Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 342 The Fall of Izanami

Even more unsightly was Izanagi's expression.

During an internal meeting of the Fusang gods, he repeatedly emphasized, and even assured, that his own side was merely playing a minor role, launching a sneak attack from behind. The Aesir gods' primary target was undoubtedly the Hindu Trinity, who had come to their doorstep. Only this explanation could dispel the gods' concerns.

There's no way around it; the Fusang world, along with its many subsidiary worlds, is just that small.

When Izanami believed that the daily deaths of a thousand mortals would threaten her husband Izanagi, the daily natural and unnatural deaths in Kinrenga were measured in tens of thousands.

This is the difference in divine power brought about by the sheer size of the world.

If it really comes down to a head-on confrontation, the Fusang World would most likely lose to Kinlunga.

The two worlds now differ by tens of times in total elemental quantity, and their populations are estimated to be more than ten times different. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe the gods of Fusang as a "snake swallowing an elephant."

The amazing thing is that no one knows why Izanagi made the decision to betray her.

Towns didn't care why this guy was acting this way.

He gave up trying to understand the Japanese mindset before he even traveled through time.

There is only one thing he needs to do.

"kill--"

The powerful divine voice echoed endlessly throughout the Egyptian sky.

Beside Downs, or on the ground beneath his feet, countless burly Aesir gods, leading large numbers of gods, divine servants, and angels, marched in a mighty force towards the gods of Fusang.

Among the enormous figures were even some gigantic soul monsters whose size rivaled that of mountains. They formed an unstoppable divine torrent, which, in a counter-charge, stunned the gods of Fusang.

Of the eight million gods that Japan claimed, more than half had already perished in the battles against the Hindu pantheon.

Moreover, among these 'gods,' 99% are weak mountain spirits and monsters. These creatures, which are only good at scaring ignorant farmers, are no match for any being with extraordinary power.

However, the Aesir gods are extremely warlike, holding various competitions of all sizes every year. The God-King even released a large amount of free elemental energy in the world of Jinlunga to promote the advancement of mortals.

This overwhelming combination of quality and quantity made the battle one-sided from the very beginning.

If the power of the mortal realm is already like this, let alone the more elite Aesir gods.

Peren's golden warhammer, crackling with lightning, struck down, but froze for a moment before touching the naginata of Ōyamatsumi, the god of Mount Fusang. A deafening explosion erupted at the point of impact between the two divine weapons. After the brief clash, Ōyamatsumi, whose divine power should have been greater, suffered a severe blow. His naginata shattered instantly, and from the broken end of the sacred wooden staff, the essence of the earth clearly seeped out.

Given the opportunity and time, this divine weapon, nurtured by the earth for hundreds or thousands of years, might be reforged. But would Peren give his opponent that chance? With a backhand swing of his hammer, he killed Oyamazumi.

This is Izanagi's biological son.

If he was instantly killed, what about the lesser deities?

The Dark Mist God was melted away in a single encounter by the life-energy-filled [Anka] rune in Horus's hand.

The Heather God, wielding his divine weapon, spun around and slashed at Tyr from behind, severing three of Tyr's luminous hairs in a fit of rage. Tyr blocked the attack with his right arm scales. In response to the enemy's shameless sneak attack, Tyr let out a roar that shattered the heavens, and retaliated with a swift strike. Not only did the man instantly become half-god, but the desert beneath his feet was also cleaved into a chasm several miles long. The shattered sand poured into the chasm, burying the man's body without a trace.

Few of the Fusang gods could stand up to the Asaph.

Izanami can be considered one example. She thought her death power was silently attacking a beautiful and serene goddess with strange long purple hair. Just when she thought her hidden power could reach the goddess's throat, she discovered that a string of runes filled with dark energy had crystallized on the goddess's skin.

Izanami's heart skipped a beat—oh no, it's a fellow professional!
Scáthach smiled indifferently, but to Izanami, it was no different from a demon grinning and opening its mouth. For emanating from Scáthach was the power of the underworld, enough to terrify millions of wronged souls in the underworld.

Just as the illusion of the underworld behind Izanami was about to open, Scáthach's pair of wine-red eyes suddenly widened, telling it with a more profound and mysterious power—No! You don't want to!

Before Izanami could even spit out the vengeful spirits she had kept in hell, they were seemingly sealed away by the other party inexplicably.

The projection of the underworld, imprisoning 100,000 wronged souls, resembled a moving sand painting. The screaming souls inside were unable to break through the seal, let alone fight their way out and tear apart the mysterious purple-haired goddess of death before them.

"No—" Izanami screamed, shoving Scáthach and unleashing a torrent of putrid, acidic hellish substance. Simultaneously, a mountain of death, filled with skeletons and skulls, appeared.

Scáthach frowned, waved her left hand, and those disgusting things were continuously compressed under her divine power. The Mountain of Death opposite her was even squeezed and bulged into a twisted spire.

"Impossible!" Izanami's frantic roar, along with the deathly miasma swirling in her divine pupils, suddenly stopped.

She stared in disbelief at the spear piercing her chest.

Until she was shot, she didn't even know how the other person had stabbed her in the chest with a javelin.

"No, no, no!" she screamed, relentlessly urging the underworld maggots that were attached to her body, trying to corrode and devour the head of the powerful spear.

"Ridiculous. This is [Gungnir]!" Scáthach curled her lip in disdain.

Not to mention that the power of Gungnir has greatly increased now, even when it was still in Odin's hands, this top-level divine spear was not something that mere hellish maggots could mess with.

Scáthach twisted her right wrist in mid-air, and an illusory silver light representing the power of space burst forth from Izanami's body, with seven hundred and twenty spear beams piercing through her thin, decaying body.

"My dear, save me—" Although Izanami hated Izanagi to the core because of his abandonment years ago, and their marital relationship had once broken down, she couldn't care less about that in this life-or-death situation. After all, Izanagi was the only one who could save her.

She was disappointed, as expected.

It wasn't a question of whether Izanagi wanted to save her or not; it was that he simply didn't have the chance.

Izanagi, wielding the [Heavenly Spear], was completely overwhelmed by the vast divine light of a bunch of extremely exaggerated World Swords.

Watching Izanami's body, still struggling within the spatial laws, Scáthach sighed softly, "Destroy! Ugly goddess of the otherworldly underworld."

Scáthach suddenly used her divine power to draw out [Gungnir] from a distance. The next second, every part of Izanami's body was causing a new round of small-scale spatial collapse.

Within that shattered, collapsed divine body, the faint sounds of the final prayers of hundreds of thousands of believers could be heard from that murky vortex of the underworld.

(End of this chapter)