Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 406 The War of Mortals

"This is truly remarkable." Among all the pantheons, only Downs, who was relatively skilled in [space], could so leisurely offer his critique.

"Your Majesty, this is..." Even the universally acknowledged wise Enki was utterly astonished.

"What's the panic? It's not like our world is being cut into pieces."

If the laws of the stellar domain were to suddenly shift Towns' gaze to the soles of his feet or something, Towns might be startled.

But this interwoven spatial scene didn't really scare him.

With a little mental perception, Towns knew what was going on.

"To put it bluntly, it's still a game of kings versus kings, generals versus generals!"

The scene before us is practically a continental drift, as if the great Celestial Empire's Zhoushan Port has been directly pushed to the opposite side of the Pacific Ocean, Long Beach Port.

Of course, not every passage leads to the Greek world; there are also instances where the Fusang world, used as cannon fodder, leads to a Greek subsidiary world.

However, none of the passages before them, large or small, were wide enough, and the star domain laws severely restricted the entry of divine power. In short, these were all passages provided for mortals.

Towns casually issued a divine decree: "Army of the 27th World, send an advance party to check things out on the other side!"

"Yes--"

The six great god-kings, along with the Valkyrie in charge of relaying the order, all bowed in unison.

With the help of the world's highly advanced communication system.

In less than half a day, the first vanguard cavalry had charged into the Greek world.

"In the name of His Majesty Emperor Downs Paulson! Kill!"

The sea off Marseille rippled eerily.

This was the "end of the world" of Greek civilization, and it was never the location of a large city-state.

This place only has a colony of two thousand people.

On this day, the Greek colonists were horrified to discover that the waves had frozen into blue-white ice steps under the divine power of a mysterious deity.

Countless lightly armed cavalrymen, brandishing sharp cloud-patterned sabers, charged across the frozen sea.

The opponent's equipment is too good.

Not only were they armed from head to toe, but even their hooves were shod with spikes for slip resistance.

As their wielding swords cleaved through the salty waves, they kicked up tiny frost crystals; even the beards of these fanatical cavalrymen were covered in salt.

They roared with a terrifying battle cry, carrying the stench of the sea breeze, and charged toward the Greek hoplites who had hastily assembled at the dock.

Charging heavy infantry with light cavalry was like throwing an egg against a rock.

However, the generational gap in equipment completely erased the differences between different types of troops.

The battle turned immediately when the Greek hoplites discovered that their bronze spears, unless used with great precision, were difficult to pierce the iron-plated armor of the enemy horses.

"It can't be cut through!"

"Are these barbarians using the legendary forged steel armor?"

"No! Ah—"

The Greek soldiers' bronze shields were easily cleaved by the enemy's forged steel scimitars, and their bronze armor, which they relied on for survival, could not withstand the piercing of the fine steel lances.

Apart from a few unfortunate Greek soldiers at the very front killing a few unlucky ones, this large cavalry force easily destroyed the hundred-man squad.

What followed was the most brutal massacre.

No reason is needed; any Greek man who appears before the Kinlunga cavalry will be killed.

Armed with short weapons, they stormed into every house, looting all valuables and abducting every woman.

A similar scene unfolded in Midgard. Only this time, the roles were reversed, and a Spartan army unexpectedly discovered a Midgard town right across from their camp.

Using their numerical advantage, they overwhelmed the defending force of fewer than fifty men and began looting extensively.

It can be said that the sudden opening of a large number of mortal-level spatial channels has thrown the rear areas of both worlds into chaos.

At first, Zeus dismissed this idea.

He always felt that his Greeks were, after all, elite troops who had conquered twelve worlds, and even if they were bad, they couldn't possibly be defeated.

Zeus soon realized he was very wrong.

They couldn't win; the Greeks were no match for the Kinlunga!

It had nothing to do with physical strength or the amount of divine power bestowed upon him; it was simply that his equipment was completely outmatched.

Even after Zeus's return, Athena reported early on the exceptional skill of the Kinlunga in steel forging. Unfortunately, steel forging is not something that can be learned at will.

Even with Hephaestus, the god of fire, involved, the forging level of the entire Greek world could not be elevated overnight.

First, you need to find iron ore; second, you need a complete set of smelting technology and equipment; third, you need to keep up with the forging process; and finally, you need a large-scale assembly line production capacity that a slave society could never achieve.

Even if Hephaestus could master all the aforementioned techniques, the small-scale blacksmithing methods of the Greeks would make it impossible to gather enough steel armor and swords for the soldiers on the front lines even in a hundred years.

Not to mention, the Greek world had one more fatal weakness: its population!
Advanced farming techniques lead to higher yields per acre, and more food feeds a larger population.

When the laws of the stellar domain restrict gods from directly intervening, then in melee combat, the side with better equipment, more people, and better training often wins.

……

Agamemnon stood atop the city gate of his capital, gazing at the imposing army in the distance, and temporarily lost his ability to speak.

After a long pause, he finally managed to utter, "How can there be so many people!"

There are too many enemy troops.

The soldiers, gleaming in their armor, formed an absurdly large sea of ​​people.

Their numbers were so great that they filled Agamemnon's entire field of vision from left to right.

From the Aegean Sea coast on the left to the rolling mountains on the right, these damned alien soldiers form a terrifying, unbroken line of troops.

This is not just an ordinary army of mortals.

Agamemnon saw a gigantic black wolf whose shoulders were taller than a human's, and a giant wearing enormous steel armor whose height exceeded four stories.

The number of soldiers that can be seen is likely greater than the total population of Mycenae, where Agamemnon was located.

This scene alone would be enough to make any Greek warrior lose all courage.

If Agamemnon hadn't known that the Olympian gods were watching him, he might have put on a show of 'Why did Your Majesty surrender first?'

"Your Majesty, shall we hold out to the death?" his general asked him, trembling.

"How do we defend it?" Agamemnon asked, pointing to the giant in the distance.

Not one, not two, but dozens!
Even the shortest of these giants was taller than the gate tower where Agamemnon stood.

When a giant strikes with his club, it's a disaster, with everything collapsing.

Great Olympian gods! Bless Mycenae!

His prayers went unanswered; the sky continued to cast a cold, unfeeling gaze.

The Mycenaean king was filled with despair.

He knew that he and his country had been abandoned.

(End of this chapter)