Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 398 (This is a fragment of a larger text and doesn't translate directly.)
Based solely on the number of deities, Downs estimated that the Greeks wouldn't be too far behind.

Everyone started from the Chaos Era, cutting down countless minor pantheons along the way, and finally fighting their way to the final round.

As for cannon fodder gods, nobody needs them.

Determining whose cannon fodder is stronger and more proactive is a profound subject.

After some deduction, Towns issued a decree.

In an instant, the entire Jinlunjia was in an uproar.

Upon seeing the Emperor's decree, even Thor licked his lips: "If I were just an ordinary follower god, I would also rush forward like a madman."

The imperial decree consisted of only one simple line: [Dispatch avatars to attack the gods of the Ashanti world. If any avatars are lost, Asgard will be responsible for replenishing their divine power!]

A deity's incarnation is a wisp of divine thought that transforms into various animals or bizarre beings. The strength of a particular incarnation depends on how many fragments of the deity's soul are invested and how much divine power is infused into it.

The clone is the image of the deity himself, making it easier to infuse more soul and divine power, and theoretically, it has higher combat power.

Corresponding to the willingness to go all out, once your clone or avatar is killed by the enemy, your soul fragments will most likely be captured. The enemy can extract your divinity and divine essence fragments, devour them, curse them, or refine them.

Damage to the soul is certainly very harmful.

This applies to righteous gods. In reality, for lower-ranking gods, it's more important to worry about their divine power being divided up than to worry about their own souls being injured.

Despite being called deities, the lowest-ranking spirit mediums are actually quite miserable. They are often assigned to lowly positions with little reward, painstakingly cultivating the faith and squeezing divine power from believers for countless years just to have enough to fight a single battle.

For them, attacking the Ashanti world through a spatial cavity was a gamble no less daring than killing the enemy directly.

He won the gamble and got promoted.

If you lose the bet, you might never have the chance to become a true god again in this lifetime.

With His Majesty the Divine Emperor backing everyone up this time, why not take a big gamble?
Thus began the darkest hour for the Ashanti gods.

"This is outrageous!" The former god-king Niamey of Ashanti looked at the terrifying sight of the spatial barrier and almost lost the will to speak.

The moment the sky was torn apart, the first thing to rush into this world was a dazzling array of colorful divine light.

Unlike the spatial cavities of mortal heroes, if a divine avatar attacks while brimming with divine power, a large amount of elements will leak out from cavities whose spatial structures are not stable enough.

The battles of the past few days had already turned the pinkish-white clouds of the Ashanti world into an ugly purplish-black due to the overflow of a large amount of elemental energy and scattered divine power.

As the purplish-black clouds rolled away, countless sharp and dazzling beams of light pierced the earth like spears of judgment.

Niamei huddled on his throne, which had long since been stripped of its "King" decorations, his fingernails digging into the gaps in the bronze armrests—the mere outlines of the figures hidden within the spatial cavities were enough to make his divine eyes burn.

Even when he was still the God-King, he could still squander his divine power so recklessly!
When did a bunch of trashy little brats become able to squander divine power like this?
Since he knelt before the Olympian gods, who else has considered Niamey the king of the gods?
Looking at these images, Nia Mei was practically driven mad with jealousy.

More than a hundred large, god-level spatial cavities fell in, but Niamey could do nothing about it.

This is the Star Domain Law, which transcends the laws of the world!
Unless the Ashanti world can send out corresponding divine avatars to fight against it, the worst-case scenario is that the duel will be forcibly backward compatible by the laws of the star field.

Are we expecting the demigod heroes of ancient Greece to stage a miraculous act of slaying gods?
forget it!
A miracle is called a miracle precisely because the odds of it happening are so slim. A follower of Niamey approached, "Your Majesty, what should we do?"

Niamei said bitterly, “All the gods, send out your avatars to fight the enemy, and then when you lose until your souls are unstable, come with me to Athena and ask her to withdraw the troops.”

The entire Ashanti pantheon was in an uproar.

Win? Not a chance!

When the other side is clearly trying to exhaust themselves, no amount of scheming or trickery will work.

It forces you to fight a stronger opponent with a longer health bar until you die!
Unless you can win by quality with a stronger ensemble of gods, you can expect your opponent to overwhelm you with a more abundant supply of divine power and a larger sea of ​​gods until you collapse.

This is conspiracy!
Overt schemes often mean there's no solution!

The first avatar of the Aesir descended on starlight, its golden armor whistling through the air, nearly causing Odysseus to kneel on the spot.

Odysseus was the king of Ithaca, an island in western Greece. In the original myth, he was the one who devised the Trojan Horse, which ultimately led to the massacre of Troy by the Greek coalition.

When he saw the steel shield he had snatched back melting in the face of the enemy's divine power, with molten steel flowing to his feet and leaving charred marks on the wasteland, he knew that all his resistance was in vain.

The second goddess raised her hand and scattered light dust, instantly turning a mountain spring into a large cloud of blood mist. Lava gushed from the hollow of an old tree by the roadside, drenching Diomedes, who was charging with his bronze sword, into a screaming, familiar figure.

The third, fierce-looking primal god easily turned Ajax the Lesser into mincemeat.

Several Greek heroes who should have shone brightly in the legendary Trojan War died in utter frustration at the hands of a third-rate god who was unworthy of being called in the Golden Palace of Asgard.

But as the gods, led by Ashanti, are engaged in a fierce battle with the avatars of the Aesir, this kind of battle, where the strong bully the weak, is taking place throughout Ashanti's world.

It wasn't that these third-rate Asgardians did this on purpose, but rather that the number of gods on both sides was too unbalanced, leading to this cruel situation that resembled beating up a child.

Even the victorious, third-rate Asgardian god might not be happy.

They only killed 'mere' Greek heroes, which meant that even if they won, they wouldn't gain much space or elemental advantage to return.

Is there really no miracle?

some!

Inside a spatial cavity.

A lowly Aesir god, unworthy of any title, stared wide-eyed. His silver beard was whipped straight by the shockwave. Despite his best efforts, he could not stop Achilles from plunging a jewel-encrusted, incantated steel sword into his chest.

A surging oceanic aura emerged from his wound, and the spreading trickle of water was like a meat grinder, easily shredding his divine armor. Then his divine body turned into dust, mixed with his resentment, and in this secluded and unique space, it floated in the air as a strange blood-red divine river several meters above the ground.

"When I get back this time, I really need to thank Mother Goddess properly," Achilles said, still feeling lingering fear.

If it weren't for his mother, the sea goddess Thetis, protecting her son and asking Poseidon for a blessing to retrieve the steel equipment he had stolen, he really wouldn't have been able to kill the avatar of the god opposite him.

Fortunately, he did it.

(End of this chapter)