Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 455 [The Hundred-Handed Giant] Guges
Hades was unaware that he had actually suffered a rather dignified defeat along the way.

The God of War's 'civil war' was truly a tragedy.

From the depths of another spatial passage, a blinding golden light burst forth, illuminating the entire passage. Tyr was clad in a suit of forged steel divine armor painted a bright silver, with every Runas rune on it personally inscribed by His Majesty the God-Emperor.

This thing's defensive capabilities were so high that when Ares, the Greek god of war, mustered all his divine power and used a bronze spear imbued with the power of war to pierce Tyr's shoulder armor, it actually...didn't break through the defense!

Ares was completely dumbfounded.

"How can it be?!"

Tyr's lips twitched silently.

Tyr deliberately used his shoulder armor to block the spear.

Tyr knew from the start that the hardness of his own forged steel far surpassed that of the opponent's bronze equipment, and he also knew that the runes his father inscribed when he was bored were very powerful. But when it comes to war, you never know how strong you are or how weak your enemy is until you actually fight it out.

Tyr, with his extremely rich combat experience, deliberately used his thickest shoulder armor to withstand the attack, just to test the protective capabilities of his armor.

I knew it, but when I tried it, I was shocked.

Correct!
Both sides were startled.

Both being gods of war, how could one achieve a flawless victory?
Especially when both sides saw the crooked bronze spearhead, the surrounding air even fell into a deathly silence.

It's outrageous!
Tyr finally realized that it wasn't just a matter of equipment quality, but also a difference in their respective "war" levels.

In those small places, battles of a few hundred against a few hundred would be described in the country's history books as major battles or something similar.

Little did they know that in the world of Jinlunga, with a population of over 100 million, this scale wouldn't even qualify as a village brawl.

Despite the numerous battles fought in the Greek world recently involving tens of thousands of people, Ares only managed to acquire a fraction of Tyr's divine power. After all, most of the Indian and Mayan cannon fodder were followers of Tyr and Arthur!

A crushing defeat due to both superior equipment and divine power...

What a slap in the face!

Tyr's sword struck down like a thunderbolt, leaving Ares stunned.

A sword strike imbued with overwhelming war god power shattered Ares's heart with its earth-shattering momentum.

Ares instinctively raised his spear, but only halfway up did he realize it wasn't safe. With his left hand, he drew the short, thick bronze sword from his waist, forming a cross in an attempt to block the attack.

Ares was too naive.

Tyr's mere sword energy severed Ares's spear; not only was his divine power not greatly depleted, but the power of his second burst also shattered Ares's divine sword.

Ares was terrified this time.

Based solely on his last reaction, he managed to dodge to the side.

He dodged, but his chariot couldn't escape; Tyr cleaved the horse and carriage in two with a single sword strike.

"Ahhh-"

Ares used the broken blade in his hand as a projectile, smashing it all at Tyr, then turned around, mounted another surviving divine horse, smashed its lasso, and rode away like the wind.

"what?"

This time, it was Tyr's turn to be naive.

Tyr never expected that the mighty God of War would actually run away.

Shouldn't the God of War be the one with the strongest fighting spirit in the pantheon, the one who loves to fight to the death and never retreat?

What the hell do you mean by running away?
It was precisely because of this misjudgment, and because Tyr himself was not a highly mobile deity, that after being a step too slow to mount his divine horse, Tyr was unable to catch up with Ares.

Taking into account the instructions given to him by his father, the god Downs, before the battle, Tyr did not know when to stop. It was one thing if he couldn't catch up, but if he didn't chase, he wouldn't be able to put pressure on his opponent.

The battle here ended so quickly that Tyr became the first major god to officially invade the Greek world.

In fact, given his divine power, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a god-king.

Tyre's only missing piece was fame. As soon as Tyre won, a large army followed him into the Greek world.

Right behind him, Frey, the sun god of the Aesir, and Arthur, the god of knights, led their personal followers and charged in with Tyr.

As a result, Ares didn't dare to run too far. As soon as he came out of the space passage, he saw Apollo patrolling and had no choice but to rejoin Apollo and lead his men to push back up.

Ares thought he was the only one who had lost face, but little did he expect that Hades would also be defeated and ambushed from behind by Hela and her army of the dead.

This has stirred up quite a stir in the Greek world.

They emerged from the foot of Mount Olympus.

This place was right under the nose of Zeus, the king of the gods, so even if Ares was a coward, he wouldn't dare to run back up the mountain in a flash.

This infuriated Zeus.

The Aesir gods have gotten too big for their britches. If Zeus doesn't do something, all those slave gods will surely rebel tonight.

Divine spells are only used to suppress the opponent. If a god is willing to suffer damage to their soul and rebel even at the cost of tearing their soul apart, then it is truly impossible to stop them.

Didn't you see that Odin can even play 'Soul Puzzle'?
The world of gods can be this unreasonable.

This time, Zeus had reached his limit and finally unleashed his trump card—

"Roar!"

A mountain moved.

Oh, this is not a mountain, but it is a hundred times more terrifying than a mountain.

The Hundred-Handed Giant, Griggs!

As the son of Uranus, the first god-king, and Gaia, the Earth Mother, the Hundred-Handed Giant possessed a larger body than the Titans, who were the second generation of gods.

In mythology, they were said to be able to smash out a hundred mountains at once.

While there is certainly an element of artistic exaggeration, it's not much different for ordinary people.

The giant before us is at least 500 meters tall.

Apart from the thickest head and limbs, the overall trapezoidal torso was densely covered with 49 other heads, each larger than a carriage, and another 98 thick arms, comparable to the booms of a harbor dock.

In a single encounter, they frantically hurled nearly a hundred boulders, each the size of a small house.

"Whoohoo-"

"woo woo woo woo--"

The sound of the boulder breaking through the atmosphere and slicing through the sky was so terrifying that it immediately reminded the god Aesir of the word "meteor shower".

Absolute brute force, coupled with an unreasonable number, is enough to overwhelm ordinary gods.

But Hela is no ordinary person!

"Second Brother!" After the Lord of Helheim called out softly, the World Serpent immediately displayed its equally exaggerated side.

After a few low, exaggerated friction sounds, Jormungandr's exaggerated serpentine body, which was over five kilometers long, had coiled into a huge ball. The underworld army that had just rushed out of the spatial passage was protected in the middle of the mountain-like serpentine body, and the thick serpentine tail was like a whip, constantly lashing at the flying boulders.

This scene really looks a bit like a baseball bat swing.

"Boom! Boom!"

"Ping ping pong pong!"

Many of the boulders were even sent flying back the way they came by Jormungandr's whip, causing the Hundred-Handed Giants, who couldn't dodge in time, to scream in pain.

This time, Zeus really couldn't sit still.

(End of this chapter)