Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 370 Unauthorized Expectations, Unauthorized Breakdown of Defense

Downs's words reassured the gods.

His own divine emperor remains as rational as ever, always prioritizing the interests of the world of Jinlunga and the Aesir gods.

亚瑟、弗雷等神更是有种莫名的感动——陛下疼爱着自己的弟弟，可为了大业，他还是忍着心痛，任由奥丁被胖揍……

Downs had no idea that these benevolent gods were thinking so much; he was just a little puzzled as to why they were looking at him strangely.

Over here, the God-Kings were called upon one by one by Downs to give their opinions.

Gilgamesh spoke first: "Father God's approach is correct. With the mutated star sector separating the two worlds, they will not enter a true state of final war. Even if we rush there now, it will not determine the outcome. It is better to proceed according to the previous plan."

The King of Gods nodded.

Most of the core deities were involved in the long and tedious war against Egypt.

The key point is not the length of time, but the frustrating feeling of having power but nowhere to use it under the constraints of the star field.

The situation of only having a chance to contact someone once every one or two months, and not even being able to send a deity to fight, was truly torturous.

Catherine followed up, saying, "Father God, I have already issued a divine decree, instructing those lazybones to speed up the production of military equipment."

Fifty years without a major war, the gods, with their almost infinite lifespans, are doing well, but many mortal kingdoms have become lax in their military preparedness.

There's no way around it; maintaining weapons and equipment requires costs.

Whether it's the bowstring, the fletching of the arrow, the armor, or even the new weapons that Downs has created by climbing the tech tree, every single one of them requires careful maintenance.

Ordinary weapons cannot be preserved for half a century in this era.

Various forms of elimination are inevitable.

In the mortal realm, every elimination and change of attire requires money.

The key point is that the Aesir do not encourage wars between mortal kingdoms.

We neither encourage nor oppose it, but there is a limit.

The king's flag changes on the city walls, that's acceptable.

Slaughtering the city after the initial attack is unacceptable.

The faith of mortals is the source of faith for most of the divine race. Those gods who rely on faith for their livelihood cannot accept a sharp drop in the number of their followers.

If any mortal causes too much trouble, divine punishment will arrive immediately.

In an environment where even the god of war, Tyr, doesn't deliberately encourage war, the borders of many mortal kingdoms have remained unchanged since their founding.

The poor state of military preparedness is unavoidable.

In fact, when Odin first sent a message in a dream, Downs deliberately provoked a small-scale war among the mortal kingdoms.

Military training and warfare are important, but there needs to be a limit.

Otherwise, mortals would not feel tense, nor would they have an urgent need to pray, thus increasing the divine power relative to the gods.

Now that Odin's forces have suffered a setback, he wants to drag the Aesir into the fray as soon as possible. How could Downs possibly do as Odin wishes?
In response to Catherine's suggestion, Downs nodded: "Here's what we'll do. Inform all mortals in the world that I will consider erasing the royal family of the kingdom with the worst military preparedness in each small world."

"hiss--"

Several core deities gasped in shock.

It wasn't because His Majesty the Divine Emperor was ruthless, but because of his wisdom.

For the ruling class, many things are insignificant as long as the knife doesn't fall on their own heads. But when the gleaming blade of divine punishment is held to their throats, that's a different story.

One can imagine the kings would frantically pressure their generals and nobles. This created the bizarre situation where the top commanded 1, the middle management increased it to 2, and the grassroots organizers quickly raised it to 4.

This kind of top-down pressure is definitely more effective than a high-ranking deity directly issuing orders.

Ultimately, even if a mere few hundred gods could communicate with five hundred believers at the same time, managing over a hundred million people across 27 small worlds would still be too troublesome.

Meanwhile, Towns and his team were preparing for the battle methodically, which was tough on Odin.

Odin is now in an awkward situation: he can't stand on his own, and he wants to join forces but can't. He knows Downs knows his situation. Downs also knows he knows the situation of the Aesir. Downs is the type who "reads but doesn't reply."

There were no promises, not even a response.

This really fascinated Odin.

He might even be happy if Towns called him a "stupid little brother".

Because this proves that his older brother still cares about him.

The worst thing is to ignore it completely.

This proves the saying that true despair is not when the other person yells at you, but when you forget them.

Just as he got up, Apche's lackeys squatted at the gate of his palace, all smiles, and came up to him with a fly-like rubbing of their hands: "Your Majesty, what did the Asgardians say?"

Odin was incredibly embarrassed, but his face remained impassive: "What follows is just a small-scale battle between those below the god level. Do we really expect the Aesir to deploy their main forces ahead of time?"

“Your Majesty is right.” Apche and the others were relieved.

Events seem to be unfolding just as Odin predicted.

Faced with the disruption from the mutated star system, and given the periodic, small-scale engagements, the Greek pantheon couldn't commit its divine-level forces. Therefore, the tactic of [projecting spatial cavities for low-level combat] reappeared.

Strange occurrences have been reported from all over Sri Lanka.

A large chunk of the mountain here has been cut away, and a large section of the forest over there has been shaved off.

Reports of our own strongmen lying dead in the streets kept coming.

Odin finally caught a glimpse of something unusual and used his divine power to forcefully peer inside, only to see:

A massive bronze shield, carrying immense power, crashed down, instantly shattering the Mayan warrior's tiger claw-patterned shield. The Mayan managed to parry with his obsidian spear, but the Greek's bronze arm armor swept across, not only knocking the Mayan warrior's spear away but also shattering three of his ribs—the sound of cracking bones mingling with the earth's rumble exploded in the crimson dust.

The Mayan warrior felt a sweet taste in his mouth, and a spell rolled from his throat. Twelve streams of blood mist condensed into phantom jaguars that pounced.

Who knew that the Greek giant would shatter the ground with a single stomp, and his bronze spear would unleash a burst of blazing white light, instantly vaporizing the jaguar illusion.

Undeterred, the Mayan warrior abandoned his shield, grabbed a dagger, and launched another attack with his right-hand short spear.

As the Greek swung his shield to deflect the short spear, the edge of the bronze shield precisely caught the Mayan's wrist armor. The mysterious Greek warrior's biceps bulged suddenly, tearing the enemy's entire left arm out of its socket. Before the enemy could even utter a shrill scream, a knee strike powerful enough to shatter a lion's head had already smashed his jaw, sending seven bloodied teeth flying and embedding them in a nearby stone pillar.

As the Mayan hero staggered backward, he brandished his short spear, attempting to force his enemy back. But the enemy had already leaped into the air, and the phantom of a Greek god appeared on the wide, short, and unusual bronze dagger. The next second, the bronze sword pierced precisely through the gap between the Mayan hero's helmet and breastplate, piercing his neck with deadly force.

The outcome is decided!

The Greek giant severed the head of the Mayan hero, held it high, and laughed wildly.

"Hahaha! Is this all the heroes of the Neo-Mayan gods are capable of?" Sensing Odin's gaze, he met it head-on without flinching: "I am Ajax, son of Orius—remember my name! False King!"

(End of this chapter)