Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 477 Odin's Ferocity

In Athena's view, Zeus made too many mistakes.

First, there's Cronus. Since he's already rebelled against his father, why not just kill him instead of going all the way? Leaving a bunch of Titans to torment Tartarus is fine as long as they don't have a chance to rebel, but if they manage to escape like they have now, then Zeus is entirely to blame.

Secondly, there's Odin. Why couldn't he just be more straightforward and kill him instead of surrendering, given that he was merely an outer god-king? If he had been killed back then, at least the Tartarus Rebellion wouldn't have happened.

Next up are Zeus and Hera. What time is it? Why aren't they doing anything about Hera? They even have the mood to persecute their own goddess.

Finally, there's the matter of choosing the right time to strike. The Aesir gods haven't even made a move yet, and Zeus is already struggling. In that case, even if the two worlds are forcibly separated three days later, it will be very difficult for Zeus to punish Odin and his rebel gods.

It was precisely because Athena was intelligent enough and had a strategic vision that surpassed most of the gods that she felt so frustrated.

"Your Majesty Athena, Your Majesty Zeus commands you to immediately lead the army back to Syracuse," said the nymph who delivered the order.

"I understand," Athena sighed inwardly.

According to past patterns, the cosmic currents will soon eliminate the barrier between the two worlds. She could hardly imagine the miserable state of the Olympian gods under such circumstances, where the two great divine races could wage war against each other with all their might.

She had originally intended to obey.

Just as she turned to give the order for Hercules, who had already stormed into the Dogon world, to return, a shocking event occurred.

Just as Hercules, as the striker and Apollo, as the support, stormed into the Dogon world, they were surprised to find that the only defender was the pitiful Anma. Not to mention Odin, none of the Mayan gods were present.

At that very moment, as the inky purple cracks split open from the sky, the sound was like countless Greek terracotta jars shattering simultaneously.

The sound of shattering still echoed in the sky, but the entire sky had already shrunk and twisted like paper soaked in pine resin.

Right in front of the Dogon Temple where Hercules stood, countless cracks suddenly appeared in the ground. Each crack was so thick that a Greek chariot could easily be stuffed inside.

At first, Hercules thought it was just a trick by Odin, or the use of some kind of large-scale destructive divine magic.

He soon realized something was wrong.

A strange, dark flame lit up the sky, which then formed a void vortex. This was not a divine spell, but rather the collapse of the sky, with a large influx of chaotic energy from the outside world, which began to erode the world's barrier.

The earth's piercing roar penetrated every stone and every inch of sand beneath Hercules' feet. The brass plaques on the opposite temple, which resembled gold, scattered and floated like dandelion seeds. Tiny grains of sand seemed to transform into flowing water, trickling down from Hercules' ankles, not towards the ground but towards the sky...

Only those with sufficient basic physics knowledge would know that this is because the earth has lost its gravity. When everything is freed from the constraints of gravity, it begins to float uncontrollably.

Various impurities began to float in the air, along with an energy of order that began to become chaotic.

[Hercules! Something's wrong! The world looks like it's about to be destroyed! Come back—] Apollo, still holding the line in the sky, urgently called out to Hercules.

At this moment, Hercules still looked incredulously at Ammah, the former Dogon god who had once been a Greek slave god, not far away.

The kind-hearted Hercules saw unease and...deep-seated hatred on Amm's face.

Do you know why I want to destroy my own world?

Hercules shook his head. “Hatred! The hatred of Zeus enslaving me and my subjects, insulting my wife and daughters!” Amar gritted his teeth. “The glory of the Olympian gods is built upon the prosperity and independence of our Dogon! We couldn’t defeat you, so we were reduced to the lowest of slaves! No dignity, no freedom, nothing! But fortunately, the Aesir have arrived…”

Anma waved her hands excitedly, only to be met with Hercules' silence.

There's no point in arguing about it!
The winner takes all!
This is an ironclad rule recognized by the entire Greek world, and even the entire chaotic universe!
You've already killed the entire family of the other side and abducted their wives and daughters. If you insist on saying there's anything you haven't done, it's just for vanity that you spared the other side's god-king.

"The loser should obey the winner!" Hercules gritted his teeth.

“What if the victor is the Aesir, rather than the Olympians who have lost the Holy Mountain?” Amar posed a hypothesis, or rather a theory, that Hercules could not refute.

If you Olympian gods were so powerful, you wouldn't even be able to protect your homeland!
This not only aroused the rebellious spirit of the slave gods, but also represented a collapse of faith for the Olympian gods themselves.

Not every god was as loyal to Zeus as Hercules.

"I do not accept hypotheticals; I will fight for my father Zeus until the chaos of the universe is destroyed!"

"As expected, His Majesty Odin was right! You powerful and blindly loyal bastard, you should die first!" Amar laughed angrily: "Hahaha! It's not so bad for the mighty King of Olympus to perish with me."

"you……"

Echoing Anma's words, Hercules finally realized that something was wrong with the Dogon world. As the spatial folds snapped shut like the joints of a snake's bones, every mountain peak in sight exploded simultaneously.

Hercules finally couldn't resist, jumped onto the chariot of the sun god Helios, and began to retreat at top speed.

"Run? Can you run?"

This is Anma's small world. It may be barren, but it's not small at all. It's a desert of 300,000 square kilometers. Under such self-destructive operations, the divine power that can be unleashed is naturally terrifying.

The sunlight emanating from Helios, the sun god, was deliberately strangled by this world, and like countless golden butterflies fluttering their wings, it solidified into a sky full of murky liquid when it touched the purplish-black sky.

When the world collapses, the laws will cease to be laws; they will merely be energy vortexes that bring extreme destruction to everything around them.

Centered on Hercules and Helios, the entire space was like dough in the hands of a dough kneader, which, under Amar's extreme manipulation, became a victim of the space's shattering.

To be honest, if Hercules were powerful enough and an established deity, he might have been able to hold on with his sufficient divine power.

As a new god-king, his foundation is too weak.

His extraordinary power had no room to be used in a broken little world.

Hercules... Zeus's beloved son, a truly loyal god, actually perished just like that.

Apollo and Athena, who had finally escaped, were stunned to sense the annihilation of Hercules's consciousness.

But what was even more terrifying was yet to come: another small world, like a pebble thrown into the ocean by a child, crashed violently into the Greek world.

"Zeus! You want me dead? Very well! Then let's die together!" Odin's fierce and incomparable divine voice echoed in the ears of Athena, Apollo, and the other surviving gods.

(End of this chapter)