Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 497 A Disobedient World Will Get Whipped
The distance between the two vast worlds is getting shorter and shorter.

Between these two vast worlds, each measured in tens of thousands of kilometers, there is no room for any other small worlds, unless they are used as cannon fodder.

As Uranus, the Greek god of the sky, watched the small world draw ever closer in the distance, he cried out in his heart, "Don't come any closer!"
Unfortunately, the volume of voice is inversely proportional to the methods used.

Uranus had previously been unable to deal with the asteroids that Downs had thrown at him, let alone a small world thousands of kilometers in diameter like this. That feeling of weakness and powerlessness gripped Uranus's soul.

There was resistance, but not much.

Uranus unleashed a massive storm thousands of kilometers in diameter, but that was nothing compared to this small, almost identically sized physical world; it couldn't even deflect this small world.

Despite giving it their all, they could not win.

The raging winds only managed to blow away the spatial barrier of that small, cannon-fodder world. Then, countless billions of tons of chaotic energy crashed into the sky above the Greek world, breaking through the spatial barrier and pouring violently into it.

In his prime, Uranus would surely have been frustrated by his inability to protect his world.

I don't feel anything now.

As a god who suffered a crushing defeat, Uranus was already being generous by not simply giving up.

As this vast and overwhelming chaotic energy swept across the skies of the Greek world, the few remaining Greek survivors, hiding in the ravines, were busy gathering food. Hearing the strange noise in the sky, they looked up in disbelief. On the withered trees beside them, dry leaves rustled, and ripples spread across the muddy water of the mountain spring.

The mountain hummed as it was stirred by the chaotic winds.

Countless pebbles crumbled from the mountainside with a crackling sound, crashing to the ground.

Next came the enormous 'meteorite' that fell from the sky. The smaller continent within the small world was also unable to withstand the immense impact and shattered into pieces at the moment of impact.

They transformed into terrifying stones, measured in hundreds of millions of tons or tens of thousands of tons, and launched an attack on the Greek world.

Even to Uranus, these brittle stones quickly turned to dust.

What is a tiny speck of dust in the eyes of gods is still an incredibly terrifying boulder weighing ten tons, a hundred tons, or even a thousand tons in the eyes of mortals.

These boulders broke through the atmosphere, and before they could burn up completely, they transformed into colossal objects that crashed into the earth, creating a deep, dark crater filled with a sense of chaos.

This destructive power, capable of destroying entire cities, even caused Gaia, the embodiment of the earth, to let out chilling howls.

The continuous shockwaves from the impact were so exaggerated that even the clouds in the sky seemed to boil, churning up countless turbid and disordered 'giant waves'.

With the world in such chaos, all living beings in the mortal realm naturally suffer.

Humans and wild beasts fell dead on the spot, and even the tiny insects in the cracks of the soil suddenly stood upright and convulsed.

When the shockwaves from the massive collision of heaven and earth swept in with a deafening roar, the land of Greece was utterly destroyed.

Enormous mountains shattered into fine sand in the twisted shockwaves, like grains of sand in the eyes of a Titan. The earth cracked open with terrifying fissures, some stretching thousands of meters, amidst the deafening roar. Seawater, mingled with the stench of chaotic energy, surged into the heavens.

The ruins of the Greek city-states, which had already been destroyed, looked like burning wads of paper in the meteor shower.

Looking back, the entire Greek world seemed to have returned to its original state of chaos, completely plunged into raging torrents of turmoil.

The scenes unfolding in the Greek world were all seen by the Aesir through divine vision and projected onto the sky above Kinlunga, South America, as mirages, accompanied by sound, so that all those who came from the Greek world could see them clearly.

That's right! This is like killing someone by destroying their spirit!
At that moment, countless Greeks who had been enslaved knelt on the ground, covering their faces and weeping uncontrollably.

When the former Mycenaean King Agamemnon saw this scene, he couldn't help but shed tears.

Even the Amazons and Athenians, who had already pledged allegiance to the Aesir, wept silently. Regardless of their conflicts with Zeus, the Greek world was ultimately their former homeland.

Zeus, who now refuses to surrender, is met with a merciless attack from the Aesir god-king Downs.

This extreme duality is tearing at the hearts of these 'new Kinlunga people'.

In the Silver Palace, Hippolyta, Penthesilea, Helen, and other maids gazed at His Majesty the Emperor, who sat languidly and casually in the main hall, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

The same is true of Athena and the others.

Reason told them they should rejoice in the victory of the Aesir, but emotion told them that it was their own homeland that was destroyed.

Even though they were mentally prepared for this, they still couldn't bear to see it.

Only Amaterasu showed a strange smile. She was not surprised at all by this action.

That's how Downs is; no being can use a world to influence the decisions of the Aesir. Back when the entire Fusang world was kidnapped by the Persian god of extreme evil, Angra Newman, Downs simply destroyed the Fusang world and reconstructed all its elements.

The billions of living beings inside became Angela's sacrificial offerings.

In this Greek world, the sky coexisted with Uranus, the earth with Gaia, and many Olympian gods were strongly bound to certain elements of the world.

Given this, Amaterasu did not believe that the Greek world could be any exception.

The veteran Asgardians are no strangers to this scene. If we were to name the happiest being among all those beings, it would probably be Odin.

"Hahaha! Zeus, you've finally met your match!" Odin was genuinely celebrating with champagne.

For him, returning to the Aesir was no longer a regret, especially seeing that his cowardly son, the god of poetry Bragi, hadn't been purged by Downs back then and was at least surviving by flattering the god-king. Odin was even happier.

This is much more exciting than any fireworks display.

Of course, Zeus, as the victim of this global collision, is certainly not happy.

"Don't be afraid! The Greek world is so vast, the Aesir gods can't just destroy it like this. They will eventually come and fight us."

No sooner had Zeus finished speaking than another small world crashed into them.

Zeus's eyes widened.

Is this never going to end?

One, two... seven!
Seven smaller worlds came crashing down like a barrage of bullets, turning the entire Greek world upside down in a physical sense.

Zeus truly regretted it at that moment.

"I should have rammed the slave world first!"

Soon, Zeus realized that even if he wanted to, he couldn't.

The world of Kinlunga, which is about the same size as the Greek world, waved its green roots, which were often a thousand kilometers long, and pounced like a giant octopus with its claws outstretched.

A lash was delivered to the Greek world.

Vidar, the forest god at the heart of the World Tree, roared with immense excitement: "Disobedient worlds deserve a whip!"

(End of this chapter)