Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 422 Gilgamesh vs. Ares

close!

The two world clusters are getting closer and closer in terms of space. The shockwaves from the approaching giant world clusters alone are enough to shake up the limited chaotic energy in this star field.

Furthermore, influenced by the mysterious gravitational pull from the star field, the previously existing omnidirectional spatial passage has reappeared.

It is generally divided into six directions: up, down, left, right, front, and back, and there are also space passages at the level of god-kings connecting the two world clusters.

With the addition of several channels of slightly lower energy levels, the strategy of having the larger world hide behind the smaller worlds and fight with only cannon fodder worlds has once again become impossible.

This is an upgraded version of a gang fight.

It's almost as if it was deliberately designed this way to prevent the two major pantheons from speedrunning through one route.

Seeing this situation, Downs pondered for a moment: "The six main passages are to be handed over to the six God-Kings. As for these other passages... Thor, Arthur, Frey, and Tyr, each of you will choose one to guard."

"Yes—" all the god-kings and core deities responded in unison.

The order spread rapidly like a shockwave.

As soon as the various god-kings stepped out of the temple, a series of divine thoughts were transmitted outwards.

"Summon the gods, we'll take charge of passage number one. Let's send someone to lead the charge." Gilgamesh beamed, raising his golden eyebrows and placing one hand on his hip, surveying the waiting gods with an air of supreme dominance.

As expected, Siegfried and Bedivere stepped forward in unison, bowed, and said, "We are willing to share our lord's burdens!"

Gilgamesh glanced at the few South Asian deities behind him who were a step behind, slightly disappointed, and ignored these somewhat timid fellows, taking out a gold coin used by the Aesir gods.

This exquisite gold coin features Downs' portrait on one side and the World Tree, representing the world of Kinlunga, on the other.

He casually tossed the gold coin into the air: "Siegfried, you're the avatar; Bedivere, you're the [Tree]!"

The gold coin was tossed into the air, traced a high parabola, and finally fell onto the steps without any divine interference. It bounced a few times before the 'World Tree' faced upwards.

Bedivere raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly: "This time I'm the vanguard."

Siegfried wasn't annoyed. He drew his sword, twirled it beautifully, and then sheathed it again: "I wish you success in your first kill."

"Thank you!"

……

As expected, most of the vanguard officers were snatched up by the mortal heroes.

Those heroes who ascended to godhood from mortal bodies were the most disruptive force in this war of the gods, stirring up the tides of destiny. Their appearance brought a positive and uplifting atmosphere to the previously rigid class structure of the Aesir gods.

Those former South Asian gods, who had been brutally beaten for half a century and had long since become somewhat complacent and resigned to their fate, began to follow the ancient teachings of the Aesir gods in order to maintain their status and prove themselves through military achievements. Some of them succeeded, but many more became cowardly after their defeats.

Whether they like it or not, unless they become goddesses focused on domestic affairs, they are destined to be pushed onto the battlefield by Towns to prove themselves worthy of their current status in blood and fire.

The six great gods, along with their divine servants and angelic hordes, began their march into the Greek world.

This news truly surprised Queen Hera.

She recently painted a rosy picture and feigned strength. Whether or not she could truly deceive all the slave gods of the subordinate worlds, she at least made her own contribution in maintaining stability.

Unexpectedly, once the spatial passage was opened, those damned Aesir gods actually dared to launch a large-scale attack. This time, if the twelve Olympian kings were to suffer any mishap, they would truly lose all face.

Hera looked at Ares, who considered himself invincible, and sighed deeply.

She was well aware of Ares's strength, and frankly, she didn't expect him to achieve any earth-shattering victories. She felt that among the twelve god-kings, Poseidon, Athena, and the siblings Artemis were the most reliable. The rest were either not combat-oriented, or, like herself, were unable to directly engage in battle due to their status.

The original twelve Olympian gods included Zeus, so the God-Emperor could not possibly access such a high-level spatial channel.

In addition, Hermes, Hestia, Aphrodite, and Demeter will likely not go to the battlefield unless something unexpected happens.

In reality, it was not easy to gather all six paths. With Hephaestus, the god of fire and forging, busy studying steel-forging techniques, it had come to the point where Hades, who was not one of the twelve god-kings, had to be sent out, otherwise one of the passages would be left empty.

Originally, all six armies should have marched out together.

Unfortunately, Mount Olympus has such an oddball.

Ares was warlike and belligerent; the sound of war drums would make him dance with joy, and the smell of blood would entice him into a frenzy. Slaughter and carnage were commonplace for him. Wherever there was a fierce battle, he would immediately rush there and begin hacking and slashing without asking any questions.

He looked majestic in his armor, with a feathered helmet, leather arm guards, and a menacing bronze spear in his hand.

As soon as the passage opened, he jumped onto the chariot and rushed into the nearest spatial passage.

Behind him, his companion, Enyo, the goddess of war and bloodshed, followed closely with a host of divine servants and heroic spirits.

The atmosphere in the five-kilometer-wide and one-kilometer-high passageway was somewhat eerie.

A crimson mist of blood swallowed the setting sun as Gilgamesh, leading his followers, shattered the scorched earth. His golden armor gleamed like molten gold amidst the smoke and fire, and with each gallop of his chariot, a resounding clang shook the very soul.

The majestic golden divine light dispelled the chaotic aura that had been raining down like arrows.

The divine horse he rode was also a famous steed born of a certain god of trickery...

This enormous warhorse, originally intended for the Aesir gods, was over four meters tall at the shoulder.

The divine hurricane it unleashed during its charge easily overturned the Spartan heroes at the forefront, and the spirit steeds they rode were shattered in the process of neighing.

"This is the Greek army? It's a complete mess!"

Gilgamesh, who finally had the chance to fight, had no concept of 'bullying the weak'.

Thousands upon thousands of forged steel weapons appeared in the space around him, shooting towards the opposite side in a dense swarm like locusts.

The Spartan spirits at the forefront began to crumble, and the souls of the front-line soldiers suddenly shattered, their fragments swirling like a torrential downpour and then dissipating into the spatial passage.

This scene made Bedivere's expression extremely strange: "No, Your Majesty, what happened to me playing as the striker?"

"Hahaha! Sorry, sorry! It's been too long since I've done anything, I'm a little excited." Gilgamesh was quite good-natured towards those he valued.

Bedivere was about to step forward, but then he changed his mind: "Sigh, it seems the guy over there also likes to charge..."

That's right!

Ares, that bastard, just recklessly charged forward without any regard for the consequences.

(End of this chapter)