Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 309 Details determine success or failure
The setting sun is blood-red and the noise is deafening.

The Fuso Tengu, with a tall and long red nose and red face, holding a round fan, tall stature, wearing "Yamabushi" (a kind of Fuso clothing), and with wings on his back, is fighting fiercely with the Indian golden bird - the egg-laying Garuda in the sky.

The Tengu flapped its wings and rushed out of the clouds, breaking through the sky, raised its frost folding fan and swung out a cold wave tornado with a diameter of more than ten meters, which collided with the Golden Crow True Fire fanned by Garuda's wings, and a grand vortex of red clouds and black ice exploded in the air.

More monsters from the two tribes were fighting fiercely in mid-air, and every moment the losers fell down with screams and wails.

The mortals on the land below were terrified. Corpses smashed onto the roofs of civilians' houses. The broken limbs and internal organs seemed to be a bloody rain that could only appear in hell, falling endlessly.

From time to time, you can see broken skull fragments.

They started screaming non-stop, but later on, the mortals hiding at home became somewhat numb, as if the things that crashed through their roof were not the corpses of monsters, but a bunch of sparrows.

on earth.

The Naga snake demon roared with several heads, and the poisonous mist condensed into a four-armed Rakshasa, which swung out a ripple-shaped shock wave and violently collided with the snow girl's extremely cold ice cone. The deadly poisonous mist was frozen into emerald crystals and fell.

Shiva's subordinates are relatively more disciplined, but they cannot match the greater number of monsters in Fuso. Moreover, under the command of Amaterasu and the other "Three Noble Sons", they are fearless and indomitable.

Monsters of all kinds fight each other instinctively, and the continuous war spreads across more than a dozen connected worlds.

They are not enough to fill the entire world, but because their frequency of appearance is so high, they give people the illusion that they have already filled the entire vision of mortals.

In this war that affected almost all of the Fuso and Indian worlds, it was difficult for mortals to escape.

Even a seriously injured and dying monster can still deal a horrific fatal blow to a mortal.

Hungry monsters don't mind feeding on mortals.

Immortals fight, mortals suffer.

The same is true for monsters.

They are scarier than locusts!
Even though they only have their enemies in their sight, they fight so recklessly and extend their destructive power so arbitrarily that they easily destroy everything around them.

The Fuso monsters were able to do whatever they wanted on the outskirts of the Fuso world, let alone the subordinate worlds.

There are broken walls, abandoned fields, and dead bodies everywhere on the roadsides.

Except for the occasional fierce battles between the incarnations of local gods and Shiva's minions, which still proved that the subordinate worlds of Fusang were still under control, it seemed that all order had collapsed...

There are also a few individuals who do nothing but quietly watch everything that happens between heaven and earth, and then use their own eyes and their meager soul power to project the images into the designated soul frequency.

The method adopted by these "mortals" is close to prayer, except that the object of the prayer is a specific Aesir god.

At the same time, a large number of Chaos Demons continued to flood into the two world clusters, breaking through the barriers and creating killing, chaos and destruction.

On the other hand, with the help of relay stations such as Ishtar and the Kraken soul body, the Aesir gods were able to visually see what was happening in the two major world clusters in the Silver Palace.

To be honest, if this was not the Palace of Silver but the Palace of Joy, the gods would definitely have a few glasses of wine to celebrate.

Of course, the brainless giants had already started laughing happily.

The entire Silver Palace was filled with a strange atmosphere where the theory of quick victory was rampant.

They had reason to think so - the two most important enemies had killed each other, so how could this battle be suspenseful? When they were crippled and tired, the Aesir would come in and harvest their heads. Easy! Easy!

But is the battle situation really as everyone imagines?
The closer they got to victory, the more unreal Towns felt.

The Indian and Fuso pantheons were definitely not weak, as both of them had a bunch of younger worlds under their control, which was in itself proof of their strength. The current situation was absolutely ridiculous to bystanders.

For three consecutive days, the eleven worlds combined were in chaos.

The scene was too boring, and those Aesir heroes who infiltrated were unable to get close to the god-level main battlefield of the warring parties because of the low status and strength of their hosts, so they obtained very little god-level intelligence.

After watching for 24 hours in a row, Tangs felt bored, which was rare for him, and went back to the back hall to rest.

Sitting slumped on the huge bed, Downs watched Hathor, Siva, and Elle perform their songs and dances, and then looked at the heaving back of Queen Maeve's head, and then looked at Ishtar who had returned and had a bit of a temper but still accepted his big hand patiently...

But Downs' thoughts were wandering outside the world!
Subconsciously, the spiritual consciousness was projected once again into the two worlds engaged in fierce fighting.

The battle was indeed fierce. Fuso was not a land of unlimited support. It was obvious that the goddess Amaterasu had launched a successful counterattack. There was also a world in India where the surface order was flickering. It was estimated that the God King was probably finished, or at least severely damaged.

This battle is extremely favorable to the Aesir.

But Towns just felt something was wrong.

too easy!

For some unknown reason, Downs suddenly muttered to himself, "My stupid brother, what would you do if you were here?"

"What?" Ishtar was stunned for a moment with a dazed look in her eyes. "Your Majesty, what did you say? Sorry, I didn't hear you clearly."

"nothing."

To be honest, it has been a long time since Towns last saw this stupid brother who had been fooled by him many times. He actually missed him a little.

It’s not that he missed Odin’s kindness, but he no longer had any spiritual connection with him. Without dealing with him, Towns always felt like something was missing.

Downs thought to himself: If Odin were here, he would probably act like Shiva, forcing a large number of demons to surrender and then use them as cannon fodder for his vanguard.

Huh?
and many more!

Judging from Odin's current behavior, he is probably driving the Chaos Demon.

Chaos demon?
Tang Si's pupils suddenly shrank.

Whether it is a human or a god, sometimes my intuition will frantically remind me that something is wrong, but my reason tells me that nothing is wrong.

Facts always prove that intuition is correct.

This is because intuition is our subconscious mind comparing various dangerous situations that our rational mind has not noticed, and sending out warning signals.

"I know!" Towns suddenly shouted, scaring all the girls present.

Looking at Downs who suddenly turned back into the 'giant form' of the Aesir, Maeve trembled: "Your Majesty, did I do something wrong?"

"No, it's not your problem." Towns called to Brunhilde who was beside him, "Call the core gods!"

Soon, all the core gods gathered in the main hall of the Silver Palace.

Tang Si said firmly: "I know what's wrong - the flaw is! Their world is not chaotic!"

(End of this chapter)