Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 351: Losing Unjustly
Shiva's charge in mid-air swept away hundreds of miles of karmic fire. Such exaggerated flames caused the already tormented land to suddenly dry up and crack, and smoke rose from the scorched forests that had been dampened by Enki's ocean waves.

Unfortunately, his charge was met with a head-on blow from Thor.

"Boom!"

It was a deafening roar that shook heaven and earth.

Shiva tried to steady himself, but in reality, he lacked the divine power. He thought he was just stumbling, but he was unexpectedly blasted away like a cannonball, flying sideways through a scorched and blackened forest of dead trees that had already been ravaged by the divine war.

The immense impact caused Shiva's swing to sweep across the ground covered with dead wood, carrying countless amounts of sand and dead wood with it.

What pained him even more was that the golden light that had flowed over the artifact in his hand had now vanished as if its flow had stopped.

Thor's attack was not over.

He transformed into the most terrifying lightning, relentlessly pursuing it like a leech.

The trident and Thor's hammer clashed once more, the two top-tier artifacts exploding with dazzling sparks.

I can't take it anymore!

The already damaged trident crumbled inch by inch before Shiva, following the patterns of ancient runes.

In his haste, Shiva unleashed eight avatars at once. Unfortunately, these avatars, their throats churning with Sanskrit chants, were repelled by Thor's destructive barrier of lightning.

Incarnations lacking sufficient divine power are like phantoms that can only bare their fangs and claws, completely unable to participate in this epic showdown of destructive power.

Just when things were at their most critical, Shiva’s third eye opened again.

Emerging from within were not only destructive flames powerful enough to shatter the heavens and earth, but also a terrifying illusion of destruction:

Thor's mind went blank for a moment, and he saw the roots of the World Tree in Jinlunga ablaze with flames. As he raised Mjolnir to do something, Jormungandr, perched on the World Tree's trunk, let out a dying roar. His limbs went numb, and he was unable to move. He could only watch helplessly as thousands upon thousands of roots, devoured by the poisonous dragon Nidhogg, struggled in the void.

This was supposed to be a terrifying scene, enough to tighten the throats of every viewer who witnessed the illusion of destruction.

Unfortunately, Thor, who had experienced countless battles, regained his senses in a very short time.

A second metallic clang echoed between him and Shiva.

This time, it was Shiva's longbow that suffered.

"Why do you..." Shiva asked half a sentence, then suddenly realized that his question was a bit redundant.

Shiva is not a god skilled in illusion. The illusion he just saw was less about deceiving Thor and more about demonstrating his determination to destroy Kinlunga.

"A respectable will, but it's a pity you know nothing of the power of King Lungar, or even my Father God!" Thor's hammer fell again.

Shiva's arm, which was attempting to form a mudra, suddenly twisted in an unusual way, and what leaked from between his fingers was no longer blazing flames, but divine blood mixed with flowing flames.

The violent lightning illuminated Shiva's deathly pale face, and in the third eye of the gods that once awed the three thousand worlds, only Thor's majestic and imposing divine body remained.

The final hammer blow fell!
The gods of India suddenly resonated with each other, and a terrible sense of unease arose within them.

Looking back suddenly!

Shiva, one of the three principal deities and a leading figure in the Hindu pantheon, has fallen!

Shiva was the first Trinity to fall, but certainly not the last.

The thousand-petaled lotus blooming beneath Brahma's feet danced in the turbulent winds stirred up by several world swords.

His four heads no longer recited the Vedas, which symbolize knowledge.

Because in the face of absolute violence, knowledge seems to lose its importance. Perhaps this in itself is a tragedy.

War is the simplest and most brutal way to destroy a culture.

"You're not chanting scriptures anymore? I'm finally free from this annoyance." The proud Gilgamesh stood with his hands on his hips, letting countless treasures and divine artifacts bombard Brahma in turn.

"Does destroying the cultures of other worlds make you so happy? That's all [knowledge]! Heirs of Sumer." Brahma sighed.

'Golden Glamour' shook his head: 'No! A backward culture will not necessarily be destroyed by a more powerful culture. But a backward world certainly will.'

Brahma's tone sounded like he was showing weakness: "Even if it's just for showing off our power, don't you consider preserving a copy of our pantheon's history?"

Gilgamesh refused: "Among the Aesir, how much of the history of the conquered is preserved is the Father God's business, and I am only responsible for making you become history."

"Ugh--"

Brahma's divine power had long since run out. He no longer resisted, allowing several world swords to pierce his body, sever his arms, and cut off his head.

As lotuses and blood rain fell simultaneously, Brahma's drooping eyelashes cast a compassionate shadow on his cheek.

Brahma and his peacock mount fell together, but the scorched earth where his soul dissipated suddenly bloomed with countless red spider lilies (flowers of the underworld), each petal engraved with this creation myth that might soon be forgotten by the universe.

Brahma attempted to leave something behind for this doomed pantheon in this way.

Unfortunately, his efforts were in vain.

With a single thought, Downs unleashed a surge of divine power that wiped all the red spider lilies from the earth.

An Angela Newman's soul corruption turned all mortals in the entire Fusang world into potential time bombs.

This world was promised to Towns by his men. He would never leave anything unresolved.

One after another, renowned Hindu gods have fallen.

Wind god Vayu, wine god Soma, sun god Surya, fire god Agni...

If they hold on to their place in the Indian world, they might be able to survive for a little longer.

With their divine power waning, they were like moths drawn to a flame, being killed one by one by the powerful Aesir gods.

Hera looked at Vishnu with admiration.

She was alright, but her excessively large brother Jormungandr had already suffered multiple injuries and had to step down to the sidelines.

At this moment, Hela confronted Vishnu, while not far behind them, Ereshkigal and Scáthach, the two gods of death, watched.

"Your followers are still chanting and praying, but it's no use." Hela's divine vision clearly saw that the Sanskrit chants rolling from the throats of millions of Indian believers transformed into power of faith, gathered into a beam, and shot towards this world. Unfortunately, all the power of faith was deflected by the world barrier controlled by the god-king Downs, dissipating into the empty chaotic universe, without even receiving the slightest echo.

Vishnu gripped his weapon tightly and shook his head: "This is not a reason for me to give up. If you truly pity me, then grant me a grand death!"

"it is good--"

Hela unleashed a raging storm in the Dark Sea, unique to Helheim. Within this sea, filled with the aura of death, lie countless terrifying faces, fallen in the war of the gods, their images frozen in time.

The face of a god!
Vishnu smiled: "The Aesir, who conquered countless pantheons? We... didn't lose unjustly!"

Vishnu laughed loudly as he was swallowed by the Dark Ocean.

(End of this chapter)