Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 390 The Terrifying Meat Grinder

Before entering the spatial cavity, every mortal hero wrote their will.

Do or die!

They went on expeditions either alone or in small groups.

No one knows what they will encounter; it could be a bright and glorious future, or it could be a dark and hopeless despair.

Gao Wen felt he was lucky, yet not so lucky.

He had just arrived in the other world when he immediately bumped into a strange guy.

The other party was not wearing armor, his upper body was bare, and he was only wearing a strange grass skirt.

His dark skin gleamed metallically under the blazing sun, his right arm, wrapped around the leopard's tail, was bulging with muscles, and the tip of his obsidian spear was covered with dark brown sacrificial blood. Although the blood seemed to have long since congealed, one could feel a surging divine power flowing within the dried blood.

Beneath the lion's mane crown woven with gold thread, two thick, black, sword-like eyebrows pressed down on deep-set eyes, the pupils pulsating with the red light of the ancestral spirit's sacrificial fire. His waist, wrapped in an indigo-colored loincloth, was adorned with bellbird tail feathers, while his feet, embroidered with seven copper rings, trod on the cracked rock ground beneath his excessively heavy body.

He stood on a rocky cliff at the highest point of a desolate ravine, a crocodile-skin shield with flame patterns carved on the spear tip held horizontally in front of his chest, the amber eyes of the leopard head relief on the shield seeming to be staring intently at Gawain.

The other person rattled off a sentence, and Gao Wen silently shook his head.

I don’t understand, I don’t understand at all!
It does not matter!

It's good to know that we're enemies!
Regardless of whether the other party understood or not, Gao Wen performed a beautiful fencing routine with his cross sword and announced his name.

The other person tapped the shield with the shaft of their spear and mumbled something.

The battle begins!
With his left hand, Gawain held up the kite-shaped forged steel shield, its surface engraved with the Camelot emblem, covering half of his body, and took small, quick steps forward.

The black hero on the other side slammed his shield, and it immediately burst forth with a dazzling light like a golden crow.

Both sides used bright lights to distract each other's vision, and were surprised to find that their actions did not solely rely on vision.

Hearing, sixth sense, and the ability to perceive divine power—all these senses combined meant that neither side's ability to act was affected.

The bronze spearhead on the opposite side traced the trajectory of a shooting star, while the Camelot Shield suddenly exploded with a blinding blaze of sunlight, blowing away a large amount of sand and making the sand in front of Gawain scorching hot.

The native hero opposite him stepped barefoot onto the scorching earth, his tattooed face glowing with a dark purple-red light, and nine mysterious witch runes bursting from the tip of his bronze spear.

Contradictions clash!

More than just the clanging sound!

In that instant, a thunderous roar erupted, a near-elemental clash, as the divine powers of two different deities collided.

The opponent's sorcery spell swept past the edge of the Holy Shield from the side and struck Gawain's right arm armor, instantly corroding it and releasing a wisp of blue smoke resembling the vaporization of snake venom.

However, when faced with the spell attack, Gawain swung his sword with even more ferocity, cleaving through the black mist of curses that were trying to entangle him. With unstoppable momentum, he cleaved the opponent's bronze-skinned shield in two with a single strike.

Unexpected, yet not so unexpected.

The Black Native Warrior opposite him was clearly prepared for this. With his inner strength activated, the two pieces of bronze shield were like guillotines, one flying towards Gawain's neck and the other attempting to cut him in half.

At the critical moment, Gao Wen suddenly crouched down, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow, but at the cost of having the feather on the top of his helmet cut off.

The confrontation is not over!
The native warrior raised his head and roared, taking a big step forward. To Gawain’s surprise, a phantom of an African giant rhinoceros appeared on the ground in front of him, carrying at least several tons of yellow sand, charging up from below!

Gao Wen refused to confront the attack head-on. Instead, he took a T-stance and made a beautiful sudden stop, then abruptly stopped after three steps, just managing to avoid the impact.

Gao Wen stopped retreating and lunged forward, continuing to force his opponent into a desperate struggle.

"when!"

The forged steel shield finally managed to strike the opponent's spear as it had hoped.

This is a clash between spear and shield. It's also a wild clash of divine power!
The collision of the two forces nearly shattered the space cavity, which was at least 20,000 square meters in size.

It was clear that the small patch of sky overhead was about to crack open, and the African deity outside was trying to forcibly save his chosen people, stirring that patch of sky into a chaotic vortex.

Unfortunately, it didn't work!

His clone was firmly blocked by the clone of the knight god Arthur.

This is the law of this star field.

The battle within the spatial cavity is only applicable to powers below the level of gods.

Divine intervention is limited to lower-ranking deities or avatars of higher-ranking deities.

With even their support blocked, the indigenous hero had no way out.

He reached out his left hand in a fit of rage, attempting to break Gawain's shield.

Gao Wen seized the opportunity and struck.

A dark, black arm shot into the sky.

In the next instant, Gawain's longsword drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, the end of the arc just passing over the left and right sides of the opponent's neck.

"Cough, gulp..." The dark-skinned hero seemed to want to say something more.

The head that kept spinning after taking off was filled with resentment and indignation, perhaps protesting the advantages of high-level education and equipment, and that the victory was unfair.

But this is the fate of countless heroes of the subordinate world who were conquered by the Greek pantheon and then driven by Athena to this slaughterhouse.

Perhaps before arriving here, he had beautiful visions, and even a promise from his own deity to protect him to the death.

With the passing of life and soul, all dreams come to an end!

Fresh blood seeped into the earth's veins.

Driven by the laws of the stellar domain, large chunks of the Hittite world space were used as stakes and accepted by the victorious side.

This is not an isolated case!
These are a huge number of 'isolated cases'!
Still in the Silver Palace of Asgard, Downs watched as the winning chips on the illusory scales before him grew ever larger. Countless elements from the Hittite world were being absorbed into the world of Rylanca, which served as the vanguard, like broken biscuits.

This scene, if it had occurred before the Jinlunga merged with the first conquered world, might have excited the Aesir gods, but now it no longer arouses their interest.

The real turning point came a few days later.

Those were projections of the minds of individual heroic spies.

Athens, a Greek city-state.

In addition to the residential areas of Athens, the surrounding cities of Harlandri, Plaka, Kolonaki, and Kokati also welcomed a fleet of fast horses today.

When the crowd that usually delivered the messages found the messenger with a sullen face and remained silent, their hearts sank.

Shortly after the messenger burst into the consul's office, the consul's assistant came out and posted the notice.

That's the Heroes' List, or to put it bluntly, the Dead List.

When the public saw the long list, countless Greek women fainted on the spot.

"A divine decree from the goddess Athena has been issued! More Greek warriors are being summoned to defend against the invading Aesir..."

The Greeks remained silent, but more men turned back into the house and brought out their armor and weapons.

The same event occurred in a host of Greek-controlled areas, where all that remained was weeping and numbness.

(End of this chapter)