Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 375 Your armor is as soft as butter

Involution is a terrible thing.

When there is no growth in the world and all existence is forced to engage in a zero-sum game, the brutal fighting is terrifying beyond belief.

It's entirely conceivable what would happen in this internal strife between the Aesir, the race of giants, and the various surrendered races, primarily humans.

The Great Aesir under Downs' rule were able to perfectly avoid this problem, which ultimately came down to exaggerated increases in numbers.

In recent divine wars, Downs has annihilated the Mayan, Indian, and Fusang divine races. Firstly, these divine races are extremely unpalatable to him and incompatible with the existing policies of the Aesir divine race; secondly, without eliminating these people, Downs cannot meet the growing demand of his own base for divine power and divine positions.

Even after promoting six great god-kings and limiting the number of righteous gods appointed by their own children, and even restricting their divine duties to make them local deities, there were still nearly a hundred righteous gods.

These local divine positions not only effectively alleviated the conflicts among the various newly descended god races, but also, by dismantling their original pantheons according to interests, more effectively allowed the new gods to integrate into the Great Aesir god race.

Moreover, apart from Baldr, the other five god-kings are all beings of normal human form, making them more easily accepted by non-giant pantheons.

The key issue is that a huge amount of land remains to be developed.

The three landmasses of South America, India, and Japan cover a total area of ​​over 15 million square kilometers.

Even with large-scale immigration from places like Midgard and encouragement for bachelors who couldn't find wives to buy back slaves from the Maya and India, after half a century of extensive development, they still couldn't fully exploit the vast land and marine resources.

Conservative estimates suggest that, given the current level of agriculture, it will take approximately three hundred years before the population reaches saturation.

In a belief-based deification system, population is the inexhaustible source of divine power.

A rapidly developing, incremental world is always the one with the fewest contradictions.

This is why Towns can easily capture the hearts of demigods and mortal heroes from all walks of life.

Ultimately, it's about having hope!

Thus, a large group of demigods and mortal heroes, renowned in the myths and epics of various countries around the world, gathered in the world of Sri Lanka, waiting for their vanguard to ignite the powder keg in the Greek world.

At the same time, in the Hittite world, which was half abandoned.

A group of Greek heroes and their followers are drinking.

They held up wine glasses with a mix of red and black pottery styles, enjoying the slightly acidic wine.

"This wine tastes terrible."

"It'll have to do! This is just how the output of these small worlds is."

"Next time I'll take you to drink Asia Minor."

In the last great battle, almost every Greek warrior who went into battle benefited greatly.

Slaves are money, not to mention the many gold artifacts they plundered from the other side's world, which made the Greek soldiers very happy.

The original Greek world had long been divided up. Fortunately, the Hittites, the gods of this subordinate world, and most of the mortal nobles were wiped out, which allowed the Greek nobles to have enough new fiefdoms to grant to the meritorious soldiers.

Just as they were excitedly discussing whether another fat sheep would come knocking on their door, they were shocked to discover that what came knocking on their door might not be a fat sheep, but could be an even stronger robber.

"Enemy attack!"

Someone shouted something, and immediately the alarm bells throughout the camp rang out in unison.

[Spatial Cavity] Gambling Battles: A hundred years ago, the Greeks had absolutely no idea about this. Today, they consider themselves professionals.

The military camp was in an uproar.

The attendants rushed forward nervously to drape the noble Greek warrior in his armor.

The Greek warriors in this camp wore the Dipitheian breastplate, consisting of two copper plates covering the chest and back. The front plate was intentionally designed in a "muscular" style, combining aesthetics with practicality. It was also relatively easy to put on; the two copper plates only required four straps to be fastened at the shoulders and waist to complete the garment.

Their Cilician helmets were simple, consisting of just one set. These helmets often had brightly colored feathers on the top, an open face design to protect the top of the head and neck, and cheek plates. From the front, only a T-shape was visible, balancing visibility and ventilation.

The shield was also simple. The Aspis shield was a typical large round shield of ancient Greek warriors, usually made of wood and cowhide, with an inner bronze rim for reinforcement.

After donning the breastplate and helmet, and grabbing the spear and shield, there wasn't time to prepare the greaves, gloves, and cupplates.

As the son of Hercules, Hyros shouldn't have had an infinite lifespan. However, in this chaotic world, due to the expansion of the Greek world leading to the expansion of the Olympian gods, he successfully obtained the blood of a demigod. Now at 136 years old, he still looks like a young man.

Just as he was putting on his armor, helmet, and arm guard on his left wrist, his vision blurred.

A separate arena appeared before him.

The scorching sun baked the cracked earth, and a few withered trees stood not far away. The sky was cloudless.

All that was before him were noble knights in silver helmets and armor.

The enemy was unfamiliar to Xuros; he had never seen such armor before.

The unusual metallic texture and the beautiful, intricate carvings on the armor all proved that the other world's smelting technology seemed to be even superior to that of the Greek world.

Instead of launching a rash attack, the opponent saw that his armor was disheveled and took two steps back, sheathed his sword, and opened his right hand.

"I am Gawain, the Holy Knight under the command of the great knight Arthur Pandoragon! I do not kill the unprepared. You may don your armor. Then let us begin a grand and fair duel!"

Even though Xu Luosi couldn't understand Gawain's language, a kind of divine power, similar to "language proficiency," was bestowed upon him, allowing him to clearly understand the meaning of every word Gawain spoke.

Xu Luosi nodded, and cautiously created some distance. He then planted his spear in the ground and slowly picked up the greaves and gloves that the servant hadn't had time to put on him, and put them on one by one.

Only when everything was ready did he step forward and strike the bronze shield with the shaft of his spear, producing a clear and resonant sound.

"You are a true warrior. Hyros, son of Hercules, salutes you!"

"Gao Wen." Gao Wen nodded and announced his name again, then drew his sword again and assumed a fighting stance.

This should have been a close battle.

The Greeks, their toes barely touching the ground, leaped high into the air carrying bronze equipment weighing dozens of kilograms.

In Shuroth's mind, his bronze shield would be enough to protect him from any attack. He could use his mobility to overwhelm Gawain, whose armor appeared to be very heavy, and engage in close combat, a style he excelled at.

To his surprise, he saw a flash of cold light.

Then the world spun around him, and he saw his own two hairy legs.

Huh?
Gawain's icy face was upside down in Xu Luosi's field of vision: "You and your armor are as soft as cream!"

(End of this chapter)