Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 315 Angela Newman

Managing a large pantheon is actually a bit like running a company.

Companies that are in a steady growth phase or operating normally do not need to make major moves. Often, they only need to add expertise in individual fields as needed, and that is enough.

Generally speaking, unless the company is in a rapid expansion phase, only those companies that are on the verge of bankruptcy or have a crazy leader will do something stupid like parachuting in a leader, such as poaching a high-profile executive from a certain large company and inserting him directly into a large department.

The pantheon also has this drawback.

When a huge pantheon faces enormous pressure and has to make changes, only a few can find the destined child.

Turn the tide?

nonexistent!

With bad luck coming one after another, he made a series of bad moves and found a jerk to lead everyone all the way to hell. This is a high probability event.

If another parachuted boss comes in and steers the policy in another direction all at once, there will be no end in sight.

Downs was confident and had plenty of room. First, the Jinlunga world had not officially entered the game yet; second, the Aesir were harmonious and peaceful, and with the recent example of Perun ascending to power, it was the best time to inspire the lower classes to strive forward; third, the world was large.

Towns is totally worthy of the title.

You know, he once had a chance to force the three major Mayan gods to surrender, but he would rather have nothing than have something unqualified. He was not afraid of trouble and was willing to eliminate the cancer even if it meant the backlash from the Mayan world. Now he would not rashly introduce a god king who returned from chaos or something.

Even if he let Anubis go, the amount he let in would be very limited.

Don't forget that before these Chaos Demons fell, they were all powerful and well-known figures, and some were even true gods. These guys are ambitious.

Towns refused to treat them politely and was picky.

For them, this is not only a way to drive away customers, but also a humiliation.

Any Chaos Demon who still had some thoughts and spirit would simply run to the two opposite families.

Towns would rather have nothing than have someone of poor quality, and he is determined not to lower the admission standards.

The interesting thing is, if he doesn’t do it, then the goddess Amaterasu will do it!
There are always some things that, even though they bring their own dry food, come over to serve you. It is hard to say whether they are human or ghost.

Although at this point in time, the two major divine systems of Fusang and India were shamelessly fighting each other, they had no concept of king against king, general against general. Basically, the direct true god looked for the other's vassal god to kill.

Even single combat is rare, Fuso is more accustomed to concentrating its forces to kill the opponent's vassal gods.

At first, neither party felt there was anything wrong with this practice of mutual soul-sharing.

As they were brushing, Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi realized something was wrong.

This is the difference in the size of the world.

India and its vassal worlds are larger in size, have more abundant elements, and have a larger mortal population, which means that with normal consumption, Fuso will never win.

This is a very sad and helpless state of affairs.

If it is a modern war, you can also climb the technology tree and crush the opponent with higher technology.

This is a universe where divine power is obtained through the power of the world's elements and the power of mortals' faith.

The gap in world size makes it difficult to win through skill.

Especially after Fuso had two of its vassal god systems destroyed in succession by the army led by Shiva, Fuso became more dependent on this extremely dangerous resurrection match!

Goddess Amaterasu's face turned pale: "We have no choice."

"Yes." Tsukuyomi replied helplessly.

"Where's my brother?"

"Hasu Susanoo-no-Mikoto?" Tsukuyomi shook his head. Although Fuso was called Sangui, in reality, Hasu Susanoo was a useless person.

"Have you asked that person's name?"

"He claims to be Alhu Mazda, the supreme god of good in Mesopotamia." Tsukuyomi hesitated: "But I don't think he is." "He lied? In what aspect?" Goddess Amaterasu frowned her beautiful eyebrows.

To be honest, they have all fallen to the level of becoming Chaos Demons.

Even if it's the God of Chaos, after staying in this damn place for so long, who doesn't have blood on his hands?
Goddess Amaterasu had her subordinates interrogate the newly born "Momotaro" and "Momo Mitsuki". Some of them were very secretive about their past and refused to talk much, while others confessed all the evil deeds they had done.

Transforming into a monster and attacking innocent civilians in the past world is child's play.

Others, in order to seek revenge or other personal grudges, voluntarily become Chaos Demons and go out to slaughter and harm their former comrades.

Fortunately, Fuso also has a tradition of exorcising evil spirits, and Amaterasu can use her divine power and influence to suppress these guys, forcing them to rush to the front line to fight against the cannon fodder of the Indian side.

But resurrecting a powerful God-King should be done with extreme caution.

Tsukuyomi sighed when he heard what his sister said: "I'm afraid that he is not a good god at all."

Amaterasu felt her soul tremble violently: "The God of Extreme Evil?"

"I don't rule out the possibility."

"So what's your opinion?"

Tsukuyomi shook his head: "We have no choice. If we don't recruit helpers, we will become slave gods of the Indian pantheon."

"Well, I hope we made the right choice."

Yomihirasaka is not their territory, they don't even have a safe isolation zone.

As a result, the ceremony to attract foreign aid had to be held on a plain not far from Takama-ga-hara.

It was dusk!

The sun is setting and night is about to fall.

This is the point in time when Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi can exert their power at the same time.

However, something was wrong with the rituals performed by a large group of witches from the beginning.

A hissing sound similar to the breaking of iron hinges came from deep in the earth, and dark red slime oozed from the cracked surface of the altar.

Not blood!

Better than blood!

The mucus flowed and formed cuneiform runes that Amaterasu had never seen before.

Some witches felt something was wrong. Just by looking at these runes, they felt a rusty taste in their throats.

"Amaterasu," the witch called out, trying to get her own god to stop this perverse ritual of purifying the God of Chaos.

There was no response from the sky, and Goddess Amaterasu almost watched the red "blood" devour the runes engraved with the seal.

The star map on the dome suddenly twisted, and twenty-eight golden nails representing the solar corona were driven into the altar one after another, hitting the lapis lazuli floor tiles and emitting indigo sparks.

The moment the presiding witch pricked her finger and dripped blood into the center of the altar, all the torches turned dark green at the same time.

The heat wave caused blood to ooze from behind the witches' ears, and the stench of sulfur and rotten flesh filled their nostrils.

The token on the altar began to swell, a magma-like red light surged under the stratum corneum, and ancient spells moved on the skin like living snakes. In the portrait on the temporary token, the statue of the god suddenly shed tears of blood, and the sound of plaster peeling was mixed with a boiling whimper.

The Persian text above suddenly distorted.

This is not Alhura Mazda at all. The line of words above has been replaced.

The scarlet words outlined an extremely evil and terrifying name - Angela Newman!

(End of this chapter)