Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 352 The Liberator, Downs

Some begged for mercy, some cried out, some cursed, and in the end, all the Hindu gods met their demise in the siege of the Asgardians.

They may have once been high above, or perhaps they still have a clone in their own world waiting to be resurrected, but everyone knows it's meaningless now.

When it comes to genocide and conquest, the Aesir are professionals.

In order to kill Angela Newman, they were willing to destroy an entire Japanese world.

Where could the remaining Hindu gods escape?
Anyone with even a slight understanding of the war between gods would realize upon seeing this scene that the Indian pantheon is finished.

Its once-renowned reputation that swept across the so-called three thousand worlds, and its glorious achievements, have all vanished completely in this small world.

Let alone the famous Three-Phase God, even any ordinary god, if he and his subordinates were to enter a small world, would be able to wipe out more than a dozen minor gods.

However, even such a powerful Hindu pantheon was utterly defeated by the Aesir gods. From the start of the war to its end, it did not cause a ripple, nor did it find any chance of victory.

What do you mean by four heads and four arms?
That was nothing more than a clown dancing in the hands of the Aesir god-king Downs.

Indeed, this scene was not only for the Aesir gods to see, but Downs also thoughtfully brought along Amaterasu and a group of subjugated former Fusang subordinate gods, as well as broadcasting it live to the subordinate gods of the Hindu pantheon through mind projection.

Oh, and by the way, Towns also showed a video of the mind during the destruction of the Japanese world.

silence!

Deathly silence!

This is hardly a total wipeout.
Burying him in the ground wasn't enough! They even publicly desecrated his corpse, nailing it to the pillar of shame of the pantheon!
One is in the past, the other is in the present.

Even if all the gods of the Indian and Japanese pantheons were to be fully resurrected at this moment, no subordinate small world would dare to associate with them.

Slaying gods is not enough; one must also destroy their spirit!
That's terrifying!

After a brief period of calm, the divine consciousness of countless Indian subordinate world gods arrived, and their god-king personally came to express his surrender.

They were terrified that if they were even a step too slow, Towns would take his anger out on them and arbitrarily exterminate their entire clan and destroy their territory!

Towns wasn't bothered by these fence-sitters.

As the saying goes, you have to leave some survivors. If you do everything to the extreme, then no god will surrender anymore, and they will all resist to the bitter end.

Towns' dazzling golden armor slowly descended, and looking at the kneeling crowd of small world leaders below, he raised an eyebrow: "Do you all know your mistake?"

"We know, we know! We shouldn't have submitted to the traitor XXXX..." These small world god-kings cursed their former sect leader.

Towns glanced at Loki, who immediately understood. Loki stepped forward and shouted, "You bastards, you deserve to be wiped out! The first two who clashed with Kinlunga, why don't you cut off your own arms to atone for your sins?"

Those local tyrants were startled, and one of the quick-witted ones immediately and without hesitation chopped off his own arm.

Even a mortal breaking their arm is said to require a hundred days to heal. This is a divine body! The more powerful the divine body, the harder it is to heal; a broken arm is not so easily reattached.

The other, less astute, hesitated for a moment, but Downs's 'advice' had already been uttered: "Alas, how could this be? They have already pledged allegiance to the Aesir. Once they prove their loyalty, they will be true Aesir gods. Loki, do not underestimate them."

"I apologize, Your Majesty, it was my fault. I am willing to accept any punishment."

"Fine, you were just upholding the dignity of the Aesir. Just don't do it again."

He hesitated for just a moment, and the bandit king was now in despair.

Anyone with a brain knows this is a form of intimidation.

Incomplete allegiance is no allegiance at all. Proving loyalty? If you hesitate to cut off your own arm, then you're considered disloyal unless you're all wiped out.

Towns set the rules, and he certainly wouldn't contradict himself by overturning his own rules.

They won't raise your tax rate to 104% today and 125% tomorrow, but if you're courting disaster, Towns has plenty of ways to wipe out your entire family.

There's no way around it; a god-king from the Celestial Empire is just that volatile and ruthless.

Now, all the newly recruited leaders understood.

They kept kowtowing, and those who knew better even took the lead in giving up their royal titles, only asking to retain a position as a true god within the Aesir, which can be described as the most humble of all.

Only after this point did Towns let them go.

What followed was a massive purge of the Indian world.

For the sake of convenience in ruling, Odin at least left the third tier of Vaishyas. Downs' approach was even more ruthless than Odin's. With a casual remark, "annihilate all three tiers," he directly left only the lowest tier of native slaves, the Shudras.

Towns' actions, ironically, made the Shudras, the most populous of the three tribes, true liberators.

"Praise be to His Majesty the God-King Downs Paulson!"

"Long live your Majesty!"

When the Downs sent the divine messenger Hermod to announce the abolition of the old script and the adoption of runes in its place, millions of Shudras erupted in the loudest cheers.

"My God! His Majesty the God King is actually willing to teach us to read. He is so kind."

Upon hearing the deafening cheers from below, Towns' first reaction was one of bewilderment.

It took him several seconds to realize what he meant by abolishing writing. The Shudras were all illiterate; they couldn't even write their own names. These guys were blank slates. Before, they were forbidden from having knowledge, but now Towns was announcing a change in writing—it was a true revelation to them.

Moreover, Towns removed the mountain that had been weighing them down and abolished slavery, which meant that they had all become free people and would no longer be slaughtered at will by the three castes above them, and would never have to suffer again.

Towns' seemingly casual decisions allowed him to win over the hearts and minds of the people in an instant.

As for converting to Christianity, they'll listen to whoever makes their lives better.

The process went so smoothly that even the priests of the Assadins, who were used to teaching and indoctrinating, found it incredible.

They exhibit both servility towards the Shudras and a mastery of manipulating them, giving the impression that "whoever brings us Shudras a good life is our master."

In any case, the three million square kilometers of mature land is real, and the tens of millions of newly converted believers are also real.

Of course, there will never be a shortage of fanatics for the old gods.

In this barbaric era, there wasn't much room for persuasion. The most common methods were simple and brutal physical disappearance or hanging someone by the neck from a tree to make them grow taller.

Anyway, there are plenty of ordinary people willing to come and tear down the temple.

As mortals unearthed vast amounts of gold and silver treasures from temples and liberated countless young girls, the foundations of the old gods were destined to be completely uprooted.

It's over, it's all over.

This conflict, which affected all three pantheons, ended in an undisputed victory for the Aesir.

As for the process of merging and absorbing these defeated worlds, and allocating elements from the old Fusang world to the three realms of Akkad, Egypt, and Slavs, that's a long and arduous process.

(End of this chapter)