Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 361 The Coronation of the God Emperor (Part 1)

ten years!

For the gods, this was both a long and a short period of time.

With the six god-kings taking office.

The entire world of Kinlunga entered a strange state of longing and turmoil.

Because what follows is the ceremony where Towns ascends to the throne as God Emperor!
The entire preparation process also took exactly ten years!
As the coronation day approaches, pre-coronation activities are becoming increasingly frequent in the various smaller worlds under Jinlunga's control.

Every village, no matter how remote, will be visited by wandering poets.

There was no other way; the god of poetry, Bragi, gave his followers a death order: the glory of the god-emperor Downs must spread to every corner of the world, so that every intelligent being would understand his greatness.

As a result, you could see people everywhere carrying simple musical instruments, such as homemade harps, lutes, or vivors. Most surprisingly, due to a shortage of manpower, even apprentices who had only been learning for a few days had to go out and work, belting out their poros.

For Bragi, Odin's son, the last twenty years have been the most glorious period of his life. By writing numerous poems to praise his cousins, he has finally redeemed himself and somewhat salvaged his tarnished reputation.

No, actually it's that the old gods don't care about him, and the new gods don't know him.

He himself was most afraid of Towns' purge. After years of keeping a low profile, he finally got a chance to use his strengths and "choose sides firmly".

"Legend has it that in the beginning of the world of Kinlunga, the mighty first Aesir god-king Paul fell in love at first sight with the giantess Bestra. After a friendly exchange, they fell in love and eventually gave birth to the great god-king, His Majesty Downs Paulson..."

"His Majesty the God-King is exceptionally brave. He could tear apart a giant with his bare hands at the age of three and killed Ymir, the progenitor of the Frost Giants, at the age of five."

"Back then, Ymir was taller than a mountain, and could freeze the entire ocean, as big as Vanaheim, in an instant with a single breath."

"His Majesty Downs unleashed his divine power, condensing a thousand feet of golden light that transformed into a divine sword piercing the heavens, beheading Ymir with a single strike..."

Ahem, the bard's boastful singing is only correct in its result. As for the process, after so much 'artistic embellishment,' even Downs would blush to hear it.

He couldn't correct these guys yet, because later on, he really did have the fighting power to do so.

The preparations for the bards alone lasted for several years.

A year before the coronation ceremony, a sapling of the World Tree was planted in the central square of every town with a population of over 10,000.

Every Sunday, as the sun rises, dew drips from the tender branches, forming a huge water curtain that is three stories high and two carriages wide.

Within the water screen, the story of His Majesty Towns Paulson will be played on a loop:

From the seven days of creation to the fierce battle against the Vanir gods, then to the passage of Ragnarok, and then to various external wars involving the Celts, Sumerians, Egyptians, Akkadians, Mayans, Fusang, and the Indian subcontinent—these vividly illustrated mental projections are, for ignorant mortals, the best movie clips.

One cycle takes at least half a day.

But the public was completely captivated by it.

If it weren't limited to Sunday broadcasts, people could probably spend their days watching these documentaries without watching anything else.

Because the Aesir were a typical polytheistic people, and it was stipulated that every temple must first place an image of Tangs, Tangs had recently acquired so much divine power through his faith and deification that it was almost on par with any of the natural forces of wind, water, or sky.

After a full decade of anticipation, the day that everyone had been waiting for, the day that hundreds of millions of people had been longing for, has finally arrived.

On this day, not only will all large towns and above have mortal settlements broadcast live via telepathic projection, but Asgard will also thoughtfully select several lucky believers from each settlement to cross the Rainbow Bridge to the Asgardian realm and witness His Majesty the Emperor's coronation ceremony from afar.

"Long live the Divine Emperor!"

"Praise be to His Majesty Paulson—" "May the world of King Lunga triumph forever—"

The Great Square of Asgard, which leads out from the Rainbow Bridge, has been completely transformed over the past century. Now, for the coronation ceremony, twenty tiers of stone viewing platforms have been set up on the east and west sides of the square to ensure that every mortal who attends can witness the majesty of His Majesty the God-Emperor.

From the outer perimeter to the inner side, heroic spirits holding silver tower shields line both sides of the avenue, standing in neat rows, separating mortals from the avenue.

From early morning, floats continuously passed by the reviewing stand, carrying dancers or actors in elaborate costumes performing dances and operas from different worlds. Each float represented a different military achievement of the Emperor.

The warm-up act ended with the guardian deity Heimdall blowing the Galar horn.

"Oooo!"

"It's starting, it's starting—"

The crowd cheered at the top of their lungs, singing praises to Towns's name.

The sky, the earth, the water, the flowing wind... all the elements stirred gently.

"Hoohoo!"

"Buzz!"

The whole world echoed the thunderous cheers of hundreds of millions of people with an ancient voice.

The sky above Jinlunga was bathed in the glow of countless stars, and flames suddenly leaped several meters high from the ever-burning golden braziers on both sides of the avenue.

One after another, the phantom souls of world-class behemoths appeared, sweeping across the sky above the Divine Emperor's Avenue.

From Kraken to Fenrir to Yamata no Orochi...

The atmosphere reached its first mini-climax as the enormous head of the Mortal Serpent, Jormungandr, rose high from beside the Rainbow Bridge.

The enormous head naturally elicited gasps of astonishment from mortals.

The snake narrowed its eyes in satisfaction at the crowd's reaction.

"That's the sacred beast Jormungandr!"

The title of "Holy Beast" made Jormungandr feel that all his long hours of work had been worthwhile.

The appearance of the mortal serpent was like the starting gun for the military parade.

The first army to set foot on the Golden Road was none other than the Frost Giants.

The moment Loki and his giant army, clad in golden helmets and armor, stepped onto the God Emperor's Road, it seemed as if the entire Asgard trembled with thunder.

With each step the frost giant took, icy mist seeped from the gaps in his armor, as if a replay of Fimbulwinter had occurred.

Even though the Earth God Geb had already used divine magic to prevent the vibrations from reaching the viewing platform, the visible impact of the giant's strides still left the mortal spectators speechless with shock, only able to instinctively shout and scream to vent their excitement.

Giants were the foundation upon which the Aesir stood; it was with the support of the giants that they were able to defeat Ymir and establish the Aesir.

Towns' decision to send this most visually striking unit to the front must have been driven by a specific purpose.

(End of this chapter)