Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 368 As expected, an unexpected event occurred.
Downs casually shared Odin's information with the core deities again.

Only Loki sighed, "Odin... he might be finished!"

None of those who can become core deities are idiots whose brains are all muscles.

Everyone can figure out what's going on as soon as they think about it.

Don't be fooled by the Aesir's feat of seizing the Thousand Islands by sending out a divine avatar. That was only because they caught the enemy off guard.

No qualified god-king would sit idly by and watch his subordinates be pointlessly slaughtered.

Odin probably knew about this as well.

As the one who knows Odin best, Loki knows best that Odin has a strong gambling instinct and always wants to obtain the greatest benefit at the lowest cost, which is Odin's Achilles' heel.

Despite being brothers, Odin has not learned a single thing from Towns: his ability to remain calm in the face of major events and to view problems with a detached perspective.

Loki guessed right.

Odin is really going crazy.

The series of victories had plunged the entire pantheon into a frenzied atmosphere, making them feel that the opposing Greek pantheon was nothing special.

Odin overturned the two minor pantheons of Polynesia and Hittite in one fell swoop, directly increasing the total size of the world by 55%, a result that greatly excited the gods under Odin's command.

"Haha! Your Majesty, the other side is really trash."

"If the so-called Greek pantheon is all of this caliber, then we really can..."

When they saw Odin, they immediately looked embarrassed.

Odin had a bad feeling.

Ultimately, he, as the God-King, is still an Outer God. Even if these ancient Mayan gods still submit to him, it doesn't mean that the fact that the Maya were destroyed by the Aesir has been completely forgotten. They might not have the guts to turn around and attack the world of Kinlunga, just as it doesn't mean they are willing to become Downs's subordinates.

If we can defeat the Greek pantheon, strengthen our world, and eventually reach a point where we can rival the Kingrengar or deter them from waging war, that would be fantastic.

As wise as Odin was, how could he not know that the risks would only increase if he continued to cut?
As a god-king from another realm, he doesn't always have the final say in everything.

He could only bitterly remind them: "It's normal for you to have ideas. I have ideas too. But endless greed will only lead us to destruction..."

Don't be fooled by the gods' obsequious nods; how many of them truly heeded Odin's words is a big question mark.

As the saying goes, every gift from heaven comes with a price tag attached to it.

Despite Odin's repeated caution, he couldn't stop the gods below from being too reckless.

[Go to the main body, grab more. Everything in this world is illusory, only things that can provide divine power are hard currency.] Driven by this idea, seeing that the next spatial rift was large enough, a god actually ignored Odin's prohibition and, together with a group of gods, descended into the Hittite world on the other side in their main body.

If nothing unexpected happens, it's about time something unexpected occurred.

What was supposed to be a pleasant hunt turned into a nightmare when the Mayan god Yom Kax was halfway through his pursuit when the sky suddenly turned dark.

The moment he looked up at the sky, a massive bronze sword, over a hundred meters long, tore through the chaotic vortex.

Armored in golden helmet and armor, the colossal Ares shattered the clouds with his boots and crashed down.

He was so dazzling that even the seams of his armor seemed to spew out a lava-like light.

With a deafening roar that shook the heavens and earth, a terrifying giant sword slashed down.

Within that absolute and pure immense power, countless phantom images of battlefields from throughout history appeared above the sword. This chilling and terrifying killing intent immediately reminded this unfortunate Mayan of the terror he had felt when suppressed by the Aesir.

Having grown accustomed to winning battles with ease, Yhorm panicked upon suddenly encountering a top-tier killing machine like Ares.

As a cloud god, he was not strong in combat, let alone in such a sudden and unexpected situation. He only managed to withstand one blow with his divine shield before Ares cleaved his neck in one strike with his backhand sword, and his golden blood turned into a torrential rain that washed over the battlefield.

Enraged, the rain god Chuck unleashed a torrent of emerald water that crashed into Ares's left arm shield. The seemingly ordinary golden shield emitted an exaggerated divine light, easily neutralizing the rain god's magic.

Without pausing, after decapitating Yhorm, Ares twisted and spun, his blade, imbued with supreme killing intent, cleaving through three layers of water curtains, tearing through the sky, and striking the Rain God's divine body. The highly concentrated divine power rain clouds surrounding Chuck exploded into a large patch of scarlet mist.

On his deathbed, Chuck attempted to detonate his divine power, but Ares brutally reached out with his left palm. Those fingers, even tougher than steel claws, actually pierced through Chuck's wound. Divine light shone from his palm, and an exaggerated burst of divine power erupted, shattering his spine first and instantly destroying Chuck's divine soul.

Just then, an obsidian dagger pierced Ares's armor under his left rib.

Feeling the sudden stop in his hand, Death Apuch's pupils contracted sharply—the fatal blow that should have pierced the heart was instead blocked by the bulging muscles.

terrible!

The opponent's divine body was so strong that it was an insurmountable wall of sighs for the Mayan gods!

"This level of intensity..."

They're comparable to those damned Asgardians!
Over there, Apche's sneak attack had clearly enraged Ares.

The Greek god of war let out a low growl like that of a chaotic beast, his bloodstained left hand crushing the attacker's wrist bone with a backhand, while his right hand, discarding his divine sword, grabbed the attacker's skull and even his entire upper body with an exaggeratedly large hand, slamming him violently to the ground.

Apche truly deserves the title of Mayan death god.

As the chief god who controls the death of mortals in 20 million miles of Lanka, he must have some skills.

During his fall, Apche managed to bypass Ares's divine power blockade and, at the last moment, replaced his original body with a dead clone.

"Boom!"

The earth shattered, and countless grains of sand and gravel shot into the sky. When the dust settled, Ares realized that his cunning opponent had escaped.

"cut!"

Ares's outburst was enough to give the Neo-Mayan gods the greatest spiritual shock.

In the blink of an eye, two of the three main gods were dead and one was injured.

Not to mention the other former Chaos Gods who were resurrected from Chaos.

Some weaker individuals, upon merely being glanced at by Ares, had their entire divine bodies begin to self-immolate.

Some even threw javelins at Ares, only to have them caught by Ares, who then retaliated by throwing them back, piercing their throats with his own javelin and pinning them to a cracked cliff.

"Hoo hoo! Haha! Wahahaha! Is that all? With this level of skill, you dare to declare war on the great Greek gods?"

Ares's maniacal laughter echoed endlessly in the shattered Hittite world.

Beneath his feet lay the still-warm bodies of several Neo-Mayan deities.

On this day, a total of eight true gods of the Neo-Mayan pantheon perished, and five divine avatars were destroyed, resulting in devastating losses.

The moment Odin received the message, all the gods were stunned.

(End of this chapter)