Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 362 The Coronation of the God Emperor (Part 2)

The second unit is the Valkyries.

These beautiful demigodesses, wearing winged helmets and riding winged horses, flew slowly across the avenue at an almost hovering speed.

Today, Valkyries are no longer limited to being selected from the kingdoms of Midgard. Powerful mortal women from various smaller worlds are chosen to become handmaidens of the God-Emperor, granted divine power, and attain demigod status.

Furthermore, it even brings the total to 108!

The third force was a pure-blooded Aesir led by the archer Yul.

They consider themselves the cornerstone of the Aesir gods, and now they have branched out and produced many demigods with considerable power.

Further on, there were troops of Warner and Celtic descent...

Teams from different worlds and with different attributes, led by their respective god-kings, and dressed in armor with completely different styles, marched in formation along the main road.

"Ah! That's His Majesty Gilgamesh!"

"That's Her Majesty Catherine..."

Each formation elicited wave after wave of enthusiastic cheers and worship from the spectators.

Even though they had been told from the beginning that these were all incarnations of His Majesty the God-King, there was no doubt that this was the closest they, who considered themselves lowly mortals, had ever been to the lofty deities.

After this day, this will become their lifelong topic of conversation, passed down by word of mouth through their descendants and friends, forever.

In fact, the gods had a debate about whether or not deities should appear before mortals.

Some deities believe they are born noble and should remain aloof and maintain their majesty and mystery.

Some believe that these are chosen fanatics who should have their fervent desires fulfilled in order to facilitate the spread of the faith.

Finally, Downs made the decision—the Aesir are not all elemental gods. Since the majority of the gods rely on the power of faith, they should all be treated equally and presented openly to mortal observers.

There is no such broken rule as "one cannot look directly at a god" among the Aesir gods.

Thus, mortals were incredibly happy to see the true faces of the gods.

In order to let them see clearly, even the god-kings did not use divine light to conceal their appearances, and they tried their best to suppress the divine power fluctuations of their clones so as not to harm mortals.

Countless ordinary people were overwhelmed by this sudden feeling of happiness and fainted on the spot from the sweetness.

Prayers, screams after worship, and sounds of repentance—a variety of noisy but real sounds—formed the main theme of this military parade.

After the gods and kings of all realms and their armies passed by, the world swords made their grand entrance.

Although Heimdall had long ago used his divine power to construct a barrier of divine power between the viewing platform and the Divine Emperor's Road, mortals could still clearly feel the surging elemental energy overflowing as these divine swords slowly flew through the air.

Not only did they experience elemental clashes, but they also 'saw' scenes from the past through the spiritual energy overflowing from the divine sword's soul.

For example, when the Sword of Jotunheim flew by, everyone not only saw Ymir, the progenitor of the frost giants, fall, but also saw fate condense an ice crystal crown on Downs' head.

It was the once-barbaric Downs, clad in animal skins, who cleaved the eternal night with elemental flames, inscribing the name of the Aesir gods in runes on the annals of Kinlunga.

The Muspelheim Sword flew by, reflecting the image of Surtur's flaming greatsword, the progenitor of the fire giants, cutting through the boundary of the world.

In the spiritual ripples emanating from the Sword of Vanaheim, people witnessed the fierce battle between the golden armor of the Aesir gods and the Vanir gods, and hallucinated the clanging sounds of the golden armor colliding with divine weapons.

However, the divine power unleashed by all the divine swords, and the resulting memories of light and shadow, were nothing more than stepping stones for this soon-to-be-crowned new God Emperor to move from one victory to another.

No divine sword's brilliance is worthy to compare with His Majesty the Divine Emperor's radiance.

All the glory has been transformed into the annals of time recorded in runes, merging with the many world projections floating in the light, which are pierced by the roots of the World Tree.

This is a glorious history, but also a brutal record. Only the most discerning will notice the faint, blood-red sheen that glistens along this road symbolizing victory.

Just then, the atmosphere stirred.

The entire world of Jinlunga resounded with the loudest world music in celebration, welcoming His Majesty the Divine Emperor's arrival.

The sky split in two, and golden rays of light fell from the dome, shining directly at the intersection of the Rainbow Bridge and the starting point of the Divine Emperor's Avenue.

A magnificent golden figure, as tall as three people, appeared, riding a gigantic divine horse!
A long, red cloak with gold trim draped from the giant's shoulder armor down to the golden bricks on the avenue.

Countless runes danced around him, each emitting a unique light characteristic of its own small world.

Two branches of the World Tree seemed to be protecting it, stretching rapidly along the sidewalks on both sides of the avenue.

In the sky, the Valkyrie riding a silver winged horse and three thousand heroic spirits simultaneously struck their shields with their weapons, letting out the most fervent battle roars to welcome the arrival of their supreme God-Emperor.

Strange phenomena continued to appear in the sky, with different elements and smaller worlds throughout the entire Jinlunga world expressing their congratulations to the God-Emperor in this way.

The messenger Helmut called out the names aloud:

"His Majesty Emperor Downs Paulson, the supreme ruler of the twenty-seven worlds, the destroyer and conqueror of all realms, the creator of life and soul, culture and civilization—has arrived!"

Involuntarily, from ordinary mortals to high-ranking deities, even the most noble god-kings, they surged like a human wave, following the 'waves,' and prostrated themselves in worship.

As Towns rode his divine steed, Asgard, and looked at his kneeling subordinates and offspring in his field of vision, he was suddenly filled with emotion.

"I've finally made it this far!"

There is only progress, no retreat.

If I do not become emperor, then the enemy will invade my emperor.

From the moment he was reborn into Kinlunga, Towns knew that this was a path of no return.

Looking back, a century has passed in a flash.

It seems I'm doing quite well?
Towns' lips curled up slightly.

The divine horse beneath him strode steadily, step by step, toward the Golden Palace.

Every step it takes is a giant leap for the world.

Perhaps in another hundred years, we will be able to promote even more things in this world.

Perhaps it will mark the beginning of the steam age, or the coexistence of gods and technology.

There are so many things we can do.

Unfortunately, without the proper title, how can I, if I do not become the God Emperor, possibly contend with 'that one' in the future?

Towns couldn't help but smile at the thought.

"Tap Tap!"

The divine horse finally stopped in front of the golden platform in front of the Golden Palace.

Towns dismounted and walked straight up the nine-story platform.

Along the way, he passed his subjects, the pantheons he conquered, and the six great god-kings who bowed their heads, finally arriving at the altar on the high platform. He picked up the elemental crown composed of the four elements and placed it on his head.

(End of this chapter)