Stupid Odin

“Ah, ah, ah! Let me go! Do you dare to fight me fairly?” Enlil, kicked into the depths of the sea, was still full of energy.

His cursing never stopped.

After all, it was a mental sound, and seawater couldn't block it.

Being forcibly trampled into the depths of the sea, Enlil was completely cut off from his connection with the wind element.

If this guy were in his own world, he would most likely be able to summon a massive amount of divine power from afar to continue to wear down Downs.

Even at the bottom of Vanaheim's sea, he could still summon a bit of wind element power, but he couldn't make ends meet!

It was like owing a huge amount of loans; when he couldn't even pay the interest, he could only rush towards the ending of self-destruction.

Downs switched feet, and now his water element foot was repeatedly stomping on Enlil.

Whenever this Wind God-King broke through to about a thousand meters from the surface, he would be kicked back to the bottom of the sea.

It must be admitted that Enlil, as a dignified God-King, still had some intelligence; he even once attempted to blow up the seabed of Vanaheim in order to escape from another direction.

It's just a pity that his wind element was really not good enough when it came to drilling into the ground.

Don't be fooled by the raging winds around him, with huge tornadoes constantly surrounding him; in reality, his divine power on the vast ocean could only stir up a small wave at most, and didn't even affect the fishing boats on the surface much.

In any case, Enlil, as a natural elemental god, had much more presence as a God-King than the previous Celtic God-King 'Silver Hand' Nuada.

At least, Enlil could really jump around.

If Downs wasn't careful, he really might have a chance to jump out.

If he wanted to catch him again, it would take more effort.

Downs suddenly realized that he had the potential to be a sadist.

Wasn't this just waterboarding?

Downs didn't know that his actions were perfectly presented by his own mental projection left in Valhalla.

The goddesses left behind, led by Freyja, all let out excited screams.

“Your Majesty is amazing!”

“Well done!”

“Kill that false king Enlil!”

This scene was also projected into the dungeon of Valhalla.

Ishtar and Ereshkigal sisters turned pale.

Ishtar suddenly proposed: “Gullveig, can you let my head out of the water? I won’t run away!”

Gullveig nodded.

Downs had already transferred the authority of this water of confinement to her.

Therefore, the Venus goddess at this moment was a bit like being in a swimming pool, with her wet head able to emerge from the water.

The two sisters watched blankly, and Enlil, the once invincible God-King in their eyes, was being abused by Downs like a drowned dog without any temper.

Ereshkigal sighed softly: “Your God-King is so powerful…”

Gullveig proudly puffed out her chest: “Of course! So far, no one has been able to test the limits of His Majesty's strength.

No enemy can escape His Majesty's grasp.

Either submit! Or perish!”

Gullveig silently added a sentence in her heart, 'except for Odin'.

Over there, Downs patiently consumed Enlil's divine power.

After all, he was a serious God-King; killing a powerful elemental god with one blow was too idealistic, and Downs never considered this option from the beginning.

In fact, the gap between the two sides was not necessarily so huge.

Even if Downs used the means of law to discount Enlil's divine power, he was unwilling to use a combat method that consumed a lot of energy to kill Enlil.

Utu died, and Sumer lost the sun.

If Enlil fell, Sumer's wind element might be exhausted.

Downs had already regarded the Sumerian world as his own, so naturally he would not want the spoils he had obtained to be severely damaged.

This kind of divided attack was the optimal solution.

With the overall situation settled here, Downs took the time to take a look at the main battlefield.

Little did he know that when his Eye of God appeared in the sky, the Asgardians and giants below erupted in fiery cheers.

“Haha! His Majesty has gained an overwhelming advantage.”

“Stupid Sumerians, your God-King is doomed.”

The Sumerian gods, of course, were not convinced and retorted angrily:

“Don’t even think about it!”

“Our God-King is invincible!”

“God-King Enlil will destroy your world with a storm!”

Verbal disputes will never have results.

Only facts speak louder than words!

At this moment, an existence that surprised the gods arrived on the scene through the Rainbow Bridge.

Thor, the God of Thunder!

When he appeared with the head of Marduk, the Sumerian god of wind and rain, in his hand, the reactions of the two camps of gods were completely different.

The Asgardians naturally cheered, and many gods didn't even know who Thor had killed.

This was not important; the key was to see the reaction of the Sumerian gods as if their parents had died, and they knew that the owner of that head must be very important.

Enki, the water god of wisdom, almost collapsed on the spot: “My son—”

Marduk's strength was really not weak; he was originally the god of thunderstorms, and also had the priesthoods of [War] and [Magic].

He was fully qualified to be a God-King.

In mythology, it was he who responded to the call of the gods in the Sumerian god realm civil war and personally defeated Tiamat, the primordial god of chaos who transformed into a multi-headed dragon, that he was able to take office as the Sumerian God-King.

To be honest, if Thor was not fighting in the local area of ​​Jötunheimr, it would be really hard to say whether he could take down Marduk.

In this battle, Thor was seriously injured; his left pauldron was blown up, and his right abdomen was still oozing blood, with an obvious arrow wound there.

Although embarrassed, winning was winning.

Having finally killed Marduk, Thor, worried about the frontal battlefield, hurriedly summoned Heimdall and rushed over using the Rainbow Bridge, only to be surprised to find that it seemed like it was none of his business.

Thor looked at Downs' Eye of God in the sky and shouted loudly: “Father God! I am now…”

Downs' grand divine voice echoed in the sky: “My son, take a rest.

Or see who is defeated, and you can take over.”

“Ah? But.”

Downs smiled: “Do you still want to steal the credit of the gods?”

Thor suddenly became speechless.

The Asgardian gods burst into laughter:

“Your Highness, don't come over, I can handle it myself.”

“You are injured, take a rest!”

“Hahaha! It's rare to have a good opponent.

Your Highness, you wouldn't want to spoil our fun, would you?”

This made Thor not know what to do.

Looking around, the advantages of the Asgardians and giants became more and more obvious.

Although they were using powerful divine arts to bombard each other, the Asgardians generally had obvious physical advantages—they were taller, more resistant to beatings, while the Sumerian gods on the opposite side were often only the height of mortals.

When the divine arts of each other could not be distinguished, the guy with the long health bar definitely had the advantage.

In the sky and on the ground, the energies of two different worlds were transformed into divine power and other forms, frantically attacking each other.

At a glance, at least a dozen different colors could be seen eroding each other.

The scene seemed to be evenly matched, but in fact, the Sumerian gods were becoming more and more desperate as they fought!