Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 55: The Sea Dries Up! The God King Falls!
Vanaheim, a snowstorm came so suddenly.

The sun in the sky was instantly blocked by dark clouds, and the last ray of sunlight was taken away from the sky above Vanaheim by a cold force.

At that moment, the entire Sea God Temple and even the island named Vanir Island fell into complete silence. Not to mention the mortals, even the Vanir Gods stared blankly at the sky.

The ice and snow across the sky were clearly from the hands of a true god. The sudden whistling of the north wind sounded surprisingly familiar - phantom images appeared in the wind, and each image was Odin, the one-eyed dragon.

His wild laughter of satisfaction for revenge blended with the sound of the arrogant wind.

When the cold light of the ice storm swept across the entire sky, no Warner god could fail to react.

They were horrified to find that the lines of law they controlled lost connection as the water vapor in the atmosphere was transformed into ice.

Correct!
In the world of Jinlunga, the same water, when transformed into ice, becomes another realm of divine duty.

The sad thing is that most of the Vanir gods' duties are strongly related to the ocean.

It looked as if their divine powers were also frozen into solid snowflakes, and were wantonly thrown away and scattered by Odin, the God of Winter, who was in control of everything in the sky above their heads.

The expressions on their facial muscles were still frozen with the surprise of the last moment, but their once warm hearts had turned completely cold as the sea dried up and the cold winter came suddenly.

They cast their last hopeful glances at their boss, Njord.

What you get is naturally deeper despair.

Njord's big bald head reflected the icy color of Warner World.

He felt a deep sense of despair rising from the depths of his heart, a feeling of extreme powerlessness.

He is so difficult!

If it was that idiot Odin, perhaps he would still have the confidence that even if he couldn't win, he could still achieve a good result and let the Vanir truly take root in this Kinlunga world.

He had no way to deal with Towns.

Every moment and every second after his subordinates were rescued by Downs, his heart was filled with tension, fatigue and anxiety.

It was as if there was a noose of despair around his neck, and he could only rely on the last bit of ground to support his body so as not to be strangled by his own weight.

After the sea dried up, his heart finally died.

Regret was like a hundred thousand steel needles piercing every pore of his body.

To be honest, he was slightly moved when Towns asked him to be the third player.

His reason told him that this might be a good outcome.

His damn God-King arrogance made his feelings refuse to compromise.

In fact, he began to regret it the moment he made the decision.

His fear of Downs's magical powers grew day by day, and he could only mechanically tell his men that "That guy Downs is just bragging."

boast?

Could it be that the one blowing is the cow Odembula?

Njord finally panicked: "Frey! Frey! Contact your sister quickly! Ask her to tell His Majesty the God King that we, the Vanir, are willing to merge with the Aesir."

Frey held a third-rate divine sword and opened and closed his mouth in a hollow voice: "Father God, it seems we are too late."

Just a minute ago, Downs on the reviewing stand said: "The fate of Njord is left to Odin to decide. The rest of the Vanir gods, except Frey, who refuse to surrender - kill!"

When several [Nine Realm Swords] were thrown in front of his sons, the swaying blades aroused their maximum enthusiasm. The army of the Aesir turned into an indestructible and terrifying torrent, rushing down the Rainbow Bridge.

This can hardly be called a war, more like a massacre!

The tidal wave that had once stranded the Aesir armies was long gone.

The Seagod Temple, with nine-tenths of its divine power gone, wailed in agony under the successive bombardments of several [Swords of the Nine Realms].

As the weak protective shield of the temple was easily punctured like a soap bubble, this temple, which was originally going to be the foundation of the Vanir clan, immediately became a vulnerable mortal object.

The Vanir gods' pleas for mercy soon turned into wails.

So what if they have more substitutes?

In the face of absolute strength, having multiple lives becomes a form of torture, because the Aesir and the giants will do whatever it takes to finish them off, chopping their bodies cruelly into pieces to prove that they are truly dead and fallen.

Njord retreated repeatedly with a gloomy face. He took a last look at his queen of gods and daughters, but ultimately he could not bring himself to kill his wife and daughters first.

Just when he made up his mind to turn around and run away, leaving the Jinlunga world, even if it meant escaping to the chaotic space, he didn't expect a cold light to cut through the sky, tearing the space apart, accurately hitting his back, and passing through his chest on the spot.

"Ah——" He knew it was Odin who did it without looking back.

He tried to create countless water element clones, but with his divine power greatly reduced, he could only create a pitiful eighteen clones.

The next moment, [Kungunir] flew back, as nimbly as an embroidery needle moving through fabric.

All clones were blown up!

Njord screamed, fell to the ground, twisting his body on the ground in great pain and embarrassment, but he was unable to move even half a meter.

He was nailed to the ground by the magic spear!

Several loyal servants of the gods bravely rushed forward, trying to stop the terrible one-eyed Aesir god opposite.

A few cold rays flashed, and Odin casually used the Sword of Jotunheim to kill those Vanir gods.

"Old turtle, are you finally willing to come out of your shell?" Odin grinned.

Njord spit out blood and stretched out his right hand: "No! Odin, you can't kill me. I have communicated with the will of the world, it needs me. And I can be your servant!"

"The despicable fellow doesn't deserve to live." The young Aesir sneered cruelly. He had fantasized more than once about defeating the Njord in an open duel, gaining the Vanir as his new tribe, and no longer having to look at his elder brother's face. But all his ambitions were shattered by this despicable, greedy, sinister and arrogant Vanir leader.

The contempt of his fellow countrymen and the scorn of the giants all turned into Odin's anger.

Odin has always been known for his lack of martial ethics, not to mention that he now has a reputation for being righteous.

He didn't even want to use his eldest brother's sword to carry out the final execution, so he took back the Sword of Jotunheim.

After saying this, Odin stepped on Njord's shoulder, drew out Kungunir, and shot at the top of his head, piercing the skull of the Vanir God King.

At this moment, the long-dried seabed shook violently.

The entire Jinlunga world let out a silent sigh.

Standing on the top of the western cliff of Asgard, Downs calmly watched the two old Yin gods at the god-king level fighting each other from beginning to end.

After listening to the lament of the world will, Tang Si said silently in his heart: My foolish brother! You killed Niold with your own hands, and you have to bear all the consequences.

(End of this chapter)