Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 44: The God King goes around and the whole clan ascends to heaven

As the God of Warner, who doesn’t have a few hidden tricks?

Some Vanir gods transformed into exaggerated giant flowers, avoiding the lethal damage at the cost of the withering of their petals due to their divine power; others transformed into giant octopuses and tried to survive by losing their limbs.

Logically speaking, these guys should be difficult to deal with.

But there are too many powerful Aesir gods here.

Heimdall and Tyr wielded their swords and killed the two Vanir gods who had just escaped death as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

And then again.

This time, after the first Vanir god died, he did not reveal some strange substitutes, but fell straight down in human form, covered in blood.

It was Loki who did it.

"Wow? He... is really dead?" Loki, holding a blood-stained giant battle axe, showed a funny expression. He blinked, with an innocent look as if the person he just killed was not a real god, but a pet rabbit.

"Yes." Gulveig, who was accompanying him, could not hide his sad expression: "Not every Vanir god is like me, storing a large number of substitutes to bear fatal injuries."

"Shameless!", "Bitch!", "Traitor!" Even though the Warner gods were in a panic, they still did not forget to angrily spit poisonous words at their own traitors.

Gulveig's face turned blue and her body trembled slightly. She did not attack, but said: "Ange, Maluka, the Vanir can't be the opponent of the Aesir. Just surrender."

The tolerant and kind Tyr did not forget to shout: "Surrender and you will not be killed!"

"I refuse!" These Vanir gods were arranged by Njord to guard the rear. They might not be strong, but they were loyal. They sent signals to urge friendly forces to support them while continuing to resist.

They were already fighting an air battle with Downs. Niold, who had lost his fourth life, saw the signal for help and became anxious, his eyes red. "Do the Aesir really want to kill us all?"

"Pfft!" Towns was amused. "I am dying of laughter! You were the ones who decided to declare war on the spur of the moment! Of course you can start a war, but whether to cease fire or how to cease fire is not up to you!"

"Hmph!" Niold stopped talking and transformed himself into a huge imaginary manta ray, raising a semi-transparent and semi-real imaginary wave that was hundreds of meters long and wide, and blasted towards Towns head-on.

Towns didn't even block. He simply used a large-scale Z-shaped maneuver and a light dodge to make Njord's ultimate move miss.

The attack missed, and the holy sword waiting for Njord turned into the ice-attributed [Sword of Jotunheim].

Niold had no choice but to use his crown to effectively block the sword.

The fourth life...falls!
Towns continued to chase, and Njord, who had finally caught his breath, continued to engage in a high-intensity elemental battle with Towns in extreme pain.

The fierce battle between the two gods in mid-air produced bright spots of light, emitting strong light. If the battlefield was still in Asgard, these spreading elemental turbulences would undoubtedly cause terrible destruction to everything around.

This is mid-air, so Towns can completely let go and beat his opponent.

Under such circumstances, Njord would not be able to spare any time to deal with Odin's commandos who were about to attack his lair.

This allowed Odin to easily deal with the Vanir gods and act according to the plan.

"I leave this to you." Odin looked at Heldram solemnly.

The 'white Æsir' showed his signature golden teeth: "Go with peace of mind, second uncle. Unless Njord himself comes, no one can take control of the Rainbow Bridge from me."

"Okay!" Odin won't hesitate.

When the gods of both sides are fighting fiercely, it takes strength to travel during off-peak hours.

...Middle world, Vanaheim.

The Queen of the Vanir and the Goddess of Fertility [Narcissus] crossed her fingers and clenched her fists, and together with the other gods who stayed behind, she looked up nervously at the sky where the continent of Asgard was occasionally emitting brilliant light.

The annoying stone-throwing finally stopped as the Aesir homeland came under attack.

The only thing those who stayed behind can do is wait.

A beautiful and sexy blonde goddess, wearing a long golden robe that reached the ground, came to the gentle and dignified goddess of abundance and asked affectionately, "Mother, will Father God win?"

"Freya, my most beautiful baby. Don't worry, he will win." Even though the Queen of Gods had an undisguised sadness on her face, she was still certain: "He must win!"

After two consecutive defeats, the Vanir gods had already cast a heavy shadow over their hearts. The feeling of being led by the enemy god king was terrible.

The Vanir have no way out.

A world wrapped in chaos cannot accommodate two independent races of gods.

Whether they like it or not, they always have to compete with each other, at least to determine who is the king and who is the big king.

Otherwise, no one will be convinced.

Just as they were looking forward to it, something unexpected happened!

An incredibly gorgeous rainbow cut through the night sky and came crashing down with a brilliant light that could be seen by the entire Warner World.

In the bright rainbow light that was enough to make people dizzy, several huge figures appeared and started killing people.

"Giants?!" The Vanir gods who stayed behind distorted their voices because of fear.

Occasionally, giants would wake up from the ice and go directly to Asgard to cause trouble for the Aesir. But any giant who lived for a long time must be from the Aesir.

The bright bronze armor on them is the best proof of this.

For the Vanir, these giant beasts are difficult enough to deal with, let alone those that are armed to the teeth.

The first to rush out were naturally the family of Aunt and Uncle Downs, in addition to them, there were also Loki's two brothers, Helbrindi and Ballester.

These four giants wielded huge special maces, and every blow from them was bound to cause a bloody storm.

The mortal guards who followed the Vanir were like stick figures, and were knocked away by a stick. Their bodies were folded in various strange ways in mid-air. They were dead before their bodies even hit the ground.

"Use magic against them!" The Vanir god spoke, but before he could finish his words, his life was ended by a spear that crossed the night sky.

Using [Kungunir] to deal with such a high intensity of battle is like an adult killing a kindergartener.

"Be careful, that guy is powerful!" Before the other Warner god could finish his words, he felt a pain in his back and lost his life.

Loki, wearing a dark green robe, had time to press his collar which was messed up by the wind and smiled mischievously: "Am I not powerful, Loki?"

Today, Loki’s combat power is definitely not among the top five among the Aesir, but in front of these third-rate Vanir gods who stayed behind, he is like a god of war.

He raised his head and swung his sword, lowered his head and chopped back, turned around and swept across, in each deliberately frozen and graceful movement, the lives of those Vanir gods were rapidly diminishing.

(End of this chapter)