Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 491 Welcoming His Majesty
"Hehe! How can your warm little mouth utter such cold words? Hera is the queen of your father, God of Gods." Downs teased Athena while poking his right index finger into Athena's mouth and stirring it around.

As Athena slowly knelt down, gazing up at Downs, she intertwined her delicate tongue with his fingers, replying in her divine voice: "I, Artemis, Apollo, and even the deceased Hercules will never forget what Hera did to us and our mother."

Downs smiled.

Two-thirds of a Greek myth is about Zeus's promiscuous life, and half of that is related to the persecution of Zeus's mistresses and their children by the jealous Hera.

If there's one deity who could gain the most loyalty from the four generations of Olympian gods by eliminating them, then that name would undoubtedly be Hera.

It seems Athena has no intention of simply killing Hera.

Since only one of Downs and Zeus could survive, Athena, forced to side with Downs, had no choice but to painfully abandon her father who wanted to harm her.

If even her elderly father was abandoned, then naturally Hera, that wicked 'mother,' could not be let off the hook.

Athena knew, of course, that her suggestion would likely lower Towns’ opinion of her, but rather than Towns being wary of her, she preferred to reveal her ambition and wisdom.

She is intelligent and cunning.

A goddess who can make a venomous snake her totem is definitely not a kind person.

Unbeknownst to many, the index finger has been replaced by a weapon of mass destruction.

Downs looked down at Athena, at her dignified and beautiful face that was a mixture of hatred and wisdom, and then thought of Odin and Hera together, which gave him a strange feeling of a scoundrel and a wicked woman. Suddenly, he felt that being the emperor of the gods was really too interesting.

"If Hera is really as wicked and beautiful as you all say, she and my stupid but somewhat clever brother would be a problem," Downs said with amusement.

It's a hassle, not a big one, and it doesn't even qualify as a problem.

Towns's description itself speaks volumes about his attitude.

To Towns' surprise, Artemis had arrived at some point.

She joined.

The sight of two dignified and pure goddess faces together is quite pleasing to the eye.

Without uttering a single word, her joining was an attitude in itself.

What's even more amazing is that Hestia also arrived at some point, silently embracing Downs from behind and swaying her body seductively.

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Towns burst out laughing.

Hera! In the Olympian pantheon, how bad must your popularity be—no, how bad must your divine popularity be—to be targeted like this by your own sister and two adopted daughters?

“Okay, Odin and Hera is a pretty interesting combination.” Towns didn’t rule it out, but he already got a passionate and intense response from the three goddesses.

Odin, hundreds of thousands of kilometers away, was unaware that he had already been thoroughly arranged for him.

Odin was just glad that Zeus hadn't acted like a reckless fool and charged headlong into the five smaller worlds.

While a self-destruction of a small world could certainly make Zeus suffer, it's only feasible if it can be carried out. Not every small world is as easy to deal with as Dogon's. This tactic of having a former god-king swear by his own will and lead the way in self-destruction is impossible to execute if one softens their stance.

The human heart is unfathomable, and so is the heart of the gods.

What if these accustomed slaves suddenly lose their nerve when they see Zeus coming to kill them?

What if, by sheer bad luck, Zeus's first raid on a small world turned out to be against a weak and incompetent god-king who led the way in surrendering?

Odin never wanted to test the divinity of his subordinates.

All he could do was annoy Zeus.

If a real battle breaks out, Odin's only way to survive is to run desperately forward with the cosmic ocean currents. Zeus captured Odin once, and he will never capture him a second time.

If Odin were to fall into Zeus's hands again, he would be in a living hell.

Fortunately, Zeus did not come.

Apche, the god of death, was not idle. He rode Makaria every day, muttering something like, "Your father Hades did not come to save you."

The eyes of the daughter of death grew increasingly dim.

In any case, Odin, with his small force, and having expended a great deal of elemental energy from five small worlds, finally broke through the limitations of the ocean currents and arrived ahead of schedule at the inevitable meeting point of the two worlds. He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Next, he will complete all his tasks by moving the five worlds to the side of the cosmic ocean current outlet of the Jinlunga world.

"Thank you for the cooperation of the gods. Once my world of Jinlunga arrives, you will all be able to become part of the Aesir." Odin was not greedy; he knew he couldn't. Faced with the combined might of the two great pantheons, each possessing thousands of deities, his few dozen ragtag followers couldn't even maintain the semblance of neutrality.

Odin certainly knew that his good brother was ruthless. From the moment his remnant soul escaped, he had been driven by his brother to be cannon fodder, pawns, and troublemakers. Perhaps Odin didn't realize it at first, but after so long, when he reminisced in the middle of the night, with Odin's wisdom, it would be strange if he couldn't figure it out.

More than a century later, Odin has also figured out his elder brother's temperament and knows the limits of his tolerance, which led to this remote collaboration.

Odin knew that his elder brother valued his reputation, and since this traitor had reformed and was now working for the Aesir, his elder brother wouldn't make things difficult for him.

His self-proclaimed title of God-King will most likely be implemented after this battle.

After this battle, how much autonomy he will have left depends on his older brother Towns' mood.

Alas! Those who betray God have no divine authority!

Never mind, that's not important anymore. Odin has done everything he could. Now it's up to his older brother to help him get revenge.

It was somewhat unexpected, yet not entirely surprising.

Odin awaited the 'vanguard' of the Aesir gods.

When Odin saw the soul shells of those giant monsters in his senses, he couldn't help but mutter, "They really hold grudges!"

Isn't it?

First came the modified soul shells of Nidhogg and others. Basically, all of the 'Ten Great Beasts' that Riodin used as the vanguard of the rebels during Ragnarok were brought out by Downs as the vanguard.

While Apche and the others were foolishly praising the mighty power of the Aesir, they had no idea that the brothers had already begun their grand performance.

These behemoth souls have long lost their own will; they've been filled with Downs' divine power and are merely used as scouting tools, and, when necessary, as suicide bombers. As for their actual combat power, they're practically nonexistent.

Apche and the other Greek slave gods didn't know.

Instead, everyone started singing praises.

"As expected of the Aesir gods, even their divine beasts are so majestic and powerful."

"Long live Emperor Downs Paulson!"

……

Whether he liked it or not, Odin reluctantly made his five-kilometer-high illusory projection appear outside a small world, and somewhat unwillingly lowered his head to the Kraken spirit that had come from afar.

"Odin, the brother of the gods... Welcome, Your Majesty!"

(End of this chapter)