Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 410 Another Great Battle Erupts
Odin had no choice. After truly feeling the power of the mysterious god-king before him, he knew that he, who had only escaped with his soul, had no leverage to persuade this guy.

Creating cards out of thin air is a maneuver that not everyone can pull off.

You must be in a truly dominant position, or the other party must know that you were once a strong person, before you have a chance to intimidate them.

Moreover, that poor fellow was enjoying the most extravagant form of restraint Zeus had ever provided.

A cruel instrument of divine power loss, coupled with a bronze wall of divine incantations that suppress divine power, and a warden of god-king caliber, the Hundred-Armed Giant.

Who could stand this deal?

What's even more remarkable is that the hundred-armed giant actually kept a close watch on this area. Odin, on his own, had virtually no chance.

His only hope was that Towns would cause some big commotion outside to weaken the guards here, or maybe even bring him some useful artifacts into Tartarus.

Fortunately, Odin was not in a hurry at all.

He even had time to pass by Apuch's cell door to reassure him.

Tartarus's Cage of the Gods is indeed terrifying.

This place is a bronze labyrinth with the prohibition of divine power as its core element.

The city walls here can move on their own, as if they were living things.

Several times Odin tried to escape through the gaps revealed by the hundred-meter-high bronze walls, but he controlled his impulse. He carefully separated a wisp of divine thought and let it drift away, and as expected, the thought was extinguished.

It was indeed a trap ahead!
"Huh?" One of the hundred-armed giants tilted its head slightly, perhaps momentarily puzzled.

It quickly gave up, because the annihilated soul was too weak, and felt like a wronged ghost that had wandered into the Tartarus dungeon.

This is not uncommon.

Odin's spirit remained hidden in the shadows, silently recording the movement of this bronze labyrinth.

This may be very complicated for ordinary people.

But for a god-king with a brain so powerful that he can receive the prayers of tens of thousands of people at the same time, this is really no problem.

Like unraveling a mystery, or tinkering with a jigsaw puzzle made up of tens of thousands of pieces, Odin spent a full month piecing together only a small part of the Tartarus labyrinth.

Just then, the dome of hell suddenly cracked open, and a strange beam of light seeped into hell...

On the other hand, driven by cosmic ocean currents, the two world clusters have arrived at a new point of convergence of destiny.

Black holes, variable-light stars, anomalous gravitational fields, multiple suns of different colors crammed together, and super-intense radiation zones capable of instantly killing frost giants... In the gaps of this densely packed, destructive space that can be described as a complete encyclopedia of cosmic traps, there is a tiny safe zone that allows the gods of both worlds to traverse.

With just a glance, Ishtar shook her head and waved her hands, refusing to fly out alone to explore, both physically and mentally. She even put on a simple lace maid outfit and put on a pitiful look.

Towns didn't force this unlucky goddess.

This is a stage set up by the laws of the star field; there's no need for a little girl like her to venture outside the boundaries of the Jinlunga world to explore.

Previously, battles involving mortal armies, mortal heroes, demigods, or divine avatars were, frankly, just warm-up acts.

When Poseidon, who can unleash a cataclysmic wave at any moment, appears, even a million-strong army of mortals can only be swept into the sea to feed the fish.

This is also why the Olympian gods were not in a hurry at all.

They had absolute confidence in their own combat strength. What a coincidence!

The same applies to the Aesir gods.

The current situation is that the population of the Jinlunga world is more than ten times larger, making it far ahead in the field of faith and deification; while the Greek world, in theory, has more surging and exaggerated divine power brought by the elements.

It is still unclear who will win.

Whether it's a mule or a horse, we'll find out once it's out for a spin.

You're lying if you say Towns has no pressure at all.

He's been busy for almost two centuries. If all that preparation, conquering so many pantheons, and annexing so many worlds still couldn't overcome the Olympian gods' talent (their vast elemental resources), then that would be utterly absurd.

If that were the case, and his experience traversing this universe were written into a novel, it would probably be a piece of garbage that nobody would read.

On the other hand, the Chinese tend to be overly optimistic about their enemies. Is it possible that the Olympian gods were actually quite weak?
Towns seemed to have a subtle sense of conflict.

So much so that even the graceful singing and dancing of the goddesses around him seemed less appealing.

In any case, with the opening of this divine passage, the divine war, which had been temporarily suspended for almost a month, has resumed.

Unsurprisingly, both sides launched an attack on each other simultaneously.

This time it wasn't a slowly drifting spatial cavity, but a straightforward projection of divine power.

If we were to pull the world to the so-called dome of the universe, and peer through the interference of mutated star regions from an extremely 'high' place, we could clearly see that countless divine avatars, or even the divine beings themselves, imbued with divine souls, were surging with their accumulated divine power, thus piercing through the void of the universe and reaching worlds thousands of kilometers away.

The universe cannot transmit ordinary sounds.

The elemental tremors caused by divine power fluctuations are not included in this category.

If you have the ability to extend your perception beyond the world barrier, you will be able to clearly hear the "whoosh" sound of air being cut through.

This scene resembled the space fleets in Downs' memory firing countless laser cannons at each other from a distance.

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—even if you know that different colors of divine light represent different attributes of the gods, they are still pleasing to the eye!
At the forefront, a scaled-down version of the Fusang world saw its sky crack open with a gap thousands of meters long amidst a roar. The shattered spatial barrier of the dome was solidified by a strange divine power, and after breaking apart, it poured down like a torrential rain.

One after another, enormous giant figures appeared, crashing to the ground and turning vast swathes of earth beneath their feet into dust.

As they emerged from the deep pit, each step they took caused the long-parched land to crack and splinter like a spiderweb.

The enemy was not alone, for the Slavic deities who defended the area met them head-on.

The heartthrob Chernobog, riding his peculiar ram chariot, charged in at breakneck speed.

The sharp sound of the forged steel chariots with spiked wheels grinding against the earth assaulted the eardrums of the attackers.

"I am Chernobog, the god of darkness and sorrow of the Aesir! State your name—"

The Greek god, whose appearance was somewhat unsightly, patted off the fragments of spatial barrier clinging to his body and coldly declared, "Son of Poseidon, the sea god—Cygnus of the Cygnus constellation!"

When two people don't see eye to eye, a few words are too much. Simply stating their names is enough for a straightforward and unpretentious exchange.

The next instant, the earth was illuminated with light and shadow that resembled neon lights!
(End of this chapter)