Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 365 First Contact

time flies.

Fifty years have passed since the last battle between the three major world clusters.

Although not entirely certain, Odin vaguely sensed that his world of Lilanka seemed to have entered a colossal, illusory orbit, constantly spinning around.

Odin had no evidence, but he trusted his intuition more.

Until this day, as if receiving some signal, the world of Sri Lanka was passively accelerated, circling a huge arc and heading in one direction.

Odin cast his divine vision and saw the ocean currents of the chaotic universe, carrying almost dark purple vortexes, surging forward, grinding many celestial debris or fragments of dimensional landmasses into dust.

Temperatures outside the world began to rise, whether due to the heat generated by the world's rapid movement or because this region of the star system was inherently hot.

Odin sensed it and realized that if a mortal were standing on the inside of the world barrier, their skin would likely be scalded by the intense heat emanating from the other side, causing tiny beads of blood to form.

By projecting one's divine sense to a more distant place, one can 'see' shattered ice crystal clouds floating in the chaotic void further away.

Odin was a little hungry.

Only those who have truly been the ruler of a realm will know that water is a rare commodity in this chaotic universe.

After all, the ocean currents of the chaotic universe carry billions of stardust fragments, and Odin controls the sky of this world, which is also the spatial barrier here. If he wanted to, he could easily filter out some suitable earth elements from these fragments to use as the foundation of the continents in this world.

Water and fire elements are indeed quite scarce.

For a moment, Odin had the idea of ​​changing the course of the world.

He quickly gave up, because he suddenly realized that those ice crystal clouds were not pure, but rather the embodiment of some broken law. Each water element crystal likely contained the echo of a fallen ancient god.

As the world continued to advance, Odin was surprised to discover that this was very likely the core region of this chaotic universe.

Completely different from what he had imagined, he had thought there would be some terrifying spacetime vortex here that could tear apart the small world, or countless void mayflies that would spew out from the cracks and attack his world madly, or that he would encounter some giant sun-like celestial body that would explode into millions of hissing liquid fireballs that would crash into his world.

Nothing at all!

Only gradually regularized energy flows weave a fine silver net among the stellar remains.

This is a very basic web of laws.

Odin felt that, given enough divine power and time, he could even transform these energy networks into lines of law, reshaping the entire star field into whatever he desired.

Crucially, as the chaotic turbulence dissipated, the perception range of this star field increased significantly.

The fact that Odin could perceive the scenery thousands of miles away with a mere glance of his divine sense was so exaggerated that even Odin and his gods were quite unaccustomed to it.

“Your Majesty, this is…” Apche asked.

"This is probably the end of the battle between the gods—the final battlefield."

Odin was right. Unless a god-king possesses a unique ability to counter-surveillance, the smaller side of the world is destined to suffer greatly when both sides are completely exposed.

It's so embarrassing.

Through his aggressive and militaristic tactics, his Sri Lankan world is now capable of fighting against ordinary worlds.

There is no hope of dealing with a massive pantheon.

The key is that the view is so wide that there's nowhere to hide.

Fortunately, Odin made a surprising discovery—it wasn't noticeable from a distance, but when he got closer, he saw that they were actually huge grids.

Just as they encountered on their way here, there was a section of ocean current where several ocean currents converged. Before the convergence, a large number of impassable star fields blocked direct contact between different worlds.

It seems there's a similar situation now. There's a large star sector ahead that's inaccessible in the normal world. Sending avatars or demigod-level powerhouses might be possible, but for a god to go there in person would definitely be a loss.

Odin quickly ordered, "Let's go over there and wait to see what appears on the 'other side'."

Odin did not have to wait long; about a week later, he received a world group of considerable size.

“This…” Odin didn’t finish his sentence; his men were already starting to back down.

It's not Apuch's fault.

The two worlds are vastly different in size.

The size of the opposing world is probably no less than that of the last world they saw, the Jinlunga world.

This overwhelming feeling of powerlessness is just like when they first broke away from the Maya!

"Your Majesty, what should we do?"

Odin pulled Apche aside and said in a deep voice, "My surname is Paulson!"

Suddenly, the gods were at peace.

Time can indeed fade many things.

Apche and his people certainly hated the Aesir, the triad of Native American gods, to some extent.

The past is the past.

This is now.

Since their own god-king is surnamed Paulson, what is there to worry about?
There's nothing shameful about bowing down to Towns.

When Apche told his old friends, they calmed down.

In the new pantheon, the Mayan Old Gods, who form the core, remain calm, as do the new gods who have returned victorious from the chaos.

With a single gesture from Odin, the gods understood perfectly.

In the empty universe, without the turbulent chaos interfering with perception and vision, the rapid approach of the Sri Lankan world also attracted the attention of the other side.

In a small world opposite, the ocean god Canalloa was surrounded by enormous ocean currents that flowed around his body like serpents.

He frowned: "There's only one medium-sized world on the other side? If this is what they call the finals, then it's truly laughable."

The god-man Tanner said solemnly, "No matter what, they are the enemy. Send envoys to persuade them to surrender, and at the same time inform His Majesty Zeus!"

"Yes--"

Despite being separated by an impassable mutated cosmic sector, this minor pantheon still managed to send out messengers through the gaps.

Two avatars of a deity meet in the universe.

"I am the supreme vanguard of the Aesir gods—Yom Kax the Cloud God!"

"I am the ruler of the universe—Kanaloa of the Polynesian pantheon, a subsidiary of the Greek pantheon!"

After a brief self-introduction, both sides made similar declarations in different languages:

"In the name of the god-king Zeus, I command you! Surrender to us immediately, or face certain death!"

After they finished speaking, there was a brief moment of stunned silence between them.

They can't reach an agreement?
Then hit!
Might makes right!

The divine power that erupted when their envoys clashed easily attracted the attention of their respective leaders.

Odin didn't hesitate: "Kill them!"

Polynesia in this universe is just an insignificant little world. For some unknown reason, it unfortunately encountered the Greek world and was defeated by Ares, the god of war, without any chance to fight back, and was subsequently incorporated into the Greek world.

If Polynesia were in Towns' memory, it would be the myth of islands and archipelagos in the South Pacific, such as Hawaii and New Zealand, something low-class.

How could they withstand Odin's fierce army?
The Polynesian world has become a tragedy.

(End of this chapter)