Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 389 Very good, very energetic!
Downs' words silenced the core deities, including the Son of God.

"When the Aesir first emerged, what nobility did they possess? Just ask your grandparents; back then, we were nothing more than a bunch of savages who ate raw meat and drank blood. We had nothing but our bodies and our intellect. Even your grandmother was someone your grandfather had to snatch back from us."

The gods below burst into good-natured laughter.

"Grandpa simply built a wooden house, and then I came into being, then Odin came into being, then Willie came into being..."

Downs's casual mention of the taboo name "Odin" caused a slight silence to fall over the atmosphere. Among the entire Aesir, only he and a few elders could do such a thing.

"What happened next can be found in the murals. I have been very restrained in controlling the priests below, preventing them from overly embellishing the deeds of our people."

As Towns said this, many of the old gods nodded slightly.

The Aesir have experienced far too much, from their initial establishment in Kinlunga to their rise to the pinnacle of this chaotic universe. Even setting aside their divine status, their legendary status alone is worthy of being sung in great detail.

The growth of the gods was not only a series of military victories, but also the result of a series of great reforms carried out by the god-emperor Tang Si, who reconciled the relationships between the various divine races.

It can be said that both civil administration and military achievements are indispensable.

Ironically, this hybrid child, whose father was not particularly intelligent and whose mother was known for her dullness, managed to elevate the Aesir to a level that would otherwise have been impossible, thanks to his wisdom and strength surpassing even the gods.

This is truly a miracle!
"The divine power brought by the four elements is limited. If we rely solely on the divine power brought by the elements and their byproducts, a pantheon can only have about twenty gods. Any more elemental gods would merely be dividing up the existing divine power. What truly elevates the upper limit of a great world are the mortals that many gods despise. It is precisely because of the power of faith that a divine race can support hundreds of gods in different sub-domains, each without interfering with the others."

"The world nurtures mortals, and mortals support the gods; the gods expand the world, nurturing even more mortals; it's a pie that keeps getting bigger and bigger!"

Do you understand what I'm saying?

At this point in Downs's speech, the group of divine children gained a deeper understanding and bowed respectfully.

"I have learned a lot, Father God!"

The divine children had no choice but to take it seriously.

On the surface, having become god-kings, they should have reached the pinnacle of advancement and therefore lack any motivation to work. In reality, however, each god-king represents the interests of a group of gods, and this is a power struggle among various factions of gods.

It has nothing to do with loyalty; it's simply a struggle for power within the Aesir pantheon!
Odin proved with his deeds that even if someone is made king, they can still be stripped of their title.

Towns Paulson, the contemporary god-king, is such an unprecedented and unparalleled super ruler!

No god-king's position is absolutely secure.

Everything is a test; it's not just about the God-King's performance, but also the performance of his demigods and mortal heroes.

Since this is competition, there is no room for retreat.

The six God-Kings responded to Downs's admonition with their burning gazes.

"Very good, very energetic!"

Time flies, and before we know it, it's time for the next engagement.

On this day, Asgard resounded with the sound of drums, creating a great commotion. Even if it was highly likely that only avatars of the gods could be deployed, it was still enough to be defined as a divine war.

Since it wasn't the deity himself who was fighting, Downs didn't show up.

The Aesir, a race of war gods, demonstrated to all beings in the world through their actions what it means to say, "Gentlemen, I love war!"

Giants, demigods, and mortal heroes, with the help of their attendants, repeatedly checked their equipment amidst the resounding beat of war drums.

The numerous doors of Valhalla, numbering in the hundreds, opened simultaneously, and thousands upon thousands of heroic spirits filed out.

Two enormous phantom figures appeared on either side of the main entrance to Valhalla.

They are none other than the newly appointed guardian spirits Beowulf and Siegfried.

Together, they unleashed divine magic, and two enormous spots of light instantly appeared above the clouds. Immediately afterwards, a three-dimensional magic array formed by crisscrossing lines of law appeared above the heads of the heroic spirits. These arrays corresponded to the divine duties of [Sky], [Wind], [Water], and [Death] controlled by His Majesty the Divine Emperor. The massive three-dimensional divine magic array, like gears in an incredibly precise machine, rotated incessantly, infusing the heroic spirits with divine power diluted a thousandfold according to its unique rhythm.

Beams of light shot out from the center of the magic array and descended upon each of the heroic spirits.

The heroic spirits raised their hands, and a beam of light emanating an aura of death immediately appeared in their hands. The beam of light solidified instantly, forming a weapon that suited the heroic spirit's fighting style.

Besides weapons, their spirit bodies were covered with intricate and beautifully patterned soul armor.

"In the name of His Majesty the Supreme God-Emperor Downs Paulson, destroy the enemies of the Aesir!" the two guardian gods shouted simultaneously.

"Oh oh oh oh—" The heroic spirits' fervent cheers resounded through the sky.

On a spacious terrace of over 100 square meters in the Silver Palace, a prayer ceremony was being held, its style somewhat out of place with the frenzied atmosphere of the event.

A graceful, black-haired goddess, her long, flowing sleeves draped in white feathers, dances to music with an otherworldly flair.

[Kagura Dance]!
What was originally a dance performed by ordinary people in Japan to pray to Amaterasu has now become Amaterasu's blessing to mortal warriors.

This is undeniably a bizarre perversion!

Atalanta looked at Amaterasu with a strange expression. She still couldn't understand what Amaterasu, this goddess-king who had been driven to 'conversion fanaticism', was thinking.

This did not prevent her from fearing that she might become like Amaterasu, or even turn around and harm the goddess Artemis she worshipped.

Even though the goddess of the hunt is a virgin and would no longer take in a defiled person like her, this did not stop Atalanta from trying to stick to her principles and refusing to cooperate with Downs.

Neither resisting nor cooperating—that was Atalanta's attitude.

But how long can this state last?
Regardless, a great war concerning the fate of the two great gods, and even the entire chaotic universe, has begun once again.

On this day, if one possessed sufficiently powerful perception, one could clearly sense countless crisscrossing spatial cavities rapidly projecting themselves onto the opposite world through small 'windows' in the crimson regions of the mutated star sector.

If we describe these tiny spaces, often tens of thousands of square meters in size, as arrows, then the density of these 'arrows' shooting from both sides is so great that they can produce a terrifying clashing sound in mid-air.

(End of this chapter)