Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 423 Completely devoid of divinity

Asgard, the Golden Palace.

"Oh? It's Ares!" Downs exclaimed as he saw the scene in the spatial passage through his divine vision.

"Huh? He's Ares, the Greek god of war? Is he very strong?" Ishtar looked nervous, but her hands kept moving as she gently massaged Downs' arm muscles.

Towns just wanted to laugh.

Despite Ishtar's seemingly unreliable nature, when it comes to raising children, she's more than content with just surviving.

Unreliable, but truly loves his son.

In this life, she and Gilgamesh became mother and son in a tragic way, and she truly put her heart into it.

Downs glanced at her: "The opponent is strong, Gilgamesh is even stronger."

Towns' words immediately put Ishtar at ease.

Of the six god-kings, Gilgamesh was not only precocious but also incredibly powerful. Having experienced the infiltration of the Egyptian world and the great battle against the Mayan realm, his overall strength was arguably the strongest among the six. Therefore, Downs chose him to lead the charge, hoping for a successful start.

But no matter how you look at it, Ares looks fierce!
Wielding a bronze spear imbued with the power of the God of War, this creature grew to a towering height of over a hundred meters, its imposing presence suggesting it could tear the heavens apart with a single strike. When Ishtar witnessed Ares pierce Gilgamesh's gleaming golden figure with the spear wreathed in the flames of war, she was genuinely worried for her son.

Just then, tens of thousands of gilded steel spears shot out from the void, stretching across the sky, looking from afar like a long golden river suddenly appearing in this world.

"Shhhhh-"

The terrifying sound of wind being cut was incessant!
Don't mistake these for simple javelins. Each javelin is imbued with surging 'money power'; to be precise, it is the divine power bestowed upon the weapons by various Aesir gods.

Correct!
Gilgamesh used money and treasure to pave the way, persuading every god who was too embarrassed to refuse him to help forge this one-time-use artifact.

All in all, this is tantamount to a volley of thousands of low-level divine spells.

It's this outrageous, super-rich aura that somehow gives these ordinary weapons god-like destructive power!
Gilgamesh may not understand the true meaning of combat, but he certainly knows the techniques!

If you can't fight it yourself, then throw money at it.

We need the best weapons!

If he could, he would even be willing to take on all the dwarves in Svartalheim and have them work for him for all eternity, manufacturing all kinds of weapons!
At this moment, Ares finally realized that he was not facing a god-king, but a god-king who ruled over the vast army of gods with his wealth.

"Damn it, you bastard—"

Even if this Greek god of war had been incredibly powerful just moments before, he now had to act like a grandson, grabbing a bronze shield imbued with the power of Hephaestus from behind and holding it firmly in front of him to block the barrage of thousands of low-level divine weapons.

Gilgamesh's maniacal laughter echoed throughout the land: "Ha ha! You big guy! I don't like your size, shrink down—"

Ares originally intended to tough it out.

Unfortunately, his enlarged divine body was now the perfect target. Those spears, which were the size of mortals, could actually penetrate his thick skin and muscles, piercing his body like needles and causing him immense pain.

"Aaaaaah—I, I'm going to kill you—I'm going to tear that arrogant, stinky face off—" Even though Ares had completely transformed back to his human size, his cursing mouth never stopped.

I didn't win the fight, but I didn't lose the argument.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—" The terrifying barrage of bullets never stopped.

It was simply because Ares had shrunk that fewer divine spears could be fired at the same time. In just a few breaths, Ares's entire divine body had transformed into a giant hedgehog.

The increase in defense resulting from the shrinking of the divine body seems to have a significant effect.

But at that moment, Gilgamesh raised his right hand high and swung it down fiercely, sending another divine spear flying.

However, this time the divine spear is the size of a pure-blooded Aesir god.

Compared to other divine spears, it is 'only' twice the size, but the divine power it contains is twice as much in both quality and quantity.

Now it was Ares's turn to be embarrassed.

His shield, forged by Hephaestus himself, was already riddled with holes; its only good thing was that no spear had actually pierced it completely yet.

Now that such a large gun has been thrust in, his shield seems like nothing more than a piece of paper, cough cough, a folded piece of paper.

A direct confrontation is clearly unsustainable, so what about being knocked away?
As soon as Ares made a move, more divine spears the size of mortals pierced through the skin of his divine body, causing him unbearable pain.

"Duang!" He almost endured the excruciating pain of being pierced by a thousand needles to knock away the Asgardian-level javelin.

This is not over yet!

Gilgamesh raised his hand, and more top-tier Asgardian javelins appeared out of thin air.

It is imbued with the divine power of his many good brothers—Thor's thunder, Tyr's war god power, Vidal's natural god power, Baldr's light god power...

Up until now, he hadn't even used the earnings Ishtar had gotten from Downs.

Even so, it's enough to give Ares a hard time.

"No, how could this be!"

Ares stared wide-eyed, his eyes bloodshot.

He thought it was a one-on-one fight, but it felt like the entire Aesir had come to take him down.
Everyone has a god-emperor father, but Gilgamesh's older brothers are also very powerful and happy to help their younger brothers!
When the first Thunder God Spear struck Ares, the arc of electricity emitted by the spear burned the clouds within a hundred miles to a purplish-red.

The light source of the second javelin exploded into countless golden radiances on the bronze shield, and the platinum-gold light energy enveloped the Greek god of war.

The third javelin fell, and a seed of the World Tree was shot into a crack in the bronze shield. An immense natural force burst forth from it, and thick tree roots rapidly grew along the cracks in the shield, even piercing Ares's body through his gauntlets.

At the same time, the world-burning karmic fire ignited on the copper arm armor that had been pierced by the fourth javelin.

At the same instant, a beam of black light filled with the aura of death shot out from the leg armor on Ares' left thigh, and the overflowing death energy instantly killed all living things within a radius of a thousand meters.

Ares was in a terrible state. After being bombarded by countless divine powers hundreds of times, the light he emitted became increasingly variegated. The radiance of his war god power was no longer dominant, which meant that the divine power within him had begun to dissipate in a mournful manner.

The bronze breastplate, forged by Hephaestus, was scorched with blackened holes, and his divine blood had stained his entire body.

"Aaaaah—you, you, you just wait—"

To the surprise of all onlookers, Ares actually escaped!

(End of this chapter)