Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 407 Robbery
According to Homer's epics, Mycenae in its heyday was a city "rich in gold," renowned for its gold and silver artifacts.

Mycenae Castle sits atop a mountain between the Zara and Erias mountains, its plan roughly triangular in shape. The walls, constructed of massive stone blocks encircling the mountain, are 8 meters high and 5 meters thick. A magnificent gate opens on the northwest side, above which stands a triangular stone carving of two leaping lions; hence, the main gate of Mycenae Castle is known as the Lion Gate.

Unfortunately, the Lions Gate, which appears enormous and majestic to mortals, is nothing more than a kitten in the face of true giants.

"Boom-"

A frost giant swept his club across, and the lion's head of the Mycenaean Lion Gate flew away lightly.

"Fire! Fire!" Agamemnon roared, urging his soldiers to fire their crossbows.

The crisp "clang" sound made him utterly despair.

The dazzling, golden bronze spearhead struck the giant's forged steel breastplate, and was thus spectacularly knocked away, leaving only a distinct gray mark.

Failed to penetrate enemy armor!

"I refuse to believe it!" Agamemnon personally operated the ballista and fired a shot at the face of a giant.

This time, the thick crossbow bolt indeed pierced the T-shaped opening in the giant's full-face steel helmet visor.

Just when Agamemnon thought he was finally going to achieve a glorious kill, he never expected that the giant was far more foolish than he had imagined. At the last moment, the giant tilted his head and managed to dodge the fatal blow.

"Ooooooo!" The giant's cheek was pierced by a bullet, and large patches of bloody gums could even be seen, but he was still alive.

Agamemnon's ballistae provoked the giant's rage. The giant, his left hand shielded by armor, covered most of his face, and charged forward with terrifying strides of ten meters each. He raised his terrifying, ten-meter-long spiked club high and swung it down at the city wall!

It's true that Agamemnon's grandfather Tantalus was the son of Zeus, but by his generation, the divine blood within him had become extremely diluted. Unlike Achilles, the son of a true god who possessed considerable divine power and even had the opportunity to become a god himself, Agamemnon's physique was only about twice as strong as that of a mortal, hardly defying the heavens.

As the giant brought down his club, Agamemnon, though he dodged the direct hit, was still struck by a large number of flying fragments of stone from the city wall.

"Ah?!" Amidst the excruciating pain, he vaguely heard the cracking sound of his bones breaking. Although the sound terrified him, the intense dizziness caused his vision to go black, and he lost consciousness.

When Agamemnon awoke again, he was astonished to find himself in an enormous palace, a grand hall dozens of stories high, clearly not for mortals.

The inhabitants here are clearly giants.

"You're awake? The surgery was a success." The speaker was none other than Menelaus, Agamemnon's brother, the Spartan king who should have become the infamous 'cuckold king.' In this Greek world, the Trojan War hadn't even begun, and Helen was still his newlywed wife.

"Surgery?" Agamemnon was stunned.

“It’s an Aesir healer. You’re badly injured. Without their divine magic and treatment of your wounds, you won’t survive,” the Green-Hat King sighed.

"We are..."

"Sparta and Mycenae have both fallen!" the cuckolded king cried out in anguish.

In his agonizing recollection, he described the scene he witnessed—the brutal army of Aesir mortals easily destroying the walls of Sparta. Despite the valor of the Spartan warriors, it was all in vain.

Their bronze daggers could not pierce or cut through the enemy's armor, while the enemy's forged steel swords could easily cleave through their bronze-skinned round shields. This unequal disparity in equipment was not something that Spartan warriors could easily erase through mere martial skill and tactical coordination.

What Menelaus found even more humiliating was that, in order to capture more prisoners, the enemy had developed a forked steel fork, specifically designed to pin Spartan warriors to the ground and disarm them.

“And Helen?” Agamemnon suddenly remembered something very important. Menelaus replied with immense bitterness, “She came.”

Following his brother's gaze, Agamemnon saw a giant in golden armor, as tall as three men, entering the hall, with his sister-in-law Helen following behind as a maid.

Downs entered Valhalla and looked at the group of Greek mortal heroes who had been captured and brought back, while Brunhilde was reporting to each of them and explaining their identities.

Downs casually glanced around; even a slight release of his divine power was enough to cause these mortals to explode and die on the spot.

Fortunately, Towns had perfect control over his power.

Towns glanced at Menelaus, who was 'wanting to be angry but unable to, wanting to be a father but unable to,' and then looked away.

He had absolutely no intention of taking advantage of Helen.

He is too powerful. If a woman doesn't even have a demigod-like body, he could kill her with just a tiny bit of his power.

Despite being the daughter of Zeus and Queen Leda of Tyndareus, Helen possessed little divinity beyond her beauty, and her physical constitution was merely that of a mortal.

Taking Helen as a maid was purely for decoration.

Furthermore, he had no interest in taking the cuckolded king as a subordinate, so he didn't care about considering his feelings.

At Downs' level, unless he possessed top-tier divine power, he could only satisfy his collecting obsession by acquiring those mythical figures as a way to fulfill his dreams.

As for whether or not to use them... LOL, why should I have to use the heroes that I, the God Emperor, have won back on my own merits?
Downs glanced at the mortal kings kneeling before him, listening to his praise, and casually uttered, "Well done," before falling silent.

Brunhilde understood and stepped forward: "Step back, the reward will be issued later."

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Great God-Emperor!"

A single word of praise is the greatest honor a mortal king can receive.

Based on Towns's words alone, their family's legacy for the next hundred years is practically secured.

Kinlunga is a typical world of divine right of kings!

Under the whole heaven, all land belongs to the divine!

In an era when the Aesir truly influenced the world, royal power was nothing but an illusion. Only when the gods approved of a king's rule did it become true royalty. A single word from a supreme deity could change dynasties.

Therefore, compared to mortal armies invading Greece and slaughtering the Greeks, it was more cost-effective for mortal kings to directly capture Greeks and present them to the divine emperor.

A month-long war among mortals robbed nearly half of Greece's population.

The total number of city-states affected by the calamity included seven, namely Mycenae, Sparta, Syracuse, and Megara, with a total of 110,000 people killed and 1.5 million taken captive.

This is definitely not the limit of the mortal army in the world of Jinlunga, but it is the limit of the Greek city-state.

(End of this chapter)