Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 418 The Vanished Divine Gun

To be honest, Scáthach's divine skills and fighting spirit were completely different from the Aesir gods that Thanatos knew.

The Aesir, as depicted among the Greek gods, were generally crude, rude, violent, and wild, and they revered plunder and destruction.

These stereotypes are not seen in Scáthach at all.

However, the moment Scáthach wielded her two mighty spears, whipping up the gales of the underworld and piercing the gray mist with their crimson tips, Thanatos felt a slight pang of regret.

This fighting style is clearly not unique to naturally born gods!
Primal deities often rely more on their divine bodies, as a powerful divine body is sufficient to overwhelm enemies, especially those with Titan bloodlines. Their thick skin and tough flesh are enough to drive mortals to despair.

Scáthach's movements are clearly full of skill, honed to face superhuman beings whose physical abilities far surpass those of ordinary people.

Ironically, this female Grim Reaper seems completely unaware of her own power.

Even disregarding her greatly enhanced divine body, her death power is still extremely rare in this chaotic universe in terms of purity and strength.

Thanatos encountered Death, who was on the same level as him, for the first time.

"Well done!"

With a wave of his hand, the phantoms of seven death messengers slashed out seven crescent-shaped arcs of light with sharp scythes wrapped in black silk.

This is no ordinary shockwave.

The built-in [Soul Destruction] attribute is enough to inflict terrible damage on a righteous god at the soul level.

Unexpectedly, the purple-haired female reaper spun gracefully, narrowly passing between the two almost intersecting arcs of death scythes. At the same time, the Runas runes wrapped around the shaft of her left pistol suddenly shone as bright as day, carrying the roar of the souls of countless heroes. With a throw, she forcefully pierced a huge gap in Thanatos's death domain.

"This……"

A black vortex erupted from the golden markings on the forehead of the black-robed deity, and the trajectory of the scythe in his hand condensed into thirteen dark golden lines, instantly forming a large three-dimensional death array.

What appeared before her was nothing short of a complete fortress of death.

At that moment, millions of dead souls surged forth from the fortress, screaming and transforming into a gray-white tidal wave under Thanatos's guidance. This wave wove together in the air to form a giant net that devoured the gods, rushing towards Scáthach.

And the one leading the soul tsunami was none other than a fallen true god.

Perhaps he was once a god-king, perhaps he had a glorious past and countless believers.

Now he has only one identity—a prisoner of Thanatos!

His soul's face was already blurred and indistinct; only his enormous mouth continued to emit incoherent wails. His ten-story-high soul body was bound by countless black soul chains and shackles of various sizes.

Even so, he charged toward Scáthach, brandishing a huge anchor.

In Thanatos's imagination, this would be a contest of divine power and skill.

Both are death gods, so it comes down to who has more wronged souls in their hands and who controls the souls more strongly!

This fallen god-king was just one of his trump cards; he was still hiding his true trump card.

Sure enough, as he expected.

Scáthach threw the first spear.

[The Piercing Spear That Kills Death]!
The strange purple spear drew an eerie arc in mid-air before finally piercing the spirit of the fallen god-king.

The former god-king, who had been baring his fangs and brandishing his claws moments before, was instantly vaporized into a wisp of blue smoke the instant he touched the demonic spear, the Runas runes flowing across its surface.

The goddess's spear, treading on the void, triggered an exaggerated explosion. Amidst the shattered waves of the underworld, terrified souls scattered in all directions. Scáthach's performance was indeed impressive, but it failed to exceed Thanatos's expectations and preparations.

A new three-dimensional underworld array suddenly appeared around the Greek god of death, and each of the emerging souls had a glorious record of slaying dragons and destroying demons in their original world.

They are Thanatos's cannon fodder!
Thanatos pointed his long finger, and the undead immediately turned into a gray-white torrent that charged toward Scáthach.

This was supposed to be a bladder-clenching session!

Unexpectedly, Scáthach seems to have lost some of her martial ethics.

She opened it.

No, she never turned it off in the first place.

It appeared that she was remotely retrieving the [Piercing Thorn Spear] she had just thrown with her divine sense, but in reality, the divine spear in her right hand, which she had never used before, vanished in a flash.

"Huh?" Thanatos was astonished.

He instinctively wanted to know where the vanished spear had gone, but Scáthach threw the spear in her left hand again.

The sharp spear transformed into 108 streaks of black light of varying shades, like black meteors symbolizing death, easily blasting Thanatos's army of the dead away, sending them flying into the sky and across the ground.

Thanatos's black robes billowed, revealing pale hands. He clenched his fingers and pulled nine burning divine souls, intending to use these powerful sacrifices as a catalyst to unleash a divine-level soul frenzy.

Just as the battle seemed to be entering a heated phase...

Thanatos was horrified to see a sharp spearhead emerge from his chest.

"what?"

He did know the gun came from Scáthach's right hand, but he just couldn't see or sense its trajectory!

At that moment, he still harbored a sliver of hope, believing that it was just a divine spear of ordinary rank.

If that's the case, he can still use his immense divine power to forcefully suppress it, preventing the divine might erupting from the divine spear from directly tearing his soul apart.

He did indeed do so, not hesitating to hold the sharp tip of the gun in one hand and let it pierce his palm.

Thanatos was trying to divert the power of the divine spear in this way.

At that moment, a terrifying scene unfolded.

A phantom of an ancient battlefield appeared in his eyes, depicting countless chaotic giants, colossal monsters reaching the heavens and the earth, and a deadly battle between a chaotic god-king and an order god-king.

He inexplicably learned the name of this epic battle—Ragnarok!
And I also understood the origin of this divine spear!

He was even familiar with the previous owner of this divine spear, the Gungnir, which had once been wielded by the god-king Odin!
Only then did he sense the extremely rare [Spatial] power on the divine spear!
"No wonder! No wonder!"

Only in this way can we explain why he couldn't see the strange trajectory of the spear's projectile.

It's too late!

The three pairs of bone wings that had involuntarily unfolded behind the black-robed Grim Reaper suddenly burst into azure ghost fire, a sign that his soul had lost control.

no way!
The terrifying tearing power brought by space was something that a mere secondary god like him could not withstand!

What burst forth from the black-robed deity's body was not divine blood, but rather boiling fragments of space, and chaotic matter mixed and fused with parts of the Styx River.

The next instant, Thanatos, the Greek god of death, fell!
(End of this chapter)