Foolish Brother Odin

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Shuros is dead.

He died somewhat unjustly.

It's not that unfair.

Equipment itself is part of strength.

In this universe of gods, where a single set of fine armor is equivalent to a house before Downs' transmigration, every suit of armor seen on the battlefield is a family heirloom.

Some family heirlooms are more valuable than others'.

The weaker the divine power of a demigod or mortal, the less suspense there is in the outcome of the duel when faced with such an unsolvable gap in equipment.

Shuroth is not an isolated case; almost all Greek heroes pulled into the spatial cavity for battle face an absolute disadvantage in terms of equipment.

The reason bronze swords could only be made into wide and short Greek daggers was because bronze was too soft. If they were made longer, or if the user used too much force, the sword would break on its own.

That's how outrageous the bronze sword is.

Now look what's happened! The heroes from the Jinlunga world are showing no martial ethics and just going straight for steel weapons. This is practically a game-changer.

Any hero who has even a slight skill in using divine magic, or who has some bloodline of the Aesir giants, can basically kill someone with a single sword strike.

It was the kind of battle where the Greeks, armed with weapons, were cleaved in two by the Assassins, armor and shields included.

Only the more powerful Greek heroes were able to contend with the heroes of the Aesir.

"Damn it!" the great Greek hero Odysseus cursed as he struck.

Odysseus was no ordinary hero. As the king of Ithaca, he was originally destined to contribute the Trojan Horse strategy in the famous Trojan War. Moreover, as a hero who survived the Trojan War, which claimed the lives of many second-generation gods, his strength was definitely among the top mortals in Greek mythology.

At this point in time, he doesn't seem to have offended Poseidon as in the myths, and he can still feel the sea god's blessing.

At this moment, he was dodging repeatedly, facing constant danger.

Just as he dodged the long spear from the other side, another short spear thrust out from another tricky angle.

This knight who calls himself Diarmuid is not only incredibly powerful, but he also wields his two guns with the speed and agility of a storm.

Odysseus had no idea how that trashy world of Sri Lanka could produce such ferocious heroes.

The key point is that Diarmuid's skin isn't dark! He doesn't look like those dark-skinned Dalits at all.

Odysseus's spear clashed with Diarmuid's lance, unleashing a blinding white light, and the ground within a radius of tens of meters collapsed with a deafening roar.

The emerald embedded in the shaft below the spearhead suddenly shone brightly, and the divine power surging from it barely maintained the shaft, preventing it from being cleaved in two by the opponent's forged steel spearhead.

Odysseus could no longer contain himself. He quickly discarded the half-broken shield in his left hand, pulled it back, and tore off the seashell necklace around his neck. A gigantic phantom wave emerged from the void, and salty water vapor and holy flames evaporated into a sky-covering mist in mid-air.

The wave, imbued with the power of Poseidon, ultimately forced Diarmuid to retreat.

"Hmph!" Diarmuid spat.

The opponent's playing style was very unfair.

After all, this is an external force.

Out of loyalty, he couldn't switch allegiance to King Arthur, nor could he side with the Danu. The impoverished Diarmuid was the kind of knight with no powerful backing.

This allowed Odysseus to escape death.

The great battle ended in a draw.

Odysseus was stunned when he emerged from the arena within the spatial cavity.

The environment around the military camp he was familiar with had been completely changed, as if many spatial demons had chewed up the surrounding world, leaving it pitted and uneven.

Two-thirds of the massive military camp fence was missing, and the wooden edges had rounded cuts. The pond outside the camp was gone, replaced by a bottomless pit.

The forest looked as if it had been burned by a demonic dragon; half of the forest had disappeared, leaving only barren yellow earth.

Upon seeing Odysseus appear, the Greek soldiers finally found their leader and ran to report to him.

It was more like crying than a report.

"Lord Xuros has been killed in battle."

"Nelote, Lord Amapé has gone missing."

"besides……"

The soldiers rattled off a long list of names, all of them heroes from the Greek coalition.

Of course, some names left a significant mark on mythology, while others were known only to a small number of Greeks.

In any case, Odysseus was no stranger to this tactic of using spatial cavities to seize territory—using a massive number of mortal heroes to quickly kill the opponent's heroes and plunder a large number of elemental and mortal slaves in the duels.

This was how they had previously dealt with the Neo-Mayan pantheon, which included Odin.

"I never expected... that what those séances said was actually true."

As a mortal king with a closer relationship to the Greek gods, Odysseus knew more inside information than most people.

He had also participated in the battle that defeated the new Mayan pantheon of the Sri Lankan world. Afterwards, he learned from the oracle that behind Odin, the new Mayan god-king, there was a very powerful and vast pantheon, and they were merely the vanguard.

Another version of the story in the Neo-Mayan pantheon is that Odin was lying and that no Aesir gods would come to their rescue.

Now it seems that is not the case.

Odysseus and his companions swept across the entire world of Lilanca, and they knew very well that the mortal heroes there used bronze equipment just like them.

After asking a few of the lucky survivors, he learned that these Dalits were completely different from the newly arrived, well-equipped group.

Whether it's fighting spirit, combat skills, equipment, or even divine power, the new batch of guys are more than two levels stronger.

"Trouble!"

In just the first wave of fighting, the Greek coalition suffered heavy losses.

The battles on the mortal level were quickly reported to the Greek gods through various priests.

Ares, the god of war, dismissed this, but Athena immediately gave it the highest level of attention.

Her clone arrived at the dark and bloody hell of Tartarus in the Greek world. Suppressing the unpleasantness of being watched by the Hundred-Handed Giants, she passed through a series of huge bronze walls and divine gates personally built by the sea god Poseidon, and finally arrived at the depths.

In the past, Athena didn't even have the right to come here.

This place is where the defeated Titans of the Titanomachy are imprisoned, as well as Cronus, the second-generation god-king who was overthrown and ruled by Zeus.

Fortunately, Athena wasn't qualified to go to the deepest prison either. In the next level of prison, through the bars filled with the stench of blood and terror, she saw Odin, the otherworldly god-king, chained to his death by divine shackles.

"Pfft! Let me guess. The 'invincible' Greek pantheon has run into a little trouble. Did your mortal heroes get a good beating? Or have a large number of your gods been killed?" Odin, covered in wounds, blinked, a smile of amusement and mockery on his face.

Athena was silent for a moment: "..."

"It's such a pity that it was just some unfortunate Greek mortal heroes who suffered."

Tell me about your brother, the God Emperor.

Odin's face was full of slyness: "No comment!"

(End of this chapter)