Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 413 Bloodletting Still Needed
"That shameless Zeus! He completely disregarded the fact that I gave birth to him and raised him. For the sake of the power of the king of the gods, he incited those bastards to launch a sneak attack on me! Not only that, he also bribed my brothers, yes, those hundred-handed giants you see outside. Don't be fooled by their many heads; they are actually quite simple-minded. Under Zeus's influence, they rebelled against me and my brothers and sisters."

Cronus is explaining the Battle of the Titans from his perspective, a battle that determined the fate of the Greek world!
Odin outwardly listened humbly to Cronus's words, but inwardly he didn't believe a single word of it.

Betrayal, deception, slander—Odin has seen far too much of this kind of rotten behavior.

It does not matter!

Importantly, Odin confirmed Cronus's hatred for Zeus.

In this universe, hatred is the strongest emotion.

Cronus had been imprisoned here for who knows how many years. He had fallen from a high and mighty god-king to a forgotten prisoner.

Every day he spent here transformed into hatred for Zeus.

As a former loser, it's unlikely that Cronus would come up with a new tactic to deal with his good son.

Odin had no hope for this.

The enemy of my enemy is not necessarily an ally, but the identity of enemy cannot be erased.

Odin was delighted at the thought that releasing Cronus would cause trouble for Zeus.

Even if this doesn't help Odin avenge his previous defeat, it's still good to annoy Zeus.

The key point is that Odin thinks his good older brother Downs will be happy.

Actually, releasing Cronus carried a huge risk: that once freed, Cronus might betray him. Fortunately, Odin had a powerful older brother who was the king of the gods, a presence that made Cronus hesitant to act rashly.

Odin watched silently as the former Titan king, whose body was the size of a mountain, performed. Finally, when the performance was over, Odin said calmly, "Your long-cherished wish to avenge yourself against Zeus will surely be fulfilled, but now, both of us need enough patience. Zeus's minions are very vigilant, and it will take enough time to secretly melt down these damned cursed bronze cages. Otherwise, that hundred-armed monster will kill your brothers and sisters."

“Oh, of course, we need to operate covertly. Uh, I mean, we have plenty of time.” Kronos’s two large eyes, each the size of a small palace, flickered with a complex mix of emotions, including hatred, patience, and excitement.

Odin bowed slightly: "Then, I will go and contact your brothers and sisters. First, prepare for the escape, and then wait for my eldest brother—God Emperor Downs Paulson's signal—to launch a coordinated attack from within and without, and destroy the false Olympus mountain in one fell swoop!"

“Yes! Do it that way! I’ll wait for your news!” Cronus nervously placed the steel pillar Odin had given him into the depths of the enormous bronze cage that resembled an abyss. Due to its size, the steel pillar, which appeared as small as a grain of rice to Odin, looked like a grain of rice in Cronus’s hand.

It was precisely this size that allowed it to easily evade the surveillance of the Hundred-Armed Giant.

Having bid farewell to Cronus, Odin began his journey through the underworld. He had to navigate a labyrinth of enchanted bronze walls right under the noses of the Hundred-Handed Giants, collecting the scattered Fate Plates from Tartarus, and then casting them into the cages of the various Titan prisoners.

Only when the Titans' cages are all in a state where they can be destroyed at any time can the most basic conditions be met!
Interestingly, Towns had no idea that his foolish brother was playing a 'garbage scavenging game' in the Greek underworld.

His focus remains on the current massive battle of gods.

Between worlds, there has never been such a thing as a quick victory in war.

If the opponent is determined to resist and doesn't make any outrageous moves like "no one can defeat me before I surrender," then it's highly likely that the game will be a war of attrition.

There is no surrender until the opponent is completely defeated and bleeds to the last drop.

There are many such examples in Earth's history. A city can assemble an army, only to have it wiped out. Then they can assemble another, and a third, until the enemy occupies the city or wipes out all the able-bodied men in it. Only then will the city submit, admit defeat, and surrender.

Towns's little tricks might work, but more importantly, he never placed all his hopes on such tricks.

Thinking about winning the world in one battle is a poor imperialist approach, not suitable for a country as large as Kinlunga.

At this moment, the gods in charge of the attack encountered a large group of seemingly chaotic god-level enemies.

When they crossed the void and fought their way through the spatial passage to the Greek world, the first thing they encountered was the unfamiliar underwater environment.

The pitch-black deep-sea environment is a nightmare for those mortal gods who have ascended to godhood. Only those who were born gods or belong to the elemental gods can gain a foothold.

The sound of gurgling seawater filled my ears, and a chilly atmosphere emanated from all directions.

Looking at the seawater around him that he had pushed aside with his divine power, Arjuna felt immense pressure.

He was once an ambitious man, and now, having ascended to godhood, he still feels the hopes of millions of Indian mortals rest on his shoulders. He dares not even consider restoring the old Indian pantheon; His Majesty the Divine Emperor would not allow beings with more than two arms and more than one head to join the Aesir.

He felt it was his responsibility to protect millions of his compatriots.

Even as time has passed, those compatriots who came from the Indian world have been freed from slavery and become so-called free people.

But not all free citizens are the same.

In the world of Jinlunga, the only way to elevate a race's status is through military merit.

That's why Arjuna worked so hard.

For this attack, he even brought along his old friend and former rival—Karna, who is still a mortal.

Then, he felt like he had kicked a hornet's nest again.

The deep sea is not his area of ​​expertise.

Their appearance, unfortunately, attracted the attention of a sea god.

The creature in front of me, resembling a mermaid, exudes a powerful oceanic aura.

Even if Arjuna used his divine power to push aside water within a hundred-meter diameter, so what?
On the other side of the water wall, the sea goddess swam swiftly and gracefully, harnessing the power of the ocean.

That was a song, and also a call to action.

With Arjuna's perception, he could clearly sense that a large number of lobster-shaped sea monsters, about the size of a carriage, were rapidly approaching from near and far.

Apart from this, the entire ocean seemed to have completely transformed into a single living entity, like a giant sea monster, ready to swing its limbs and deliver a merciless blow to the intruder.

(End of this chapter)