Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 339 is just asking for a beating.
Throughout history, small countries should not provoke large countries.

The same principle applies to the vast world within a chaotic universe.

Within the perspective set up by the soul behemoth released by Downs, if Jinlunga is an oval sphere large enough to fit an adult human, then Nipper is a tiny marble-sized object.

From this perspective, the roots of the World Tree are only about the size of a toothpick, which is still beyond the capacity of a small world.

The sky above this small world has shattered, and strangely enough, mortals cannot hear any sound.

It wasn't that the sky cracked silently, but rather that all the air carrying the sound was ejected into the chaotic universe under pressure.

The azure sky was momentarily filled with chaotic energy.

But the next moment, the world's will drove the world barrier to barely complete its self-healing, and a new barrier, seemingly as thin as a cicada's wing, protected this small world. As for whether it could withstand the next attack, even the gods didn't know.

What's truly terrifying is that those worlds that were beaten up discovered a strange cluster of greenery that became the base color of the sky.

That means the roots of the World Tree have become entangled in that world and have begun to forcibly transform, or decompose and absorb, the four elements of that world.

"Cuckoo!"

It sounded like a cow gulping down water.

This sound caused both the native and Indian deities to instantly change their expressions.

Again!
It was not just invasion, but transformation and conquest.

What the Triad God found most unbearable was that the opposing world, Jinlunga, was capable of fighting against multiple smaller worlds simultaneously.

"Bang bang bang!"

This world-class spinning top caused several small worlds that rushed towards it to spin wildly under the enormous lateral impact.

The mortals inside may have experienced major earthquakes, but none of them have experienced the earth spinning.

The mortal beings inside were all bewildered.

Some people think they're delirious, but little do they know, the earth is really spinning!

Exaggerated centrifugal force became the sole dominant theme of this land, like a tornado that swept across the entire world, wreaking havoc on everything in existence.

Whether it's humans, buildings, or plants and trees, they are all caught in this endless cycle of death.

Someone tried to maintain their balance, staggering for more than ten meters before falling on the meadow.

This person is undoubtedly lucky.

The wooden houses shook violently, as if crushed by an invisible hand, and collapsed sideways.

"Gods! Save us—" This terrifying feeling, as if the entire small world was about to collapse, plunged the local mortals into a huge nightmare.

Whether it's a misfortune or a blessing, the rotation of the whole world has slowed down.

They didn't realize that their world had been hit by a punch, but only once.

The fact that this small world swirled away from the battle area was actually a good thing.

Their gods quickly reached a consensus amidst a moment of confusion.

"The Aesir appear to be composed of more than one pantheon."

"It's obvious at a glance that the pure-blooded Aesir is a giant." "God-King Downs Paulson did not exterminate the surrendered gods."

"In that case, we..."

Although the Indian Trinity God sent out orders to go to war many times afterward, the gods here simply read the orders but did not reply. When they did reply, it was mostly just correct but meaningless statements such as "This world is severely damaged and cannot communicate with the world's will."

Admittedly, this small world has been removed and is temporarily far from the battlefield.

The deities in charge of these small worlds are betting that the Hindu gods will lose, otherwise they will surely be purged one by one after the war.

That being said, charging in now would mean immediate death. Not going in now might just mean death.

The choice is obvious, isn't it?
The cannon fodder's passive resistance infuriated the three leaders.

Shiva was furious, his four arms trembling with rage: "Those fellows have completely forgotten the favor we showed them when we protected them! I'll show them who the true ruler of this universe is!"

While the Triads could certainly throw a tantrum, their subordinate gods were not so easily fooled, and everyone could see the dire situation.

If one has to say that the Hindu pantheon still has any hope of turning the tide, it is probably that it has agreed to join forces with the Hindu pantheon to attack the Fusang gods of the Kinlunga world.

The Fusang world has indeed been quietly approaching the Jinlunga world from behind, at least in the eyes of the two divine races, India and Fusang.

Brahma said in a deep voice, "According to the plan, as soon as the Fusang pantheon engages in battle with the Aesir, our strike force will set off immediately to burn down the roots of the World Tree."

Vishnu and Shiva nodded simultaneously: "Yes."

It should be noted that at this moment, the Indian world and the Jinlunga world are at war. Even though their spatial barriers are not connected, World Tree roots are still constantly crossing a small section of chaotic void and piercing into the Indian world, stirring up trouble.

There's nothing wrong with the operation itself.

The problem is, as the world of Japan rapidly approaches...

A huge phantom suddenly appeared in the sky above the temple complex in Takamagahara.

"Towns Paulson!" Izanagi immediately projected a phantom slightly taller than Towns, staring at the enormous projection, which was over a thousand meters tall, with displeasure: "What are you doing here?"

Downs' appearance made the Japanese gods extremely uncomfortable.

In a sense, the fact that the opposing god-king's divine thoughts could be directly projected into Takamagahara shows that the opposing side didn't take the spatial barrier and world will of the Fusang world seriously at all.

Towns wasn't annoyed, and smiled, "That's the question I should be asking."

Correct!
What are you doing here while I'm fighting with Indians?
Izanagi didn't even blush: "You are not the ruler of the chaotic universe, so why can't we come?"

"If you advance any further, you will be considered enemies by us." Downs smiled and turned his gaze past the phantom of Izanagi to the goddess Amaterasu in the temple. He then changed the subject: "By the way, I already killed Angra Newman that day, why haven't I offered up Amaterasu yet?"

Upon hearing this, the gods of Fusang were immediately agitated.

Some hot-tempered deities even began to mutter curses.

Amaterasu Omikami is the most noble and sacred being in their hearts, a being that cannot be profaned.

Even if you, Tang Si, are a god-king of a vast alien god race, what do you mean by asking to take away our acting goddess-king the moment you open your mouth?
Izanagi's forehead seemed to be bulging with veins, and no matter how calm he pretended to be, he couldn't hide the chill in his voice.

“Angela Newman, that great traitor who murdered my noble son, though his physical body is gone, his spirit still roams the world of Fusang. Moreover, Amaterasu is my most beloved child, so let this matter not be mentioned again!” Izanagi stared coldly at Downs.

(End of this chapter)