Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 86 The Strongest Giant on Earth is Mine (Part 2)
Hrungnir's first feeling was that a small hill was pressing down on his arm, but he felt that the force was okay.

He even had time to tease Towns: "Hahaha! Is this the power of the great Aesir God King? How funny!"

"Oh? Really? Then I'll start to push harder."

Hrungnir could no longer laugh. As Towns' strength increased further, this time it felt like a mountain collapsing. He had to muster all his strength to resist.

"Giant, are you convinced?"

"Dissatisfied!"

This time, the pressure from the flint stick caused every muscle and bone in Hrungnir's body to begin to make a "crackling" sound.

It feels like there are not one, but three mountains.

Even though Towns put so much pressure on him, when Towns asked him if he accepted it, he still shouted: "I don't accept it--"

Any bystander with a little bit of insight could see that Hrungnir was at the end of his strength.

"Then should I add some more?" Towns' relaxed voice seemed like countless whips, lashing the giant's metallic face until it felt hot.

This scene is too exaggerated.

Towns, who is six meters tall, pressed down a giant who is more than thirty meters tall and made him unable to move. It felt like a monkey crushing an elephant with a bamboo.

Such a huge visual contrast seems ridiculous at first glance, but it is even more fascinating upon closer inspection.

At this time, the audience began to cheer wildly for His Majesty the God King.

"Your Majesty is awesome!"

"My king is invincible!"

"Crush him! Beat him! Tear the mouth of this rude fellow!"

Under normal circumstances, Hrungnir would definitely teach these gossipers a lesson with his fist, which was twice as big as the carriage.

He was really pushed to the limit.

It seemed as if the power coming from was not a mountain, but the entire world of Jotunheim.

Even though Towns was obviously holding back and was only increasing the pressure ten tons at a time, Hrungnir still felt a sense of powerlessness that he had no chance of resisting.

The ground was shaking, and the tiles supporting the giant's feet were all crushed into powder. His legs were already sunk deep into the ground. Even the replica of the Golden Palace next door was shaking and creaking, and the ice prisms hanging on the eaves of the Golden Palace broke and fell down one after another.

It seemed as if this frozen fortress and palace would collapse at any time because it could not withstand the terrifying struggle between a man and a god.

The terrifying pressure from their competition spread out in all directions; even Odin's mortal servants were impressed and began to loudly praise the mighty name of the Æsir.

This scene made Odin’s face turn black: Can you please stop fighting in my house!
On this side, Hrungnir looked at the smile on Towns's lips and became more and more desperate.

The pressure from the opponent is increasing every second, and my body may collapse at any time.

How is this played?
Without waiting for Towns to ask for the third time, Hrungnir, who had been forced to kneel on one knee under pressure, shouted out of control: "I give up! I give up--"

The terrifying pressure that seemed to be able to crush the world of Jotunheim disappeared in an instant.

This sudden withdrawal of force caused the giant, who was still exerting force, to stumble and fall to the ground in a panic. He fell to the ground on all fours, as if kneeling before Towns.

"Oh oh oh——" His actions caused an uproar among the audience.

Well, I knelt even if I didn’t want to.

Hrungnir found that he had no other choice, so he just threw his big head forward and pressed his forehead against the cold ground: "Hrungnir surrenders! I leave my life to His Majesty, Dons."

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

Impressed?

This unruly giant actually gave in?
Your Majesty is too awesome, isn't he? For a moment, the noise of the audience reached the sky.

“Hahaha! Are you convinced? Are you convinced?”

"Sure enough, there is no barbarian that Your Majesty cannot conquer!"

"Long live His Majesty the Divine King—"

These voices made Hrungnir feel a little uncomfortable, but who can blame him for being overwhelmed by the situation?

At this moment, Towns walked up to the giant and said, "Lift your head."

The giant did as he was told, but he only dared to look up and not stand up.

"Hrungnir, you have nothing to be ashamed of. I also have half the blood of giants. We have a common ancestor. In the final analysis, you just lost to another giant. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Finally, congratulations, you have become a part of the great legend of the Aesir."

Towns doesn't have to say that.

It is a fact that he has giant blood, and pure-blooded Aesir may not like it that much. But for the giants, this is the reason why they are willing to surrender.

After all, the God King is one of us, so it's okay.

There were tears in Hrungnir's eyes: "I am willing to fight to the death for your majesty!"

There is no doubt that there are two levels of mentality from accepting one's fate to offering loyalty.

Odin felt very uncomfortable when he saw that Towns had captured the vanguard general he had been thinking about with just one move. He smacked his lips but couldn't say anything.

Who told him and his sons that they couldn't handle this big guy?

If you're already shaking your head and crying for help, don't expect Big Brother to leave anything for you.

On the surface, Odin still put on a warm face and stepped forward to congratulate: "Congratulations, big brother, you have gained another powerful general!"

Tang Si looked at this scoundrel indifferently and smiled politely: "This is a blessing for the entire Aesir clan, and a capable assistant in the face of dusk."

Odin, as long as you stay with us, it will be good for everyone.

This was how Towns warned his increasingly restless and foolish brother.

Odin nodded superficially: "Yes! We are brothers, there is no need to distinguish between us."

Downs raised his eyelids and said, "There may be more frost giants coming out of the glacier recently. You have to keep a close eye on them. I will send more giants to help you."

"Thank you, big brother!" Odin thanked him, but he hated him even more in his heart: I want a strong man like Hrungnir! Ordinary giants are useless!

After fighting for so many years, the Aesir all know that what determines the upper limit of a giant's strength is often not strength and physique, but agility and wisdom.

Those ordinary frost giants who are stupid and slow are only fit to be cannon fodder.

The ones who are really good at fighting are often female giants, who are generally smart, beautiful, and have higher upper limits.

For example, the giantess Skadi can now control a pack of frost wolves. These frost wolves are excellent breeds from the descendants of Fenrir, transformed by the Order Slate and able to obey her orders. Their shoulder height is generally more than two meters, and some can even reach four meters.

These frost wolves are more than capable of fighting against ordinary frost giants.

A giant like Hrungnir who is capable of fighting, carrying heavy loads and is also very intelligent is hard to come by.

Odin was envious.

But he couldn't envy it.

If he could have conquered this guy with force, he would have done it long ago.

It's just that he is useless!
I could only watch as Big Brother fished away the strongest giant on earth today.

(End of this chapter)