Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 503 Emperor Meets Emperor!
The Golden Palace of Asgard remains as magnificent and dazzling as ever, but unfortunately, with many warlike deities having already gone to the main hall at the end of the Rainbow Bridge to await orders or already launched their attacks, the vast Golden Palace now appears somewhat empty.

Most of those who remain here are non-combatant deities, mostly goddesses.

Athena and Artemis were very excited. Hestia, standing beside them, had a complicated expression, while Apollo, standing further to the right of the throne, also looked conflicted.

They saw Odin's mental projection onto Hera.

This was a battle not worth boasting about.

Nominally, it's a battle between two god-kings, but anyone with a brain knows how weak Hera's title of god-king is.

Hera, a goddess of the home and a non-combatant goddess whose mortal followers have almost all been wiped out, had already seen her divine power plummet in recent days, not to mention that the small world that originally belonged to her was taken away by Odin.

Hera now only has the title of God-King, but in terms of combat power, she is not even close to being a god, let alone a chief god.

How could she possibly be a match for the ferocious Odin?

No matter what, Odin was a legitimate god-king who had fought his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. After returning to the Aesir, the divine power that Downs provided to him was standard for a god-king.

In just one round, Hera and her two daughters were all subdued by Odin and his men.

[Zeus! Save me! Ares—Hephaestus—Save me!] Hera's heart-wrenching cry carried far and wide, alarming her two sons, but it seemed to have failed to reach Zeus.

For Athena, Hera may not be important.

Because Hera is gone, she is the most important person to him!

As a key warrior who followed Zeus in conquering so many smaller worlds, Athena knew best what fate awaited any captured goddess.

Unless one can kill all the disobedient and ascend to the pinnacle of the chaotic universe, fate is nothing more than a cycle.

If Athena weren't standing right next to Towns, she wouldn't mind listening to Hera's agonizing cries, or even her desperate pleas for mercy. But doing so with Towns in front of her would be beneath her dignity.

Athena withdrew her gaze and focused her attention on the war zone projections that were divided by the roots of the World Tree.

Unsurprisingly, Hela faced Hades, and Thor battled Poseidon.

The two pantheons each had over a thousand deities who found their opponents and began a fierce battle.

Zeus was the only one who was deliberately spared. He passed through the lower space of the Kinlunga world with almost no hindrance and was about to arrive at the middle layer, the battlefield that Downs had set up.

At this moment, Towns finally stood up from his supreme throne.

He looked relaxed as he addressed the group of goddesses around him.

"I'll be back as soon as I go."

Freya, who was leading the way, bowed first and said, "May Your Majesty return in triumph as always."

Goddesses such as Gulveig, Frigga, Ishtar, Hathor, Medb, Athena, Artemis, and Hestia all offered their blessings.

One glory and one glory.

Perhaps they once had their own glories and noble statuses. Regardless of whether they followed Downs willingly or unwillingly, with the passage of time, they are now only left with the identity of a goddess.

Only the victory of the Downs and the Aesir can guarantee their eternal glory; everything else is vain.

Looking at the stunningly beautiful faces and listening to the melodious voices that sounded like birdsong, Towns felt as if he could receive the highest honor in the world.

However, Zeus was the last obstacle he had to overcome in order to achieve his eternal dream.

Even though this obstacle had already been shattered by his schemes and divine power, he still had to take that final step himself.

"Let's go." Downs called out, not to any particular god, but simply to the World Sword hovering around him.

Thinking back to when Jinlunjia only had nine realms, how petty it was.

Look at us now?

Every sword of the world that is forged is a testament to bravery.

His last small desire was to obtain the Sword of Olympus.

No one is more worthy than Zeus to be the sword spirit of this divine sword!

Downs, a towering figure three meters tall, strode through the hall at a steady pace. Behind him followed a large contingent of Valkyries arranged in double columns. Ahead of him on either side, the remaining deities bowed deeply one after another, like waves rippling across the sky. The war drums echoed in his ears, perfectly in sync with Downs's footsteps.

One step, two steps... ten steps... a hundred steps!
Those are the footsteps of victory!

It is also the sound of the end!

Mount the divine steed [Asgard], and the neighing of the galloping horse will echo through the heavens.

Outside the main hall, even more divine attendants and golden-armored guards knelt in reverence, a dazzling display of gold.

Having traversed this magnificent city, crossed the rainbow, and traversed half the world, Downs finally gracefully landed on the middle layer of the world, on a vast, desolate continent specially created in the southern part of Midgard.

There, Zeus, riding the 'thousand-armed giant,' and a group of nymphs were waiting.

Even though Zeus was very tall, he calmly gazed at Downs riding Pegasus in the sky.

The king does not see the king.

The Emperor cannot see the Emperor!

When two emperors meet, it's destined that only one emperor will remain!

"You came."

"I am coming."

A plain beginning, a plain greeting.

The two god-emperors, who led the gods to defeat powerful enemies and conquer countless worlds, finally met at the very center of this chaotic universe.

The first and the last time.

After the simple opening, there was a three-minute silence.

In this world, completely isolated from other continents by divine power and the branches of the world tree, there is only the sound of the wind blowing and the whooshing sound of the Pegasus flapping its wings when it hovers.

It was eerily quiet!
Finally, Zeus broke the ice: "Towns Paulson. Before I saw you, I wanted nothing more than to tear you to pieces."

Towns shrugged: "And now?"

"I've thought about it, and 10,000 pieces might not be enough."

Downs joked, "Oh, I'm truly honored that His Majesty Zeus remembers me."

"Don't you have anything to say to me?"

“No.” Downs shrugged. “I gathered all the victory factors before the war started, and now I’m just here to reap the rewards of victory.”

To describe it lightly, step by step.

Towns' relaxed attitude was what truly stung Zeus's heart.

A skilled warrior achieves no great feats!

On the surface, Downs did not take any risks, but as the battle progressed, he put Zeus, his enemy, in a desperate situation.

Did Zeus not know that he was in a completely disadvantageous position?

No! He knew perfectly well.

This is what he finds most contradictory and perplexing.

Zeus didn't even ask Hera how she was doing, because he knew that if he couldn't defeat Downs, it would all be for nothing.

Zeus showed a hesitant expression several times, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

"Zeus, just ask if you want to?"

"No, we'll have plenty of time after we've decided who won."

These words were indeed an attempt to make amends, and also Zeus's way of encouraging himself.

(End of this chapter)