Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 395 No, that’s it?
Opposite Cú Chulainn, a dark-skinned deity with his face painted with strange totem symbols gently extended his left foot, lowered his body, and slowly raised his left hand holding a shield to the side, tapping the ground with the strange bone scepter in his right hand.

This scepter resembles the remains of a human who has had his limbs severed, except that the spine is unusually long, measuring a full two meters. The skull is also unusually large, at least a size larger than a normal human skull, making the scepter seem more like a variant of some kind of giant skeleton.

The deity, exuding an aura of death, performed a strange ritual.

His voice traveled telepathically to Cú Chulainn's ears: "I am Owo, the Death God of Ashanti!"

Neither side seemed inclined to engage in further conversation.

Since they are all avatars of gods anyway, whoever loses will perish. The loser may be badly hurt, but ultimately it won't damage their fundamental nature.

After a brief exchange of greetings, the fight began.

If Cú Chulainn, as the son of God, was once an agile cheetah, then now, having ascended to the status of the spear god, he has become nothing short of a blood-red lightning bolt.

No one saw his movements clearly.

In Owo's vision, Cú Chulainn practically appeared in front of me in a flash.

If this weren't a battle of gods, Owo would have been dead the moment Cú Chulainn made his move.

In the world of gods, there is no such thing as "speed is the only way to win".

The opponent's attack could at least tear through the god's protective shield, which could also be called a "domain"!
Regardless of time or place, across different worlds, death is a powerful domain that countless deities vie for.

Look at the ancient Egyptian pantheon; there were more than a dozen gods associated with death.

To Owo's surprise, his plan to use the "Death" domain to block the opponent failed in the very first second.

The crimson spearhead pierced the death zone in an instant.

The moment the spear, like a crimson thunderbolt, tore through the domain, Owo instinctively retaliated, raising his skeletal scepter in an attempt to unleash the power from the Netherworld.

fast!
too fast!
Perhaps it was precisely because they were both deities that Cú Chulainn's speed had a real effect.

Before the surging tide of undead between Owo's withered claws could fully materialize, Cú Chulainn's attack had already arrived. His entire body was almost parallel to the ground, nearly flying across it. As he approached Owo's divine form, he twisted his waist and thrust his spear forward. The trajectory of the spear formed a terrifying arc—the spear of causality, which had traversed countless battlefields over nearly two hundred years, was suddenly unleashed. The runes wrapped around it surged out like crimson dragons, piercing through the air.

The Death Scepter unleashed countless wails, and the murky aura of death seemed to turn this place into a true underworld. However, when countless ghosts transformed into a colossal wave that blotted out the sky and crashed down, they evaporated and dissipated the moment they touched the spear's edge.

Owo attempted to overwhelm Cú Chulainn with sheer numbers.

He was wrong, terribly wrong.

He never expected that Cú Chulainn was just an ordinary Asgardian god on the surface. However, thanks to the terrifying population of over 100 million in the world of Kinlunga, coupled with the tradition of training soldiers during the off-season for farming, there was no unit in the world with more soldiers than spearmen.

For the Jinlunga world, farmers, who make up the largest proportion of the population, have nothing simpler than a long spear.

A spear with a steel tip can be a gun, a pitchfork can be a gun, a sharpened mangosteen can also be a gun, and even a straight tree branch can be a gun!
As the god of the spear, Cú Chulainn's divine power originates from every spear in the world and every being who wields one.

Don't be fooled by the fact that most of them are casual believers; the key is that there are a lot of them!

Crimson flames erupted in Cu Chulainn's eyes, and his divine battle roar shattered the void: "Pierce!"

The next instant, his scarlet spear became visually enormous!
It was as if ten thousand unseen, illusory heroic spirits were simultaneously performing the simplest and most basic horse stance thrust.

"drink--"

Countless illusory voices converged and merged into one, forming an enormous wall of guns that clashed with Owo's monstrous wave of ghosts.

obviously!
The God of the Spear has won a complete victory! "This is impossible!" Owo exclaimed.

The crimson spear, like a shooting star falling from the sky, pierced precisely into his left eye—the very core of this Grim Reaper's avatar's soul.

Suddenly, the world fell silent.

The crimson patterns unfurled by the [Piercing Thorn Spear] have spread wildly across the divine body of Owo's avatar.

ended.

Even if Owo had more tricks up his sleeve, he wouldn't be able to use them.

Owo attempted to open the gates of the underworld, the realm of the dead, but the gates collapsed before their outlines could be clearly seen.

Owo's divine body, along with the replica of the Death Scepter, shattered into purplish-black crystal dust amidst the blood lightning, transforming into dust within this enormous spatial cavity and dissipating into the world.

Cú Chulainn brought this battle, which transcended mythological systems, to a close with a beautiful spear flourish.

Cú Chulainn frowned: "That's it?"

He wondered if something had gone wrong, or if it was just an enemy's conspiracy, until the laws of the star field took effect, and the vast space opposite merged into the spatial cavity brought by Cú Chulainn and began to teleport back. Only then did he realize that he had won.

This is a vast land of three thousand square kilometers, including all the elements on it!
Looking at the divine power crystal he had obtained by killing the enemy god in his hand, he felt a sense of unreality.

Upon returning to the world of Sri Lanka, where he had started, he emerged from the spatial cavity and immediately saw a young and beautiful 'purple-haired old woman'—oh, no, it was his eternally youthful master, the current Asgardian goddess of death, Scáthach.

“Here, Master, these are some local specialties I brought back.” Cú Chulainn tossed his spoils to Scáthach without hesitation.

Scáthach didn't mince words, even commenting, "You've got a good thought in you."

Colleagues are enemies, but dead colleagues are not.

That's a powerful tonic.

The divine essence of otherworldly deities of the same attribute who have fallen can not only greatly increase one's own divine power, but also allow one to further refine one's divine arts by comprehending the laws of otherworldly realms.

"Master won't take your things for nothing. I'll return them to you when I get something good."

"No rush, no rush," Cú Chulainn waved his hand dismissively.

Although he knew that Scáthach, as the daughter of the God Emperor, had many ways to obtain good things, and that Hela, the current ruler of Helheim, was not a stingy chief god, he had known Scáthach for nearly two hundred years and had a really good relationship with her, without so many pretentious or indecisive issues.

"How does it feel? I mean, the strength of the deity on the other side."

Cú Chulainn shook his head: "He's just the Grim Reaper of the slave world. I'm a little disappointed."

"That's true. In the end, they are slave gods subordinate to the world."

Even if the true gods of Asgard send out an avatar, there's no reason why they shouldn't be able to defeat the avatars of the gods from the opposing world's subordinate realms.

It should be like this.

The devastating battle report turned Athena, the goddess of Olympus, her beautiful face as black as the bottom of a pot.

"What? We lost all 37 battles against the avatars of the gods?"

(End of this chapter)