

This is all a story for later.

These things, though they were taken from other people's money, are something Towns is capable of doing in order to get his hands on them.

However, from this day forward, the title "Conqueror of All Realms" may be changed to "Destroyer of All Realms"...

Before long, the god-kings of various small worlds knelt before Tang Si's throne.

Downs didn't make things difficult for them: "Gentlemen, come with me to witness the twilight of the Hindu pantheon!"

The veteran Asgardian couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing this.

Ragnarok, but in India!

Why does that sound so funny?

Of course, only veteran gods who have survived Ragnarok would have the mindset to watch the battle like a spectator.

Meanwhile, the breakthroughs of the Hindu gods continue.

No, this can no longer be called a breakthrough; it's more like a stalemate.

Every Hindu god suffers greatly in body and mind.

At first I didn't think much of it, but the more we fought, the more frightened I became.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the Aesir gods retreat a considerable distance every so often during battles.

In fact, this has nothing to do with winning or losing; it's purely about 'stretching the supply lines of the Indian pantheon'.

The war of gods also had supply lines. Although the divine power from the Indian world was invisible and intangible, it actually traveled through a torrent of elements, crossing space to reach the Triad God and a host of Indian gods. This is why they seemed to have inexhaustible divine power, allowing them to clash with the Asgardians using divine magic.

The problem is that Asgard is fighting on home soil, and the world is vast.

This battle was never fair from the start.

If Gilgamesh was initially a clear weakness on the side of the Aesir, that weakness gradually disappeared over time.

Brahma was going crazy.

The blond Aesir god before me possesses astonishing combat talent.

Perhaps at the beginning, Jill's close combat skills were not the best, but he was really eager to learn.

As the battle raged on, they managed to hold their own against Brahma, even with their numerous World Swords.

What Brahma found most unbearable was Gil's pool of divine power... which was bottomless!
(End of this chapter)