Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 508 My Foolish Brother Odin (The Finale)

"no!"

"Feel sorry!"

"I'm sorry, but please show the dignity and integrity befitting a deity!"

When the Aesir uttered similar words, their resolute and cold rejection shattered the hearts of countless Olympian gods.

Wait a minute, I, a dignified Olympian god, am not even qualified to surrender?
What angered them even more was that only some of the main gods of the Aesir had the power to accept surrenders. Clearly, they had quotas or inclinations to follow this unspoken rule.

For example, in a space separated by the roots of the World Tree, the Knight God Arthur bluntly declared: "I only have three places to accept surrender. You have a quarter of an hour to decide. If you cannot decide, then I will have to make the decision."

Arthur's actions were indeed just, but in this situation, it somehow felt like he was killing a god and destroying his spirit.

No god was willing to fall; Arthur gave hope, yet also issued a proclamation of despair.

What manners, what humility? They don't exist.

Right in front of Arthur, several Olympian gods, knowing they were no match for the Aesir, actually started fighting amongst themselves.

"Let me surrender!"

"Bullshit! Give me that spot."

"Can't you just give in to me?"

Should we attribute the ugliness of human nature to God?

What a joke! Even Zeus, the king of the gods, ascended the throne after killing his father. What virtue and order did the entire Olympian pantheon have?

In order to survive, they forced these well-dressed, high-ranking so-called gods to become evil spirits.

Regardless of whether they were male or female celebrities, they actually fought each other without any restraint.

Amidst flashing divine light and glints of swords, the absurd scene made Arthur's eyes twitch.

He suddenly realized that putting such a shameless person into the Aesir was the greatest blasphemy against the Aesir.

The only saving grace was that these guys were neither particularly strong nor weak, and none of them could defeat the other within fifteen minutes.

Arthur drew his Excalibur once more and sighed, "As expected, you cannot decide. Then may you all perish."

"Do not--"

"fraud!"

How could you do this?!

"God Arthur, I am the one who truly surrenders."

Arthur, with his followers, once again charged at the Greek gods.

The battle situation is different from before; it's completely one-sided now.

This is not surprising.

The original group of guys at least covered for each other and maintained a united front against a common enemy. However, after Arthur unintentionally and successfully instigated infighting among them, the fragile alliance was long gone. They even attempted to betray their teammates so that they could be among the last three to surrender.

Unfortunately, Arthur said "time limit for self-determination." Since they couldn't decide, then they shouldn't decide.

The final result of the battle was that Arthur slaughtered all these shameless scoundrels.

Similar scenarios occurred in various independent combat zones.

Some clever ones used this tactic to incite infighting among the Olympian gods, while others, the Aesir, were indifferent and simply spared the goddesses on the other side while eliminating all the male gods.

All of this had backfired on Zeus, resulting in the rapid fall of the gods he had used to rule the Greek world.

The lower the rank of the Olympian god, the faster they died. For example, the three thousand sea goddesses under Poseidon's command were like moths to a flame, with double-digit numbers of sea goddesses falling every second.

Destruction and death spread rapidly among the Olympian gods, like countless fuses igniting a conflagration that quickly covered all the Greek gods and gradually reached even the highest-ranking deities.

Among the Olympian gods who held the title of God-King, Ares was the first to die in this round.

Even though he remained warlike and bloodthirsty, the barrier of the world of Jinlunga to his divine power, and his inability to replenish his war power on this foreign turf, led to his swift defeat.

Under the blood-stained sky, Tyr's greatsword tore through space, and each of his charges shattered large swathes of rock. However, faced with Tyr's fierce attacks, Ares could only passively resist with the black iron greatsword forged by Hephaestus.

Each time the two swords clashed, Ares lost a portion of the God of War's power, which could only be gathered in a battlefield of ten thousand men.

Tyr's sharp blade, imbued with an inexhaustible source of war power, finally cleaved Ares's iron sword in two. The moment it pierced Ares's left chest, a drop of blood was drawn from his divine body and merged into the Runes of Runas on Tyr's sword.

Ares tried to resist in vain, only to find that the divinity within his chest, inscribed with the power of [War], had already been absorbed by the other party.

Tyr swung the divine sword horizontally, and the mighty Greek god of war, Ares, turned into crimson ashes in the blink of an eye.

War only brings death and destruction.

A slain war god will not have a tombstone.

To be reduced to ashes and for one's soul to return to the heavens and earth—this is the destiny of a defeated war god.

Almost the same situation occurred on the battlefield of death a hundred miles away, where Hades, weakened by the power of death, was no longer able to summon the Styx to engulf the heavens and the earth.

If it were a normal duel between Grim Reapers, Hades might have lasted longer.

Unfortunately, the opposing Scáthach has [Gungnir]!
This extraordinary spear of the god-king, taking advantage of the critical moment when Hades was fighting Hela, ignored the barriers of space and distance, and easily pierced Hades' heart.

The power of [Space] relentlessly destroyed Hades' divine body, even shredding the Styx phantom behind him.

As this strike pierced Hades's core soul, all the gods on the entire battlefield heard a muffled groan that nearly drove them to the brink of madness.

"Um……"

Even if Hades remained silent, not wanting his fall to affect the other Olympian gods, it was impossible.

The fall of Hades was undoubtedly one of the most influential events in the world.

Without Hades, it means that the souls of the dead and fallen gods will never be able to return to their own world.

Once you die, even your soul will be captured by the underworld of the other world.

This is the most far-reaching and terrifying key point!
[Ah! Hades has fallen?]

What? That's impossible!

【No--】

What should we do?

Unable to fight to the death, and with no way to surrender.

The commotion spread, and the Olympian gods lost their will to fight:
A god launched a futile charge, then fell from the void, his very soul nailed to Helheim.

Some gods saw themselves as sacrifices on the wheel of fate, and knelt down in despair, throwing down their weapons and offering their necks for slaughter.

Some knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly to the Assadi opposite them, yearning for mercy.

In any case, Hades' fall heralded the end of this eradication of cause and effect.

One Olympian god after another fell in this desperate war of the gods, their divine bodies turned to dust, and their divine souls were captured and taken to Helheim.

After an unknown amount of time, the fierce battle between Thor and Poseidon came to an end.

In this kind of cross-border warfare, the power of the ocean was still too inefficient to utilize divine power. Faced with Thor's almost endless raging lightning waves, the towering sea that Poseidon summoned was also filled with writhing lightning snakes.

Another earth-shattering thunderbolt, powerful enough to destroy a small world.

Thor had thought Poseidon could hold out for a while longer, but all he saw was a sorrowful face.

After the deafening thunder, the waves vanished like ethereal phantoms, leaving only half of a golden trident, wreathed in lightning, suspended in this space that resembled a divine tomb.

Poseidon... has fallen!
With each Greek god who fell, Zeus found that his divine authority over all things was diminished.

[All Things] certainly allowed him to borrow divine power from various fields of the Greek world.

The problem is that if the gods of this realm fall, Zeus's efficiency in borrowing divine power will plummet.

However, when facing Downs' World Sword Formation, every second required an enormous amount of divine power.

As the phantom behind Zeus diminished, the divine duel across all domains soon came to an end.

[Ares, Hades, Poseidon...] The strong connection between their souls made Zeus realize what had happened.

He was no stranger to all of this.

When Hermes fell earlier, he had already experienced firsthand the terrible feeling of the death of his offspring.

However, this time, there were far too many victims.

Only the closest beings could evoke Zeus's deeper and more desperate grief.

[Ahhh—Towns Paulson—]

Zeus held nothing back, unleashing all the divine power he could muster, transforming it into a chaotic torrent of elements that crashed down upon Downs.

Regardless of the power of this torrent, its sheer volume is enough to destroy the entire Asgard.

This offensive was so overwhelming that even the spatial tunnel that Zeus had created with his divine power of space was in danger of collapsing at any moment.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

This is a catastrophic torrent.

The roots of the World Tree withered instantly upon mere touch.

This single blow shattered the World Tree's root barrier that had separated Zeus from his subjects.

In response, Towns unusually used all twelve World Swords simultaneously.

The Sword of Muspelheim, Jotunheim, Sumer, Egypt, Fusang, India...

Each sword strike is a world unto itself.

When these World Swords, carrying the phantoms of their respective worlds, collided with the torrent, a terrifying, almost deafening roar was heard in every corner of the entire world of Jinlunga.

"Buzz!"

The sound was so loud that even though the battlefield had been spatially isolated, the noise still traveled far and wide through vibrations, causing hundreds of millions of ordinary people to temporarily lose their hearing.

People were shouting and screaming, seeing the terrified expressions on each other's faces, but they couldn't hear a sound.

Many mortals who were already in the lower world had their eardrums ruptured on the spot, and blood flowed from their ear holes.

This move by Zeus was almost his last.

When Zeus could no longer unleash his wide-ranging destructive divine arts, Downs connected with Valhalla—thousands upon thousands of heroic spirits burst forth from the void gates, shouting slogans such as "Long live Emperor Downs!" They transformed into a silver torrent of souls, washing over the thousand-armed giant beneath Zeus.

This mutated giant, which is a mixture of chaotic energy and ferocity, is indeed monstrous.

If any of the Chaos Warriors attached to it, consisting only of the upper body, were released, they would be demigods.

The only problem is that they have power, but their chaotic nature leads to a lack of coordination between them.

This, in turn, gave the heroic spirits, who had trained day and night for many years and worked in perfect harmony, an opportunity. They swarmed forward and hacked these ugly 'half-humans' to death one by one.

Zeus looked down and saw that no matter how he tried to make the thousand-armed giant twist its body and throw the heroic spirits off, he could not stop these elite heroic warriors from causing irreversible damage to the giant's body.

Two were thrown off, and five more pounced on them!
Break three apart, then have ten more!
This is the foundation that Towns has built up over a century in the world of Kinlunga, a population of over 100 million!
In terms of individual qualities, these heroic spirits would not be out of place among the great Greek heroes. Perhaps they couldn't defeat great heroes like Agamemnon and Achilles in a one-on-one fight, but there were so many of them!

Quantitative changes quickly lead to qualitative changes.

Zeus was shocked to discover that, under the cover of the heroic spirits' intrusion, the World Sword controlled by Downs had begun to dissect the body of the thousand-armed giant beneath him.

"Swoosh—whoosh—hiss—" Chunks of flesh, each weighing over a ton, fell from the colossal giant's body. Once these chunks of flesh, infused with chaotic energy, were deprived of the power of death, they were nothing more than larger pieces of rotting flesh.

Encountering the World Sword, imbued with elemental power, one might be reduced to burning charcoal, or to waterlogged rotten flesh, or...

To the naked eye, this enormous body, hundreds of meters tall, began to disintegrate.

"No! No! This shouldn't be!" Zeus could no longer stay and had to jump out through the cut in the giant's neck.

He made a desperate move, transforming into a bolt of lightning and charging towards where Towns was.

Zeus was gambling, gambling with his Titan bloodline, hoping that he could defeat Tangs with his stronger divine body.

He was brave, and even now, his actions are still worthy of the name of the God-Emperor.

"Unfortunately, in this chaotic universe, there can only be one victor!" Towns' sigh was the proclamation of the end.

With the tree root curtain now destroyed, many Olympian gods, like the goddesses in the Golden Palace of Asgard, witnessed this final scene.

Zeus's muscles bulged, his hair and beard stood on end, and his bloodshot, wide-open eyes exuded an extreme ferocity, like a beast ready to devour its prey. It was useless!

Because all his movements, his very soul, have been completely frozen in time by the great power called "Time".

At this moment, Zeus is like a lifelike sculpture.

It is noble! It is magnificent! It is moving!
Most of the world's praises could be bestowed upon Zeus at this moment.

The only thing missing from his list was the most crucial adjective: "dangerous"!
Is it ridiculous?
A supreme god-emperor who conquered so many small worlds possessed everything except for military power.

This was heroic, but also an ultimate tragedy for the Olympian gods.

Zeus tried his best, but could not defeat him.

He couldn't even move his eyes, and could only use his last bit of divine power to frantically fight against the [time] controlled by Downs, watching himself head towards the end.

Towns walked over to him with a seemingly floating motion right in front of him.

One step, two steps, three steps...

He slowly walked up to Zeus and, in a manner more like a salute before a duel, drew a divine sword that shone with dazzling light from the only sword he wore at his waist.

"Zeus, do you know who the spirit of this sword, the Sword of Asgard, which symbolizes the supreme divine authority of Kinlunga, is?"

【…Who?】 Zeus strained to the extreme before managing to squeeze out a single word with his very soul.

"You might not believe it, but back then, my foolish brother Odin embraced Chaos and rebelled against the entire world of Kinlunga. I killed him and sealed his most important soul into this sword as its spirit."

Zeus felt dizzy.

Indeed, fate is a giant boomerang.

Odin treated Zeus the same way he treated Odin.

The irony of fate reached its peak at this moment.

Seeing Zeus looking constipated, Downs approached and, with extremely slow movements, thrust the gleaming blade of the divine sword into Zeus's open chest.

Every single point, every single inch.

Until the sword pierced through the god's body, bursting out from Zeus's back, revealing the blood-stained tip of the sword.

Purple divine blood, representing the sky and thunder, gushed from the vivid wound, but it didn't travel far before being captured by a phantom World Sword. Zeus, the king of the gods, was using his incomparably noble divine blood to forge the sword spirit for the victor's final World Sword.

From Uranus to Cronus, and then to Zeus… Olympus’s three-generation reign came to a cruel end at this moment.

Zeus's expression was initially one of bewilderment, then quickly turned to rage, then sorrow, and after a few breaths, his ferocious and distorted expression calmed down.

Zeus is dead.

This is my destined death!

Fate elevated him to be the emperor of half of the chaotic universe, but just before he stepped onto the final throne, it knocked him down, using his soul and the throne to forge the most magnificent and weighty stepping stone for the true final emperor.

He overthrew his father's rule, then murdered him, ultimately benefiting outsiders.

What an irony!

As if to demonstrate his benevolence as the ruler of the universe, Downs slightly loosened his grip on Zeus's "time" constraint.

Downs spoke in a divine voice, audible to all the gods on both sides of the battlefield: "Zeus, I grant you permission to utter your final words."

At this moment, Downs had already prepared for the worst. If Zeus incited all the Olympian gods to resist to the end, he wouldn't mind slaughtering 99% of the Olympian gods.

There are already enough factions within the Great Aesir; there is no need for a massive pantheon capable of rivaling the established Aesir.

At this crucial moment when all the gods were watching, in the temple of the world of Lilanca, Hera, the queen of the gods who had been pinned down by Odin, raised her head and stared intently at Zeus in the projection of her mind.

How Hera wished that her partner had mentioned her at the last moment!
If it were her, perhaps her jealousy would be extinguished forever.

But, but...

Not to mention Downs, no god could have imagined that Zeus's last words would be—

[Downs, tell me the truth, how are Athena, Artemis, and Hestia feeling?]

This question was so outrageous that it was not only absurd but also so illogical that Towns didn't know how to respond.

Please! This is in the presence of all the gods!

You're about to die and you're still worried about this?
At that moment, the three goddesses who were still in the Golden Palace were so embarrassed that they wished they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

For a moment, Towns really didn't want to answer Zeus, that lecherous scoundrel.

But when he saw Zeus's divine body beginning to disintegrate, and met those eyes that were full of curiosity and even pleading, he was overwhelmed.

Towns, almost as if possessed, replied: 【Awesome!】

Outrageous question!
That's an outrageous answer!
But it's very Zeus-like!
It is foreseeable that these words will become a top secret in the divine realm, forever forbidden to be transmitted to the mortal world.

Zeus died peacefully in the presence of all the gods.

Having confirmed this, Thor excitedly raised Mjolnir, the hammer of Thor, and roared: "We have won! Long live the Aesir!"

Long live the Aesir!

Long live the Aesir!

Long live the Aesir!

Whether they were Aesir gods, divine servants, angels, demigods, or even the Olympian gods who had just surrendered, they all shouted the exact same slogan in unison.

Victory!
A resounding victory without a doubt!
After eliminating the Olympian gods, the Aesir gods became the undisputed rulers of the entire chaotic universe.

Almost the instant Zeus was killed, a vast and three-dimensional cosmic star map unexpectedly entered Downs' mind.

This chaotic universe is vast, but not as vast as Downs imagined.

Within the markings of the star map, there are many remote little worlds that are teeming with new life and new deities.

However, they developed too late, and the world was still in a state between chaos and order, so they missed the momentous war of gods that would determine the fate of the universe.

Being backward means being vulnerable to attack; this is a fate that is difficult to escape.

After a month of customary, frenzied celebrations, Downs made the decision to have the six God-Kings suppress the various new worlds.

Meanwhile, Towns announced that he would pass the torch to Thor.

"Father God, are you really not going to reconsider?" That morning, Thor, as usual, came to the back hall of the Silver Palace and pounded on the huge palace gates.

Towns reluctantly crawled out from among countless goddess limbs to deal with his beloved son.

"Thor, you bastard! I wish I'd never been born!"

"As long as Father God doesn't leave, I can get lost," Thor said with a grin.

No, I must go.

"why?"

"I'm tired of it."

"..."

A very strong reason.

Just like Towns once said, 'The universe is big, I want to go out and see it.'

After seven days of fruitless persuasion, Thor finally resigned himself to his fate: "Father, when will you return?"

"I don't know, maybe a year, maybe a hundred years. Asgard is already my home, and I will always come back. But before that, I want to go back to another 'home' to take a look."

"..."

Home is where your family is.

Downs didn't know if the flow of time on Earth was the same as in this chaotic universe.

As the years go by, this longing to return home grows stronger.

Even if the Earth were destroyed, Towns would never be satisfied without going back to see it one last time.

Sensing the resolute look in his father's eyes, Thor sighed, "Father, while you are gone, I will watch over the world of Kinlunga."

"That's good."

"But Father, what are you going to do with Uncle Odin?"

Odin, that's a big problem.

If left unchecked, Odin is too clever and too powerful.

In terms of pure strength, Thor is no less powerful than Odin. But if you add intelligence to the mix, Thor is guaranteed to lose.

Fortunately, Towns had already made his decision.

In Jotunheim, the land of the frost giants, in Odin's old palace, Odin had taken his revenge on Zeus countless times in recent days. Hera, in any case, looked exactly like a wronged, submissive wife.

Odin was not surprised at all that Downs had brought the core gods with him.

"My great and mighty God-Emperor, have you decided how to deal with your lowly subject?"

"Nothing special. You can take a small world with you, but it can't be larger than Midgard, and the total number of gods it has can't exceed fifty." Downs was quite generous, letting Odin have his own independent world, so he could have his own fun behind closed doors.

Odin glanced at Thor, then looked away.

"Brother, for a long time I've actually been resentful of you."

"what do you want?"

"Zeus had a grudge that he could not resolve even in death, and so do I."

"You said."

Odin met Downs' eyes, his expression utterly serious. He shouted, "From childhood to adulthood, everything the best has ever been yours, and I haven't had a single thing. Whether it's treasures, territory, or goddesses. I refuse to accept this! I absolutely refuse to accept this!"

"Watch your words!" Gilgamesh stepped forward and sternly stopped Odin.

However, Odin ignored everything and stared intently at Downs: "Have you ever loved your brother?"

Towns said calmly, "I loved you!"

"Prove it to me!"

"You say it, but I might not do it."

Downs's cold words made Odin's resentment even worse.

"I only want one proof—give me Aphrodite, the most beautiful goddess in the world!"

"That's it?"

“That’s it!” Odin declared resolutely. “If you give me Aphrodite, I swear I will be the king of the Aesir for all eternity, and I will punish anyone who dares to harm the Aesir! Do you dare?”

"Phew!" Towns exhaled a breath of stale air: "Okay."

“If you don’t want to, just say so…wait! You agreed?” Odin’s eyes widened in disbelief, his pupils dilating.

"Why not? You're my brother! And you swore to be the king of the Aesir!" Downs said matter-of-factly, which left Odin completely bewildered.

The air suddenly fell silent.

Odin, unaware of what was happening, shed a tear from the corner of his eye.

Even though he had a million things he wanted to say, when his gaze passed over the gods and landed on his elderly mother Bestra, whose hair had turned gray, standing far away, Odin finally lost control of his emotions.

“Brother, I am not as good as you!” With that, Odin dismissed him.

Three days later, the world of Sri Lanka, having been reshaped by the four elements, became the first world to separate.

As the world of Lilanca receded from Jinlunga, Downs, standing on the terrace of the Golden Palace, exchanged a glance with Athena and asked in a low voice, "Has anyone told Odin that Aphrodite was actually Uranus's slut?"

"Pfft!" This time, the gods really couldn't hold back anymore and burst into laughter.

Hahaha! Wahahaha!

What is the most beautiful goddess?
This is absolutely outrageous!
Towns gazed into the distance, his heart filled with mixed emotions:
"Oh! My foolish brother!"

(End of this chapter)