Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 507 Predestined Destruction

“Impossible—” Zeus exclaimed in shock.

In his view, the "space" divine authority, which can transcend physical boundaries, is already an extremely absurd thing.

It's unimaginable that Towns could actually trap his space within his own.

Doesn't this mean that Downs' spatial abilities are even greater than Zeus'?
This discovery made even Zeus's soul tremble.

There are many things that humans and gods are not so different about—they cannot do things beyond the limits of their own imagination.

In this ultimate battle where the entire world was at stake, such a discovery was even more demoralizing. If Zeus hadn't still possessed the pride of being the king of the gods, knowing that Tangus would never let him go, he might not even have had the courage to launch an attack.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Zeus, maneuvering the Thousand-Handed Giant, launched a futile charge against Downs.

This speed of one step per second, three hundred meters per step, is like a mountain slapping your face to an ordinary person; the oppressive feeling brought by such extreme violence is unparalleled.

Soon Zeus sadly discovered that no matter how he charged or how he unleashed his thunderous attacks, he could not touch Downs in the slightest, nor could he even touch the divine shield on his body.

They seem so close, yet they are worlds apart!
Under the combined onslaught of several Worldswords, the unattainable situation made Zeus's heart sink.

"How could this be... how could this happen?"

That's all fine, but as Zeus charged forward, he suddenly realized that his body was incredibly heavy.

It felt as if the entire Mount Olympus had turned into a swamp of gooey mud, binding his giant legs tightly.

slow down?
slow?

No, why would I fall for such a low-level, boring divine spell?

Zeus quickly sensed that not only the swords wielding on the forearms of his giant chest and abdomen, or the hundreds of hideous heads, but even the speed at which his own eyes moved began to slow down.

At this moment, Zeus finally realized that this was not some third-rate divine magic, but a very rare divine authority related to time.

"How...how...can...you...know...time?"

When Zeus's movements and voices are stretched arbitrarily by time in a localized space, his words sound ridiculous, much like a stutter.

Zeus's utterly comical act was witnessed by the goddesses of Asgard's Golden Palace, and for some inexplicable reason, Artemis's face flushed red. As fate would have it, while touching her slightly protruding belly, she recalled the scene of her being subdued by Downs:
The goddess of the hunt, once so powerful, was reduced to prey, brutally murdered, and forced to bear children for the conqueror. What a humiliation! If the historians of Olympus were to write history, it would likely have been written like this.

Now, anyone with eyes can see that the outcome is already decided.

History is always written by the victors.

If it were a historian of the Aesir, it would naturally be 'the pure virgin goddess Artemis was moved by the greatness of Emperor Dons and willingly offered herself to give birth to a divine child for him'.

Who is the winner? This is very important!

"No! No! No—" Zeus's divine voice roared, echoing endlessly in this particular spatial battlefield. Every head of the thousand-armed giant he controlled roared, and every pair of arms struggled.

He is manipulating chaotic energy to disrupt order; this is the only way he can currently cope.

The unrestrained chaotic power even granted some of the Thousand-Armed Giant's heads power comparable to that of a god.

If it were any other deity, they would most likely be disturbed by so many arms filled with chaotic power.

Unfortunately, he was facing Downs Paulson—the greatest and most powerful god in the Aesir, and indeed in the entire chaotic universe.

"Alas!" Downs's soft sigh reached Zeus's heart, and even crossed the curtain of the World Tree's roots, reaching the ears of every god currently engaged in battle: "Zeus, I must tell you a fact: from the moment your Olympian pantheon was chosen as your opponent in the final battle, you have no hope of victory."

Why? Zeus was speechless.

"Your divine power and magic hold no secrets from me. Yet you know nothing of me." Downs' words were Zeus' final judgment: "You and your Olympian pantheon, no matter how many times it happens again, your ultimate fate will inevitably be...destruction!"

fate?

Shouldn't fate just be an illusion?
Zeus's first reaction was disbelief.

After all, none of the three Fates had spoken of his end.

The three Fates, daughters of Zeus and Themis, the goddess of justice, bear the heavy responsibility of governing the fate of all things. The divine power possessed by these three goddesses—Crosso, Lachesis, and Atropos—was so great that even the king of the gods feared them.

The only thing the three of them ever said was, "The gods of the outer realms are not within our purview of destiny."

But why?
Before Zeus could react, Downs projected their fates onto him, and indeed onto all the Olympian gods who were still fighting.

In fact, Downs has misrepresented the concept; he is projecting images of ancient sites in the modern Greek Republic on Earth.

The gods vividly perceived these images in their spiritual seas: crumbling walls and ruined temples, a large group of mortal tourists, clearly not belonging to ancient Greece, pointing and laughing loudly on the once sacred and solemn ruins of Greek temples. No temple would allow mortals to so 'desecrate' the divine. Yet, the absence of any divine power within the temples confirmed their suspicions—in this fate-locked future, the Olympian pantheon had already perished!
The Olympian gods longed to hurl insults and debate with Downs for seven days and seven nights to prove that Olympus was not yet destroyed.

They didn't!

They dare not!

Simply put, this is the 'future,' 'prophecy,' and 'destiny' revealed by the Asgardian Emperor Downs!
If they were Chinese, as materialists, they could certainly scoff at these images.

The tragedy is that they are true gods, and there is no one in this world more divine (or charlatan) than them.

If fate decreed the destruction of the Olympian gods, how could they, already at an absolute disadvantage, possibly defy destiny?!
Even the three goddesses and Apollo, who had already surrendered to Downs, felt a sense of relief, thinking that it was fortunate that they had surrendered early, otherwise they would have perished now.

They escaped unscathed, but the Olympian gods who were still suffering from the 'calamity' were in a much worse state.

"No! I don't want to perish! I, I surrender!" In the various compartments, some Olympian gods could no longer bear the terror of their doom and began to admit defeat and surrender.

To their surprise, their weak words were met with merciless mockery and rejection from the opposing Asaph: "I apologize! In the name of King Anma of Dogon, I must refuse your surrender!"

(End of this chapter)