Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 403 is a cheat!
Polyphemus was deified.

Even though he was just a minor deity, it was only through the combined efforts of his mother, the sea nymph Toosa, who managed to keep Poseidon completely under her thumb that he secured this divine position for him.

Logically speaking, it's highly improbable that Polyphemus, a Cyclopes from the deep sea, could be deified by possessing a piece of earth's divine properties.

Unfortunately, his mother could only get this much for him.

Moreover, as a cyclops who enjoys eating people, he could not possibly be favored by Poseidon.

Toossa said that he was safe as long as he didn't encounter any beings with powerful offensive capabilities.

Giants are known for their thick skin and tough flesh.

His enormous size meant that ordinary people could only trim his feet at most.

The thick skin on his feet was enough to protect him from most weapons in the world that lacked divine power.

Who would have thought that instead of rushing over to trim his toenails, the other party would bring out such a powerful weapon?

"No, this is impossible." Even with his low IQ, Polyphemus couldn't help but panic after sensing the terrifyingly pure and concentrated lightning power emanating from the opponent's power.

He could hardly believe his eyes. How could such a coincidence happen in this world?

For a giant with maxed-out physical defense, only magic, or more precisely, divine magic with extremely high destructive power, is its nemesis.

Apart from that, only a direct hit to his throat, which is seven stories above the ground, or his single eye, would be enough to kill him.

As for his heart... Polyphemus's pectoral muscles were stronger than most of the city gates of Greece! Not to mention that he also had a tough whale skin covering his chest and abdomen to protect his vital organs.

Unfortunately, he deserved his bad luck this time.

As the crown prince of the Aesir, Thor's divine power comes from the thunder of the twenty-seven realms of Kingrenga!

If Thor were to unleash his full power, even if it didn't shatter an entire continent in one strike, it wouldn't be far off.

The artifact, inscribed with magic arrays and imbued with divine power by him personally, is so powerful that even many true gods, struggling with all their might, might not be able to withstand it, let alone a half-baked, hastily-made god like Polyphemus.

Galahad pulled the trigger, and a burst of brilliant lightning erupted forth, surging forward.

Honestly, if it were any other so-called divine artifact concocted by other gods, Polyphemus, with his physique, could at least withstand a few blows.

Despite his crudeness, stupidity, and cannibalism, his divine physique far surpasses that of most of the Frost Giants of Kinlunga.

Unfortunately, that was Thor's thunder!
The lightning flashed forward and disappeared in an instant.

A violent bolt of lightning pierced through Polyphemus's broad and sturdy body.

After Poseidon's own son let out a miserable scream, he lowered his head, the fierce light in his eyes quickly fading away, leaving only an expression of disbelief.

In an instant, the divine power shield protecting his divine body shattered completely, leaving a terrifying blood hole in his chest large enough for a carriage to pass through.

"A despicable liar—"

The strength in his body was rapidly draining away, and the Cyclops' legs buckled, causing him to fall forward.

However, in his final moments, he still raised that terrifying mace made of hemlock and hurled it at Galahad with hatred.

"Ouch!"

The enormous club whipped up a violent gust of wind.

The giant club, taller than most city gates, ultimately failed to strike King Arthur's knight.

Despite being clad in heavy steel armor, he deftly dodged the spinning spiked club with a series of nimble leaps. Before the Cyclops could react, a cold glint pierced his enormous, terrifying eyeball.

"Ahhhhh—" Polyphemus screamed, blind as he wildly flailed his limbs, trying to grab Galahad.

Little did anyone know that the knight was just like an assassin at that moment, striking successfully and then fleeing a hundred meters away.

He watched from afar as the terrifying giant struggled, exhausting his last breath with violent movements.

After that...

Triumph!

In the past, if Galahad had killed a giant with his mortal body, it would have made him incredibly excited and ecstatic.

His face was completely calm at that moment.

He vividly remembered the words of Arthur, his former lord and now the god of knights, before they, these mortal knights, set out: "His Majesty Downs Paulson is a supreme ruler unlike any other in history! With the lifespan of the Aesir, ruling the chaotic universe for ten thousand years is no problem for him. Since it is his will to scatter the various gods and completely merge their bloodlines, then my master-servant relationship with you will end after you are deified."

At first, the knights found it hard to accept.

Arthur, however, advised them: "Why do we uphold the code of chivalry? Isn't it so that the people can have a better future and live better lives? Clearly, His Majesty Paulson is a greater being who has done a better job than I have. You are my subjects, but first and foremost, you are His Majesty's subjects. Remember this. Now that you have left my service, I want you to swear to uphold your duties and not disgrace me!"

"Yes—" Galahad's own vow still echoed in his ears.

He was not confused.

His Majesty the God-Emperor saved the Celtic world from chaos, allowing the Celts to live a better life.

He is his true master.

Even if he were deified and sent to serve under a certain god-king, it would just be another way of showing loyalty to His Majesty the God-Emperor.

Galahad watched the giant breathe his last, then stepped forward and, with his powerful swordsmanship and the semi-divine sword, beheaded Polyphemus.

……

He wasn't the only one to successfully slay a god; news of god-slaying continued to emerge from various independent spatial cavity battlefields.

Medusa, the famous daughter of Phorcys, the sea god, and Ceto, the sea monster, was also successfully defeated.

Medusa has terrifying petrifying eyes; anyone who looks into her eyes will be turned into a stone.

According to mythology, it was Perseus, the son of Zeus, who knew this secret. So he turned his back and used his shiny shield as a mirror to turn Medusa into a stone.

In this life, Medusa, who became a mediocre, low-ranking deity, suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of Hassan, the Old Man of the Mountain!

This assassin, wearing a skull mask, started his career as an Assassin in an assassination cult.

For some reason, he was reborn in the world of Akkad. This guy took the name "Old Man of the Mountain" and called himself Hassan-Sabah.

For the high and mighty divine realm, nothing else mattered; what mattered was that he, in his mortal body, accomplished the act of slaying a new god.

He knew nothing of Medusa's attack method beforehand, yet he was able to instinctively avoid Medusa's gaze by sensing the unusual magic in her vision, and appear behind her ghostly.

He seemingly casually thrust a short gun into Medusa's vest—this short gun, imbued with the divine power of Scáthach, the Grim Reaper, accurately injected death energy into Medusa's body.

"Ah!" The terrifying Gorgon let out a blood-curdling scream. The countless venomous snakes on her head seemed to shudder with a terrible shiver, then froze.

Medusa, dead!
(End of this chapter)