Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 393 Tyr's Dilemma

"We've won!"

"Oooo--"

When Downs ordered the mental image of the collapsing Hittite world to be projected in real time to the central squares of towns all over the world of Kinlunga, most of Kinlunga was in an uproar.

Thunderous cheers rose and fell, and the excited crowd surged like waves, raising their hands repeatedly, lowering them, raising them again, and lowering them again.

Towns mobilized for war well in advance for this great battle against the Greek pantheon.

In the past, when the scale of divine wars was small, the Aesir, a race of giants, could easily charge forward and seize all the spoils of victory. However, with the changing times and the expansion of warfare, this approach is not necessarily ineffective, but rather carries greater risks.

Towns opened up some pathways for advancement, allowing mortals who had undergone trials of blood and fire to advance, and this practice paid off at this moment.

Mortal support for the war has visibly increased, and throughout the entire Great Asgardian pantheon, all the gods associated with war can feel their divine power increasing by an astounding force.

The Hittite world collapsed, and the surrounding space became extremely unstable. Under such circumstances, even with the protection of the laws of the stellar domain, no one could guarantee that the mortal heroes wouldn't sacrifice themselves in vain. Downs simply halted his offensive temporarily, allowing the corresponding deities to settle the battle merits of the mortals.

"Atum, you have obtained the heads of two enemy heroes and two sets of bronze armor. On behalf of His Majesty the Divine Emperor, I hereby acknowledge your achievements and bestow upon you the title of Two-Star Hero. You shall receive a plot of fertile land and a thousand slaves. If allocated nearby, the land will be smaller; if you go to South America, the land area will double. This reward bestowed upon you by His Majesty the Divine Emperor may be passed down to your designated heir!"

Similar situations are constantly unfolding in various places.

Slay the generals and seize the flag!

This is a great achievement throughout history!

Towns delivered on his promise without hesitation, further boosting public support for the war effort.

Watching the heroes returning home in glory, each young man's eyes shone with a fervent passion for war.

War always involves sacrifices, but the greater the number of those who return and the greater the profits, it's easy to overlook the risks involved.

Not to mention mortals, even the South Asian deities who joined the Aesir after the Indian and Fusang pantheons were wiped out were envious of the newly 'born' continent.

Battle reports can be misleading.

The battle lines will never be open.

This reclaimed 'Hittite world' is the latest front in the battle.

As the saying goes, many grains of sand make a tower. Even though each ordinary hero may not have acquired many elements of earth, water, fire, and wind through battles, with enough 'sand', it will eventually become a 'tower'.

From a distance, it looked like a child playing in the mud. The giant hand of air summoned by the God Emperor Tang Si had each joint exceeding ten kilometers in length. The enormous hand kneaded the stolen elements, piecing them together into a continent with an area of ​​over two hundred thousand square kilometers, and combined it with the corresponding water, fire, and wind elements, blending it into the edge of the former South American continent.

This is the 'new bread' that the Aesir gods spoke of.

Who will get to eat this new pie?

Simple!

Earn war merits in exchange!
The only drawback is that all the gods who acquire new territories and divine positions will be completely scattered and placed under the command of some Aesir god-king.

Even if those former god-kings of the small worlds in South Asia knew that this was Tang Si's open conspiracy, there was nothing they could do.

For the minor gods under their command, with their own god-king relinquishing his title and bowing before Tangs, their legal allegiance had become to Tangs. Their 'switching allies' posed no issue of loyalty.

The newly formed chain of interests in the divine realm will completely bind these minor gods to King Aesir.

This is conquest, this is assimilation and annexation. It's all a calculated scheme!
As the saying goes, if the pie is made bigger, even if there are more people sharing it, it will minimize conflicts.

Especially after the announcement from above that the goddess Ishtar's "opening in the space ahead is getting bigger," the entire Aesir was in an uproar.

Anyone with even a little confidence in their own fighting ability would want to take a gamble.

Life-oriented deities who lack combat talent will gamble in advance by siding with certain deities who appear to be very powerful.

The situation at the entrance of the Temple of Tyr, the God of War, has been the most extreme these days.

As one of the most powerful and trusted sons of God-Emperor Downs, Tyr has always held a high position. Although the strongest being below God-Emperor Downs is generally acknowledged as Prince Thor, no one can ignore this low-key god of war.

After all, Thor is strong, but he is strong on his own. He can't just share his thunderous power with beings other than those of the wind element.

The God of War is different; theoretically, everything related to war can provide Tyr with divine power. Tyr can also bestow a great deal of divine magic upon mortals, and even the true gods.

In the past, interactions between deities were mostly based on courtesy. They would first send a messenger to present a visiting card, and only if the host agreed would they pay a formal visit.

The situation changed too quickly. Everyone felt that the Aesir were bound to win, and they no longer cared about the dignity of the gods. Everyone was rushing to Tyr.

Tyr's temple in Asgard, with its front plaza so large that a hundred giants could easily hold a party there, was now filled with the carriages of all sorts of gods...

This gave the honest and kind-hearted Tyr a huge headache.

Ironically, Tyr actually sought refuge with Towns.

Palace of Silver.

"..." Tyr looked at the 'little dad' who had recently taken to mortal form with a bit of speechlessness, while instructing Atalanta on her tea ceremony and groping her all over.

My own Father God is really interested.

"Father God, please teach me."

"Sigh! You're over a hundred years old, how come you still can't learn to commune with God?"

Tyr said in a muffled voice, "I feel I cannot bear the hopes of all the gods who come to plead for mercy, which is why I dare not make any promises lightly!"

Towns is drunk.

No wonder in the myths of his past life, Tyr was willing to extend an arm to Fenrir as collateral, even though he knew the other Aesir gods were trying to deceive him. As a result, Fenrir bit off his arm, and Tyr went from being a top-tier powerhouse to a second-rate one.

Tyr's straightforward nature would make him an absolutely honest person, even if he were in the time before Downs's transmigration.

"You're just too honest. There are generally two kinds of gods in this world: one is non-human gods, represented by giants and elemental gods; the other is human gods. The former are more direct and simple, you can treat them however you want. As for the latter, remember this—never let those guys be satisfied easily."

"what?"

"Like this time, how many righteous gods can you support at the same time by fully borrowing your war god power?"

Tyr hesitated for a moment: "Thirty? No, fifty will do."

Towns shook his head: "Then just announce that you can only support ten at a time, no more, and let them fight for them themselves."

"what?"

(End of this chapter)