Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 499 Homeless
Downs' divine voice spread far and wide, and the Aesir gods who had been waiting at the end of the Rainbow Bridge and guarding various places all showed knowing smiles.

This is the confidence and courage that the gods gained from more than a century of continuous and victorious divine wars!
The Aesir have long since been transformed by Downs into a war machine that, while not particularly sophisticated, runs incredibly smoothly.

In each specific local war, there can be many tactics. Different god-kings also have different sub-tactics. However, the general tactics have long been established.

The World Tree is the strongest point in the world of Jinlunga and the 'vanguard' of the Aesir gods.

First, check if the other world has a world-class entity capable of countering the World Tree. If not, it's a one-sided beating and attrition, forcing the other to abandon their geographical advantage and take the initiative to attack.

Looking back at all those wars between gods, the only thing that caused trouble or hindrance to the World Tree was the rocky outer shell of the Sumerian world.

Towns absorbed this advantage early on, transforming the current Jinlenga world into a formidable hedgehog.

Despite the fact that the shortest distance between the two worlds' spatial barriers is only a little over a thousand kilometers after they get closer, the two worlds are still very close.

This distance was absolutely fatal for some of the Olympian gods who were not good at spatial movement.

At this distance, there is a chance of being attacked by the roots of the World Tree every second.

Unfortunately, most of the Olympian gods were deceived by the initial sluggishness of the World Tree's roots.

"What is this?" the goddess of food, Acete, suddenly screamed.

Because the condition of the roots she faced was clearly very different from that faced by other deities. In the void around her, the roots initially seemed normal, but as she charged forward, they suddenly turned into cones, and soon, they spiraled toward her rapidly.

It was faster than expected, so fast that it was dazzling.

Before she could react, numerous fine roots, ranging from ten to a hundred meters in diameter, entangled her.

Acete did try to resist, but when her flight path was blocked, her only remaining option was to use divine magic to destroy the roots and break through.

"Die! Die! Don't come any closer!" As a Greek goddess, Acete originally possessed considerable divine power. However, as the Greeks were either captured or died, this deity who relied on the power of faith for survival lost her source of divine power.

Every time she used her divine magic, it was like tolling the death knell for her own demise.

In less than ten rounds, she discovered that the surrounding roots could no longer be burned.

Not only did the roots show obvious resistance to her divine magic, but the density of the roots and the speed at which they lashed out also increased significantly.

"Who? Who is there?" Acete's guess was correct; this patch of roots was under the care of Neith, the Egyptian goddess of hunting and weaving.

As the World Tree's root system became increasingly important, the forest god Vidar was no longer fighting alone. Many other deities from other pantheons who could help were assigned to Vidar as his subordinates. Neit was merely one of these working gods.

The roots of the World Tree that she manipulated were like a woven spider web, easily enveloping Acete.

Sharp roots pierced into the victim's divine body, forcibly absorbing some of its divine power.

"Let me go, let me go..." In no time, the victim, like a small insect injected with venom by a spider, was wrapped in a clump of roots and fell unconscious.

Acete was lucky to encounter a relatively kind-hearted Aesir god.

Many lesser Olympian gods had no chance to surrender at all. For example, the numerous sea goddesses, once they were unable to dodge, had their bodies instinctively penetrated by roots and instantly sucked dry.

This is unavoidable; the World Tree always has an instinctive thirst for water.

These unfortunate ocean goddesses with water-related attributes thus became nutrients for the growth of the World Tree.

It is no exaggeration that at least a third of Poseidon's so-called three thousand sea goddesses perished on the way to his charge.

During this process, a similar number of nymph goddesses also perished. These spirits, possessing only a sliver of divine power, became the most tragic figures in this charge.

A wail, a scream—often marks the fall of a 'god'.

The sheer number of them who perished, and the gruesome manner of their deaths, broke the hearts of the Olympian goddesses who were accustomed to being served by the nymphs.

Unfortunately, they couldn't care less about that now.

All they could do was follow the Titans who were clearing the way and launch a fierce, deadly charge into the world of Jinlunga.

"Aaaaaah!" Hyperion, one of the twelve Titans and the sun god who soared through the sky, became the spearhead of this charge.

His enormous divine body, coupled with the terrifying flames of tens of thousands of degrees Celsius surrounding him, incinerated everything that tried to approach his roots.

Before the kilometer-long 'tiny' roots could even reach the destination, they were ignited by the extremely high-temperature flames halfway there, burning back like the fuse of a firecracker, spreading all the way to the rocky outer shell of the Jinlunga world before finally extinguishing.

Hyperion's furious charge lasted for about 500 kilometers before he was spotted by Vidal.

When a terrifying main root with a diameter of over ten kilometers lashed out, Hyperion, which was only 600 meters tall, was a pitiful little thing and was instantly sent flying.

Compared to this giant root, he's not even an ant.

Despite his best efforts to char about a tenth of the root's surface, that was his limit.

The mighty Greek sun god was thus whipped and sent to some unknown corner of space.

"Damn it!" Krios, one of the twelve Titans, roared. His body radiated a strange light, which condensed into a meteoric light that could refract light.

"Huh?" Vidal was surprised to find that the roots he was manipulating had actually been pulled away.

"My son, that's visual deception. Don't rely too much on your vision." Towns' timely reminder made Vidal realize the truth.

With the next blow, Crios was sent flying.

It must be admitted that Titans are indeed tough and thick-skinned.

The World Tree's massive root system was a bit too slow for the Titans.

The relatively fast-moving, fine roots are unlikely to kill a Titan.

After being subdued by Zeus, these Titans indeed became powerful weapons in battle.

But Towns didn't care.

As recorded in Greek mythology, if the Titans had truly been invincible, they wouldn't have been defeated and imprisoned by the new generation of gods led by Zeus.

If they can effectively reduce the number of Olympian gods using the roots of the World Tree, then they have already accomplished their mission.

Seeing a large group of gods breaking through the root's interception zone, Downs gave instructions to Vidal.

“My son, that’s enough. Now the focus should be on completely dismantling the Greek world.”

"Rest assured, Father God, I will make them homeless!" Vidal said confidently.

(End of this chapter)