Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 471 It's that time of year again when I call for a little one.

Odin's words were all correct, so why did Apuch feel that this trophy goddess was so hot to handle?
Apche shuddered.

He realized that his own god-king was very likely still under the control of the Asar god-emperor, but he dared not think about it in detail.

The reason is simple: while their own god-king may seem like a puppet being manipulated, in this day and age, many gods who are considered high and mighty by mortals would rather die than serve as lackeys to the Aesir. Not to mention that the Aesir are currently holding an overwhelming advantage.

It's too late to place a bet once you've already seen the signs of a win or loss.

Thankfully, their leader Odin seems to have placed his bet early on.

What's more, Odin sent a goddess of death, who isn't bad-looking either, so why not take advantage of her?

Once he understood, Apche smiled broadly: "Your Majesty is indeed ambitious. Since it is Your Majesty's decree, I am humbled to accept it."

Having said that, Apche really acted like a lustful devil, picked up Makaria and ran to the newly acquired temple.

It's true that Downs commands Odin, but he wouldn't do something like 'wanting the horse to run fast but not wanting it to eat grass.' Less than five minutes after Apche left, these miserable former Mayan gods felt a tremor in their hearts—the divine connection to the Sri Lankan world that had been severed from them had been reconnected.

Towns not only returned their former little world to them, but also the population that had migrated to Kinlunga.

If we had to pinpoint their losses, it would probably be the depletion of the four elements after their defeat against the Greek pantheon.

That doesn't matter. The lost elements have already been replenished by subjugating the Dogon world, and there's even more left over.

Moreover, even more divine thoughts entered the scene. These were the 'congratulatory messages' from the former Greek pantheon kings who had been forced to surrender by several Aesir kings, expressing their intention to report to Odin at the behest of the god-emperor Tangus.

Since these former god-kings had long been stripped of their titles by Zeus, they now temporarily serve Odin, the god-king, as chief gods, and there is no problem with their rank.

That was how it was settled.

On the other hand, in Asgard, in Kinlunga.

At this moment, the air was filled with the sounds of gongs and drums.

Of course, the Aesir gods didn't have gongs and drums, but that didn't stop the gods from making noise in all sorts of ways to vent their excitement and ecstasy.

Yes! That bastard Thor is the one who started all the trouble!
"Ha ha!"

"victory!"

"Hoohoo!"

"victory!"

"Drink, drink, drink!"

"Big victory!"

Thor, shirtless, led the drumming in the Palace of Pleasure, wielding two large clubs to add to the festivities. The booming drumbeats were sure to stir the excitement of the gods.

The recently concluded great battle greatly boosted the morale of the Aesir gods and mortals.

Without a doubt, this was another resounding victory.

After capturing Artemis, the goddess-king of Olympus, this time they not only killed one of the opposing gods and captured the other, but also indirectly demolished the temple of the opposing god-king.

Regardless of whether Asgard himself did it, just tell me whether it was demolished or not.

The heads of Hermes, Zeus's messenger and god of commerce, and Dionysus, the god of wine, hung on the doorframes flanking the entrance to the Palace of Pleasure. Their unclosed eyes and the supreme divine light still emanating from their heads revealed their identities to all onlookers.

Not to mention the enormous amounts of water and earth elements that the various Aesir gods and chief gods plundered from the Greek world.

This time, the Aesir gods have gained both face and substance.

The only thing missing was the final blow to the Olympian pantheon.

Everyone present firmly believed that this time was not far off. When the next battle took place, the two great cosmic currents officially merged, and there were no more mutated star sectors to obstruct the way, that would be the end of the Olympian pantheon. Thor's antics inside were merely a warm-up; everyone knew that the main character on stage tonight was still in the side hall.

Sadness, heartache, and despair filled Hestia kneeled on a chaise longue, her head bowed.

Suddenly, the temple's doors, which were covered in binding spells, were opened.

Two rows of Valkyries bowed in greeting, welcoming the arrival of a goddess.

Hestia was not surprised by Artemis's appearance.

The female Kitchen Goddess slowly raised her head, saying nothing, and quietly looked at her niece whose brows were full of radiance.

Artemis was not unfamiliar with the anger in Hestia's eyes; on the contrary, she was quite familiar with it.

The once incredibly lively goddess of the hunt clearly showed no remorse or other negative emotions in her words: "Hestia, what's your decision?"

Silent protest is the greatest form of protest.

Artemis sighed helplessly and shrugged: "Alas, what's the point? I was once just as stubborn as you, trying to stick to my beliefs. But when I saw the great King Downs, I realized how ridiculous my persistence was."

"..."

“I know you’re laughing at me in your heart, even looking down on me. But I want to say, I persevered, I persevered for so long, so very long, each day felt like an eternity. I prayed that the next moment, my father Zeus would storm into this hall and rescue me!” Artemis’s voice rose with resentment: “But what I received was the Father God stripping me of my title as King of the Gods, the head of Hermes, and you…”

Hestia was suddenly moved.

Beliefs can be upheld, but reality is ruthless.

Rather than mocking the fall of the pioneers, we should lament that the Olympian pantheon is rapidly sliding into the abyss of destruction.

The female hearth goddess trembled all over.

Artemis placed her hands on Hestia's shoulders: "At the beginning of the war, His Majesty Downs Paulson made a grand vow to conquer the three virgin goddesses of Olympus. You and I have already done this, do you think Athena is far away? Is the destruction of Olympus far away? The universe is vast, but it can only hold one pantheon."

A lie cannot deceive a true god; only the truth is the sharpest blade.

Artemis's words were like sharp blades, piercing Hestia's heart.

The goddess of the hearth trembled even more violently, her lips quivering.

Artemis saw the weakness in her aunt's eyes and knew that she had done a good job as a persuader.

"As someone who's been through it, I'll only tell you one thing, and you must remember it."

"..."

"Remember to ask His Majesty to make it smaller."

Hestia stared wide-eyed, utterly bewildered.

She understood in no time.

Looking at the colossus that was four times her height, and at that weapon of mass destruction, Hestia's divine body trembled violently for the first time, and her long-held composure was completely shattered.

She, pure and innocent, finally understood the meaning of her niece's admonition.

Hestia is slightly different from Artemis. Artemis withstood the pressure from the Downs with her divine body. As an older deity, Hestia, who possesses the power of transformation, can change her form like the Aesir.

She enlarged her divine body to nearly the size of the Aesir.

To everyone's surprise, Towns gave a wicked smile and transformed into the size of a frost giant.

Hestia was dumbfounded. This was beyond the limits of her transformation technique. In the end, she didn't dare to continue and pleaded softly, "Smaller, smaller."

(End of this chapter)