Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 369 We don't need to worry about Odin

Odin, and indeed all the gods of the Neo-Mayan pantheon, truly felt what it meant to be "fuckedly terrified."

One moment it's "800,000 vs. 600,000, the advantage is in my hands," the next second it's "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Years of savings lost in a single day.

War is such an exciting thing.

Odin's eyes were as red as a rabbit's, and his clenched fists trembled uncontrollably.

This god-king was a man of the world, and he knew that his Mayan gods were far inferior to the Aesir, not to mention the old Aesir, they couldn't even match the new Aesir with their mortal bodies. But he didn't know that the gap between his new Mayan gods and the main force of the opposing Greek pantheon would be so vast.

It’s over! All is lost!

A car overturned, a Greek dream come true!
The fantasy of dominating a region!

At this moment, everything was like a beautiful soap bubble, brutally burst.

The entire Neo-Mayan pantheon only had about fifty deities, and suddenly a quarter of them were gone. Don't forget, in a pantheon, even including support deities like the plague god, the deities skilled in combat generally don't exceed half. Often, the majority are deities associated with love, marriage, and health.

It seems that gods like the Asgardians, who are born with two or three times the height of mortals and several times the physical strength, are already an anomaly.

This time, it can be said that all combat-type gods, except for Odin, are doomed.

Looking around below the throne, his subordinates looked like wilted eggplants, all of them far from their arrogance of a few days ago.
Not to mention the few Polynesian and Hittite gods who had recently been forced to surrender. They bowed their heads, appearing extremely submissive, but their inner turmoil was practically written all over their faces.

Odin knew very well that if he didn't do something, the pantheon he had painstakingly built would fall apart.

"Hmph!" Odin snorted coldly, causing all the gods beneath him to shudder.

First a shock, then a delight!

Because they saw the light of confidence in their own god-king's eyes.

Odin's disdainful gaze was both a lash that lashed them out and a glimmer of hope.

It's very simple. If Odin really isn't confident, then this new Mayan pantheon is doomed.

"You can't even handle a mere outer realm war god... Of course I could kill that guy easily. But what good would it do? You bunch of trash would have completely disgraced me."

The more powerful Odin became, the happier these new Mayan gods were—it proved that their leader still had some leverage!

"Your Majesty, what's next..." Death Apche looked on expectantly.

He was injured this time too, losing a clone to which he had invested a significant portion of his divine soul, and he was quite pained by it. But no matter how painful it was, given enough time, he could still recover. His only fear was that there would be no hope left.

Odin coldly glanced at the somewhat loyal henchman, Death: "Hmph! With your level of skill, you dare to dream of independence? Fine, just hold your ground for now, and leave the rest to the Aesir! As for that Ares, if he dares to come, I'll kill him!"

The New Mayan gods were both happy and saddened upon hearing this.

The good news is that they still have the Aesir as a backup. The bad news is that from now on, independence is out of the question.

Hi!
This is the law of the divine realm!
If you're being 'kept' by God Emperor Downs, then don't even talk about divine independence.

Obey and kowtow; be a dog if you must.

Their only stroke of luck was that their own god-king was the younger brother of the Asaph Emperor, so there was still some old affection between them.

It's still better than joining forces with that extremely arrogant Ares on the other side, right?

As for the old Mayan gods, there was another concern: aligning themselves with the Aesir meant clashing with the Slavic gods of Perun, who had once served as their slave gods. Even though it was the Aztec gods who mistreated Perun and Shiva, without Mayan dominance, how could the Aztecs have been so arrogant?
After stepping down, Apche could only lament to his old friends, "Alas! I hope His Majesty Odin and His Majesty Downs have a good relationship. Otherwise, we're in trouble."

In any case, Odin has temporarily stabilized the situation in the world of Sri Lanka.

Well, for now. That night, Odin pretended to be completely calm, but nervously used his divination magic to send messages in a dream.

Sure enough, Towns received it.

Oh? Let me see...

"Pfft!" Towns really couldn't hold back.

I thought Odin's side was finally going to rise up and pull off something big.

Who knew he'd poop a huge one?
Ares, is this guy really that powerful?

Honestly, Towns thinks Ares wouldn't even make the top ten in the Greek pantheon.

Don't talk about how Typhon, the Titans, or other older figures could deal with him. Among Zeus's contemporaries, there were plenty of others who could handle Ares.

Ares really pulled off a big move against that bunch of noobs from Maya?
This is like a group of 'warriors' who claim to be able to 'kill a lion' before going into battle, only to be brutally beaten by a lion dog as soon as they arrive.

The contrast created a strong comedic effect.

Towns chuckled, causing Amaterasu, who was helping to maintain the World Stick below, to raise her head unusually: "Your Majesty, is there something that makes you happy?"

"Hehe, there really is."

"Congratulations, Your Majesty." With that, Amaterasu lowered her head softly again.

Through the almost transparent veil and haori covering Amaterasu's body, Downs could sense the various beauties of this Fusang goddess-king.

Honestly, Towns was initially wary of her making advances.

On that day, Nadeshiko asked for nothing in return and served him gently and softly for half a century. Downs accepted her quintessential Nadeshiko personality.

However, as a time traveler from the Celestial Empire, Tang Si would never allow the Fusang pantheon to have a chance to rise again.

Sigh! Come to think of it, I wish my foolish brother was even a tenth as worry-free as her.

The current Odin is both bad at the game and loves to play around.

He doesn't have the destiny of a god-king, but he insists on acting like one.

If Odin had accumulated resources to this level earlier, he might have been a hidden formidable rival. Now it's all too late.

Odin went so far as to serve as a scout for his Downs, even as a tea server, which, to put it bluntly, was just a fuss.

However, after settling their karmic ties, Downs didn't really take Odin seriously.

Odin's unwavering belief that Downs would save him was wishful thinking.

Perhaps it was because I portrayed myself as the perfect older brother that Odin developed unrealistic fantasies, believing that I would endlessly tolerate a traitor.

Ha ha!

After Downs finished applying the face mask for Amaterasu, he leisurely dressed under the care of Maeve and Shiva before informing Brunhilde to send a report on the information about the world of Lilanka to all the core deities.

A notification is different from an emergency summons. The core gods don't have to come. They can simply read it without replying, or even ignore it at night.

It wasn't until the morning court session the following day that the core gods gathered in the Silver Palace hall in a strange manner.

Towns cut to the chase: "We don't need to worry about Odin, we just need to prepare at our own pace."

(End of this chapter)