Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 394 Comparison is the root of all harm

Towns' few words shocked Tyler time and time again.

Downs smiled: "Both accepting the requests of all the gods at the same time and rejecting the requests of all the gods at the same time are equally likely to anger all the gods who come to plead for mercy. Tyr, my child. Remember, we, the Aesir, are the conquerors. Those who come to you now are the conquered who have lost in the war of the gods. We have no obligation to promote every god who descends to a higher position."

Tyr: "..."

"Those who can fight are those who can fight. If you promote someone who can't, they'll quickly perish in the divine war, and it will also waste the resources of the Jinlunga world. You are not the God of Fairness, you are the God of War. It is reasonable for the God of War to provide support for the divine war, but it is shameful to provide babysitting services for every god. Once you understand this, I think you'll know what to do."

Tyr bowed deeply: "Thank you for your teachings, Father God!"

"Go ahead! From now on, just follow this principle. Don't come to me with similar things again."

"Yes, Father God!"

This is a chaotic world more terrifying than the Dark Forest. Since we cannot defeat the Aesir and have been conquered, we must act like conquerors.

Do gods want to rise to power through flattery?
That's wishful thinking!
The situation unfolded in a way that Tyr hadn't anticipated. When he publicly refused all the gods who came to plead for his life, he clearly felt disappointed and even secretly resentful gazes. However, when he then announced that he would randomly allow ten gods to borrow his power at the same time, he strangely discovered that those who had just hated him were now the most fanatical and devoted to him.

The ridiculous thing is that every deity who comes to the front square to make connections thinks he is the lucky one chosen by Tyr.

Don't forget, they are gods too!

Tyr once felt that these guys had devalued the word "god".

The honest and kind-hearted Tyr didn't think about it any further; he was simply relieved to have gotten rid of a huge problem.

In contrast to the Aesir gods, who were all eager to fight, the Ashanti world was filled with pessimism from top to bottom, from gods to mortals.

An aura of misfortune hung over the entire world.

The river god Tano asked Niamey, frustrated, "Can't we do something?"

Kavakku Anas, the god of deception, went even further, suggesting: "For example, we could fool Athena, fake a fight, or we could contact the other side directly..."

Kavakul's suggestion tempted Niamey somewhat, but after some deliberation, she shook her head heavily: "Our divine souls are bound by divine curses, and if the Aesir are too strong, they probably won't need us. If we really can't win, we can just surrender. The real fear is that the true gods of the Aesir might not be able to defeat the Olympian gods..."

The Ashanti gods fell silent.

In fact, Athena had a very direct sense of the unusual movements in several subordinate pantheons.

Not long after she ordered the Ashanti world to rise up, she received news that surprised her – Ares, who had most likely returned from fooling around with Aphrodite, had beaten up the god-king of the subordinate pantheon Kunkuru, on the grounds that the little god-king Kunkuru had withheld the divine power that should have been offered to him.

This scene took place in the Temple of Zeus on Mount Olympus, and Athena could see it clearly with just a slight thought.

"We wouldn't dare! Your Majesty Ares! I truly wouldn't dare do such a thing! How could we possibly withhold the divine power reserved for you?"

Ares, still enraged, raised a weapon resembling a sledgehammer and continued his brutal beating, leaving the poor god-king with gaping wounds: "Then tell me, why has your divine power been reduced by so much?!"

"Those mortals have lost the courage to fight..."

Upon seeing this, Athena withdrew her gaze.

She understood everything.

The defeat of the mortal heroes ultimately had an impact that spread to every subordinate pantheon.

These enslaved gods and mortals originally had little will to fight.

When one has no power but only obligations, it is understandable that their fighting spirit is low.

These are nothing but a bunch of pathetic creatures driven by the Olympian gods. Even if they win, it won't amount to a single copper coin for these slaves, and their status won't improve in the slightest.

If they lose, they might just die. Why should they risk their lives to protect the property and status of their slave owners?

No!Can!can!
The authority of slave owners can only be maintained through victory and violence. Once slave owners lose their means of intimidating slaves, the backlash will come quickly.

The prosperity of the Greek world was built on the unpaid contributions of slaves.

Without the hard work of millions of slaves, where would so many Greek citizens have gotten the resources to live on, allowing them to not have to work every day, but instead engage in debates, play with art, and discuss philosophy?

Without a large number of subordinate worlds supplying divine power, how could they support the twelve Olympian gods?

Athena, the goddess of wisdom, could not possibly be unaware of this principle.

Unfortunately, her position dictated her perspective, and as a beneficiary of the existing system, she had no choice but to maintain the dignity of the Olympian gods.

"We must kill more Aesir gods in the upcoming battle, and use their divine blood to teach those thoughtless fools a lesson they need to work harder," Athena muttered to herself.

What Athena was actually more curious about was why those vassal races of the Aesir were so willing to risk their lives for them.

They are both ordinary heroes, but whether they fight desperately or not is obvious at a glance.

It's worth noting that the Olympian gods were actually a race of giants. Zeus's father was a standard Titan, after all.

We are all Titans, enslaving mortals and mortal gods. Why should you, Downs, allow your slaves to fight to the death?
……

Three days later, the collapse of the Hittite world finally ended, and the once vast world was now transformed into a highly compressed mountain range.

It forcibly combines the four elements of earth, water, fire, and wind in a very chaotic state.

Its own elements actually possess considerable value.

However, the task of properly separating the four elements and then classifying and extracting them was a massive undertaking that only Zeus himself could accomplish.

Athena had no choice but to ask Helios and the other gods to use their divine power to move this enormous lump to another location.

Ashanti World took the lead.

At this moment, this miserable world became the real front line.

On the other side of the spatial rift lies the familiar world of Sri Lanka.

The biggest difference is that as the spatial rift expands, the level of combat power that both sides can deploy in the spatial cavity also increases.

The Greeks assumed that the Aesir would likely send mortal heroes to pave the way, but little did they know that the opposing side would send out an avatar of a true god.

In this strange, independent miniature world, the sky is still stained with the blood-red setting sun, scorching the clouds into molten gold.

As the spatial barrier trembled, a divine avatar wielding a blood-red spear emerged from the spiderweb-like cracks in the space.

Even on the armor painted in a rare indigo blue, scattered elements still lingered, and the thorny spear, wrapped in brilliant light, tore through the murky fog.

His unusual, ear-length hair stood on end and danced wildly in the gale, while his pupils surged with a violent tide of light.

"The Son of Light, no, the God of the Spear, Cú Chulainn, has come to challenge me!"

(End of this chapter)