Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 378: Cutting the Back Row
Unlike the Aesir, the Greek pantheon has a much larger number of gods.

Zeus became the king of the gods by overthrowing the rule of his father Cronus, who cruelly took power by cutting off the penis of Zeus's grandfather Uranus.

The whole family is characterized by 'kind father and filial son,' and 'harmonious siblings.'

In this situation, Zeus might not even trust his own children, let alone give the outer gods a chance to rise to power. Therefore, the outer gods and the mortals of the conquered world were destined to become slaves.

Athena's mobilization order was not only aimed at Greek mortal heroes who wanted to rise to prominence, but also at a large number of slave warriors who were originally heroes.

The arrival of thousands of ordinary people with or who had been heroes in the Hittite world directly escalated the intensity of this low-level war by several levels.

Every quarter hour, a new, unknown hero would be born. These Greeks, carrying the heads of otherworldly heroes, would naturally be cheered by the local garrison and people as they stepped out of the spatial cavity. The otherworldly armor they had seized was the envy of everyone, and many important figures came over, hoping to buy a set of the otherworldly armor and weapons.

Unfortunately, such lucky individuals are few and far between.

Many more Greek warriors, or warriors from subordinate worlds who prayed to defeat the warriors from the outer realms and escape their slavery, vanished silently into the Hittite world along with vast swathes of space.

The situation here was not only being monitored by Athena herself, but also by a large number of priests and believers who were reporting the situation firsthand to her.

“Great goddess! The enemy’s armor and equipment are indeed stronger and sharper than ours. But the good news is that some of the finest armor we captured has been exorcised and is now usable. May the goddess grant us her favor…” The speaker was Agamemnon, King of Mycenae, son of Atreus, who was originally supposed to be the commander of the Greek coalition in the Trojan War.

In this life, he did not have a feud with Artemis, the goddess of the hunt. With his bravery, he naturally gained the favor of the gods easily.

Athena glanced at him and casually bestowed her blessing.

The so-called exorcism was nothing more than erasing the divine magic the other party originally possessed. The blessing the original owner of the armor received was clearly bestowed by a priest of a third-rate deity.

It's very easy to handle.

Athena was worried about something else entirely—the fact that the mysterious Aesir could equip third-rate heroes with such powerful armor and weapons was definitely not good news.

Even if the strongest among the Greeks could easily suppress their opponents through divine magic or divine blood, those who fell to the level of mortal warriors would likely be utterly defeated.

Heroes don't just appear out of nowhere.

To put it bluntly, these are a large number of promising ordinary people who have been selected through trials of blood and fire before heroes emerge.

If too many mortal warriors sacrifice themselves, the number of new heroes will also decrease drastically.

Athena frowned.

She naturally recalled how she had used the advantages of the Greek coalition to massively suppress the Sri Lankan world a while ago.

At this moment, just as at that moment.

The only difference is that last time the Greeks were the ones who suppressed the other side, but this time the Greeks are the ones who are suppressed.

The roles of victim and perpetrator have been completely reversed.

Athena contacted Helios, the sun god: "How long can this spatial rift last?"

Helios hesitated for a moment: "I'll cross the central axis of the sky about seven times."

That's seven days!
"Thank you."

While Athena was actively dealing with the invasion of mortal heroes from the Aesir, Downs became bored.

In the main hall of the Silver Palace, thousands of mental projection images float.

Whether it's Downs lazily sitting on the throne of the God Emperor, or the Asgardian who came specifically to watch the battle, as long as they focus their divine thoughts on a certain scene, they can enter a spatial cavity from a third-person perspective and watch the duel between mortal heroes at extremely close range.

Listening to the heavy breathing of the heroes on both sides and their heart-stirring shouts, coupled with the feeling of swords clashing and blood pumping, honestly, this sense of presence is no more exciting or thrilling than that of the audience at the Roman Colosseum.

"Yes, yes, that's it! Kill him!" "Go! Beowulf!"

"I believe in you, Siegfried!"

Even though Thor and his group of tough guys couldn't go on stage themselves, they still had a blast being 'front-row' spectators.

Even on ordinary days, they would often go to Valhalla to watch the duels of the heroes.

After seeing too many of these, it gets a bit boring.

It's not that the Heroic Spirits fought poorly, but rather that they've watched so many that they can recite the fighting styles and attack techniques of each Heroic Spirit by heart.

Heroic spirits do not truly die.

This also diminishes the excitement of a decisive victory or a comeback from adversity.

What could be more exciting than this kind of cross-disciplinary real-life duel?

Don't be fooled by the aloofness of these Aesir gods, who seem to find amusement in mortal heroes. To truly gain their favor, one might be bestowed with divine artifacts, or even made a follower of the gods.

Therefore, Towns was happy to see Thor and his men making a ruckus in the Silver Palace.

Thor and his team were just watching the spectacle and choosing their subordinates, while Towns had a completely different perspective.

The attacks by the Asgardian heroes over the past few days have resulted in the seizure of nearly 10,000 square kilometers of territory, along with the four elemental beings and some mortals. This is a remarkable achievement for them.

For a god-emperor, this is merely an increase in resources, numbered to an unknown decimal place.

Rather than such mundane, ordinary scrambles, Towns would prefer to see a recreation of a classic or mythological story.

Even though both the Aesir and the Greek pantheon placed an outpost world in front of the spatial rift to block the attack of the other's spatial cavities to the greatest extent possible, a small number of spatial cavities still managed to bypass the obstruction and attack the Greek world behind it.

This is where Towns' biggest interest lies.

Both pantheons wage war through proxies, which certainly helps them avoid direct attacks. However, the actual fighting feels like scratching an itch through a boot.

Human or god.

Double standards are inevitable.

Who doesn't like the feeling of 'I can hit you, but you can't hit me'?

As the "God of the Sky," Downs has even greater means to manipulate spatial cavities.

A few days ago, he launched some of the boldest guys over there.

"Judging by the time, we should be arriving soon."

……

The Greek world.

Legend has it that far, far away on the Black Sea coast, there is a place called Colchis (present-day Caucasus region), where a priceless treasure—the Golden Fleece—lies. Countless heroes and warriors have embarked on perilous journeys to obtain it, but none have succeeded. Many have perished on their long journeys without even catching a glimpse of the treasure.

With the help of Athena, the goddess of wisdom, Argonaut, the finest shipwright of Greece, built a great ship for the hero Jason. Constructed from wood that would never rot in the sea, the ship was adorned with intricate carvings and paintings, further highlighting the heroes' spirited demeanor. It could accommodate fifty oarsmen and was named "Argonaut," meaning "swift ship," after its builder. It is said to be the first large ship the Greeks ever sailed out to sea.

Time has passed, the ship remains, but things have changed.

(End of this chapter)