Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 130 [Fimbulwinter]

Chapter 130 [Fimbulwinter]

With grain in hand, don't panic in my heart.

Even if the harvest fails this autumn, there is no need to worry about going hungry.

Previously, when the God-King Tangs issued an imperial decree to force all mortal kingdoms to hand over food, the mortal kings accepted their fate and regarded it as a tax levied by Asgard on them.

Who would have thought that His Majesty the God King really stored the food for them?
In this era, it is a great achievement for ordinary wheat to last for two or three years.

When wheat is ground into flour, it can be stored for a long time in a cool environment.

With this flour, mortals can make pancakes.

Those lousy rye pancakes sure taste bad, but this is real food.

Hunger can easily lead to everyone being insecure and extremely selfish.

On the contrary, with food and faith, the kings of the mortal world would not dare to stir up trouble under the eyes of the God King no matter how desperate they were. Especially when the God King once again proved his wisdom.

Even so, even if we encounter the famous [Fimbulwinter], let alone a mere three years, with the existing preparations, we can withstand even five years!

Of course, Towns would not allow this cold winter, which was obviously caused by a certain God of Winter, to spread endlessly.

He sent out Skadi, the goddess of the north wind, and Tyr as her guard, to the Iron Forest together.

"I have only one order - this is not a punishment from the will of the world, this is just the arbitrary act of a certain god. All you have to do is to minimize this disaster!"

Although they didn't understand why Odin would do such a heinous act, Skadi and Tyr did it anyway.

Skadi was just outside Jotunheim, directing all the cold winds from this frost giant kingdom into the void outside Midgard and Vanaheim.

Tang Si, sitting on the throne of the God King in the Silver Palace, looked at the hall that looked like the winter frost and fell into deep thought.

Is this the epic Fimbulwinter?

Yes, it is not!
Ragnarok begins with the killing of Balder by Hoder and the murder of his own son by Odin, which represents the collapse of order caused by the fratricide among the gods.

Odin, as the King of Gods, took the lead in destroying the world order, which of course had the greatest impact on the world.

In this life, Odin poisoned Willy. Firstly, Willy was in a "like-dead" state, and secondly, Odin was the second-in-command and committed the parricide. The disruption to order was certainly not as severe as if the king of gods had taken the lead.

The world also punishes parricide, but the level of punishment is definitely lower.

The world will reacts slowly. After it has carefully considered the situation, it will realize who is truly leading the way in destroying order.

Downs estimated that this life's [Fimbulwinter] would be cold for a year at most.

Please, it’s not Towns, the foreign godson, who is causing trouble now, but your own son Odin who is going crazy!

Unfortunately, several mortal worlds still have to suffer before the world's will react.

Regardless, after the cold winter affected both worlds, Towns clearly saw that the power of his two swords had dropped by at least 20%.

……

Jotunheim, the Pseudo-Golden Palace.

"Not enough! Not enough! Far from enough!" Odin was hysterical and angry: "This level of chaos is far from enough to make up for the gap between me and Towns!"

Odin smashed everything within reach, which made Bragi, the god of poetry who was carefully serving beside him, tremble.

Braki actually wanted to persuade his father to stop. If he continued like this and destroyed the Nine Realms, the world's order might no longer exist and it would become a chaotic world.

Is it worth celebrating to obtain the throne of God King in such a messed up world?
Braki wanted to persuade them but didn't dare to, so he just stood there in a daze. The god of vengeance, Vali, stepped forward and said, "Father, I can feel that there are a group of souls eager for revenge."

"Spirit of Vengeance? Whose?"

"Giant's!" Wally said confidently, "If your death spell is strong enough, you can definitely resurrect them and send them to Helheim to wreak havoc!"

"Good idea!" Odin nodded excitedly.

No one knows better than him, the King of Jotunheim, how many rebellious frost giants have been killed over the years.

If it weren't for the cleansing strategy that Downs has been implementing, there would be no problem in establishing a country ruled by giants in Jotunheim.

Half a day later, dark clouds of death covered the sky over several ancient battlefields of Jotunheim.

Restless souls wander among these permafrost graveyards.

Odin's understanding of Death has always been online, but out of obedience to the privileges of the God-King, Odin did not dare to develop his divine power in this area.

When disaster was imminent, Odin didn't care about so many things. As he chanted the relevant Runas spell, one after another the giant zombies with frozen bodies broke through the frozen soil of the ancient battlefield and crawled up.

As time passed, the souls of many frost giants have become incomplete. It was the pure rage of revenge that turned them into earthbound spirits. And because of the long time, they died before Hela became the god of death.

Finally, today, these black households in the spiritual world have become a huge trouble for Hela.

When these powerful souls brought their frozen corpses into the territory of Helheim, the entire underworld fell into widespread chaos.

A large number of Fenrir's descendants suddenly appeared and attacked the heart of Midgard.

Another three days passed, and the fire giant, who had been silent for who knows how many years, also raised the flag of rebellion.

At this point, the eight worlds except Asgard have all fallen into varying degrees of chaos and loss of control.

Downs, who was in charge of Asgard, clearly felt the decline of the power of the eight swords.

“It’s really interesting how recession can be different from recession!”

The sword of the nine realms, the sword of the nine tripods.

The world will no longer exist, and neither will the sword.

Under normal circumstances, as Tangs' control over one of the Nine Realms weakens, the power of the Sword of the Nine Realms should also weaken proportionally.

Tang Si was pleasantly surprised to find that the Sword of Nine Realms with sword spirit could actually ensure that the lower limit of the sword's power would not be too low, and would generally not be less than 50%.

In comparison, the Sword of Stavalheim without the sword spirit is now only 20% of its peak power.

"It seems that killing so many blind guys over the years is of some use." Tang Si smiled: "Now that the stage called "Ragnarok" has been set, my stupid brother! When will you, the villain protagonist, appear on the stage?"

At the same time, in the fake Golden Palace.

Odin's wild laughter kept echoing in this magnificent palace.

"It's done! It's done! The anti-Asgard alliance is officially formed! Hahaha! My dear brother, how does it feel to have your power declining? Don't worry, it won't be long before I come to visit you in person. Hahaha!"

Now Odin has a new throne.

His old small chair could no longer accommodate his body that had absorbed the power of chaos.

Mimir shook his head and sighed: If you want to destroy it, you must first make it crazy. Odin... If you do this, even if you succeed, you will only get a world destroyed by chaos!

(End of this chapter)

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