Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 468 A Crushing Defeat (Part 2)
"what……"

The moment the hammerhead embedded itself in Hermes's back, the surrounding space seemed to be abruptly emptied into a vacuum.

Hermes' arched spine emitted a crisp sound like jade shattering, and fragments of golden-red internal organs sprayed from the bursting corner of his mouth, transforming into a mutated thunderstorm that filled the sky with lightning.

Thor calmly looked down at the falling body of Hermes, showing no joy whatsoever at killing the king of the gods.

Perhaps, in his eyes, this kind of non-combatant deity is not worth mentioning.

The other Aesir gods didn't care about that. Regardless, Hermes was recognized by both pantheons as one of the Olympian gods' kings. Even with his previous feat of capturing Artemis, that was done by the god-king Thor himself. Thor was the first to directly kill an Olympian god-king.

They immediately erupted in thunderous cheers.

"Prince Thor is too strong!"

Long live Your Highness!

"Oh oh oh!"

Thor didn't need to go; someone from the gods would naturally fly over to collect Hermes' body and present him with his "Scepter of Mercy."

Thor glanced at it only once: "[Business] Ah! Send it to my brother Gilgamesh."

"Yes!"

At the same time, on the western side of Mount Olympus, a grand divine war suddenly broke out.

A whole host of seemingly chaotic divine spells, such as [Blazing Flames], [Light], and [Holy Fire], were actually wielded by the goddess of the hearth, completely overturning the gods' preconceived notions about Hestia, the goddess-king of Olympus.

Especially that sacred fire; if an ordinary Asgardian gets burned by it, they will either die or be seriously injured.

Before the gods, the two South Asians were transformed into divine torches, howling loudly as they were burned to death in front of the gods.

Hestia held aloft a dazzling torch in her alabaster-like hands, so bright that the Aesir gods could barely open their eyes.

"Who else wants to die?!" The dignified and alluring female hearth goddess suddenly exuded the aura of a killing god.

They really hid it well!

Before the battle began, everyone thought she was just a deity focused on internal affairs. Who would have thought that her combat power was actually at the standard God-King level?
This is the most outrageous one!
If the Aesir were truly careless, Hestia might actually be able to escape and break free.

She was very unlucky, because the one blocking her way was none other than the most powerful deity of the Aesir.

"I am Tyr, the God of War! I hope you will surrender." To be honest, Tyr didn't want to fight a goddess.

Victory without force.

"Surrender? To beg for your divine emperor's mercy like Artemis?" Hestia's voice was full of sarcasm and biting sarcasm.

Tyr sighed: "I do not deny that you are the goddess chosen by my father."

"Hmph!" Tyr received only a cold laugh in response.

Tyr said calmly, "Then there's nothing to talk about."

Unfortunately, the more capable Asgardians were scattered, and he was the only one nearby who could hold off the enemy.

Hestia bit her lower lip and remained silent. Three seconds later, a dazzling light burst forth from her exquisite and curvaceous body, which then transformed into a small sun, turning the world into a golden hue!

Tyr's inability to see does not mean he cannot sense Hestia's movements.

Deprived of sight?
Tyr didn't care. He raised his divine sword and strode forward.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Don't forget, Tyr, as an Aesir god, is three times the size of Hestia.

Even though he didn't possess the towering, terrifying size of a Titan, he was still considered a giant by Hestia standards. Moreover, Tyr's agile movements and exaggerated speed were unmatched by the relatively slow-moving Titans.

"Die—" Hestia pointed, and a burst of blazing holy flame, comparable to a volcanic eruption, engulfed Tyr.

Tyr accepted everything.

Tyr is completely unharmed!

There were no fancy divine spells, only the solid feel of a blunt sword with no edge, and a divine power so profound that even god-kings would feel their scalps tingle.

Tyr is the God of War!
The supreme deity worshipped by millions of warriors throughout the entire Jinlunga world!

Downs runs a polytheistic religion in the world of Kinlunga, and stipulates that those who believe in a particular religion must follow that religion from beginning to end. For example, a knight must first believe in the God-Emperor Downs, then in the God of War Tyr, and only then can he believe in the God of Knights Arthur.

Any mortal in the Jinlunga who is involved in war cannot avoid Tyr.

His pool of divine power is terrifying.

He charged forward relentlessly, defying Hestia's devastating magic, leaving Hestia truly helpless.

As Tyr swung his sword down, Hestia bit her lip until it bled, and then unleashed a fiery attack in an attempt to fight Tyr.

Little did anyone know, the seemingly powerful slash actually drew a graceful arc in mid-air, dodging Hestia's torch, and then struck Hestia's back with the spine of the greatsword used by the Aesir.

"what--"

Even though this was a blunt weapon strike that Tyr deliberately held back, Tyr, who was not skilled at capturing hostile gods, seemed to have miscontrolled his strength. Even with ninety percent of the immense force that could cleave mountains, Hestia still couldn't withstand it.

She immediately stumbled forward and fell heavily to the ground beneath Tyr's boots.

Thankfully, she at least had Titan blood. If she were a delicate nymph goddess, the number of bones in her body would probably double on the spot after being hit by Tyr's stick.

Hestia felt a sudden dizziness, as if her body was falling apart. She tried to struggle, but couldn't get up.

"My lord—" The few 'god warriors' following her could no longer hold back and fought desperately to try to rescue their goddess queen from Tyr's clutches.

Before they had gone halfway, they were struck down by Tristan, the former Knight of the Round Table who had joined Tyr's ranks and was now a follower of the god.

"Let me go! You barbarians, let me go!" Hestia was still struggling, but was suppressed by several Aesir gods who pounced on her with divine magic and binding artifacts.

"Let's go back. We've already completed our mission," Tyr sighed softly.

Meanwhile, Arthur, the god of knights, also made a victory, leading his men to intercept Dionysus, the Greek god of wine.

The unfortunate Dionysus was first beaten up by the Titans and was already seriously injured. To make matters worse, he was ambushed by Arthur.

Arthur didn't care; his orders were to weaken the Olympian gods' fighting power as much as possible.

When persuasion failed, Arthur resorted to killing.

After a fierce but brief battle, Dionysus, who was originally slated to become one of the twelve Olympian gods in Greek mythology, fell!
Even at this moment, Zeus, who was fleeing in panic, was unaware that the pantheon he had painstakingly built up over so many years had suffered such a heavy loss.

(End of this chapter)