Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 138 Could you please perform again?

Living under the same sky, we rarely have the urge to explore how high the sky is or how big the earth is.

They will take everything for granted.

I don’t understand the meaning behind the sky being higher and the earth being wider.

Without Downs, if Odin tinkered with the world of Jinlunga, its size would be at least half of what it is now.

In the vast space of the world, how long is one meter, how wide is one square meter, and what kind of air is filled in the seemingly empty space? There are a lot of physical laws, or rules, hidden behind everything.

These were filled by Downs at the time.

Odin and Willy, who were completely unaware of the situation, might even think that all this was natural.

Little did they know that what Downs said about designing [Space] itself is the greatest fact in the world.

If the basic attribute of the [Kungurnir] thrown by Odin was not [Space] but [Fate], it might be a bit troublesome for Towns to take the shot.

Space!
That’s okay!

As a God King, it would be a shame if you were killed by the enemy using your own innate skills!

Besides, after Odin entered Chaos, he should never, ever habitually shoot Towns with this gun!
You, Odin, have already turned into Chaos. Isn't it the right thing for you to fight me with your huge and exaggerated body? Are you still habitually following the old fighting style and playing tricks that only the strong on the side of order can do?

Towns almost burst out laughing.

Of course, he wouldn't alert Odin.

Choosing Odin, who violated all laws of order, was equivalent to clearing the cause and effect of Downs. After the causal bond was lifted, in the eyes of the world's will, Odin could no longer be considered Downs's brother.

What Towns has to do, of course, is... beat up Odin!

"Shoot through this pathetic chaotic creature! [Sword of the Nine Realms]!" In the past, Downs would not have issued such a general task.

Before the magic sword had a sword soul, Tangs had to remotely control the magic sword. Not only did he have to inject powerful force into it, he also had to spend his mind and energy to guide the magic sword to fly at different speeds and at what angle to pierce the opponent's body.

The divine sword with the sword spirit is an existence of another dimension completely.

Towns pointed his right hand into the distance, and the first thing that shot out was the [Sword of Muspelheim] which housed the residual soul of the fire giant ancestor Surtur.

This flaming sword burst out with a violent momentum like a volcanic eruption, and the terrifying fire wave was a hundred meters high. Even Odin instinctively refused to take it head-on.

The Pegasus under his crotch flew with all eight legs together, and managed to make a circle in a very short time, barely avoiding the sea of fire.

Little did they know that creating distance was what Towns really wanted.

Following closely behind the first sword was the more secretive Sword of the Underworld, Helheim, which suddenly emerged from the shadow between the third and fourth legs on the left side of Sleipnir and stabbed towards Odin's waist from bottom to top like lightning.

Even though Odin dodged to the right at the critical moment, his left leg was still cut open with a horrible wound that was ten meters long and one meter deep.

Something even more unsettling happened to Odin: Logically speaking, with his body filled with the power of chaos, he should have a self-healing ability that theoretically had no upper limit.

But in fact, it's not!

The power of the underworld symbolizes the death of all things!
Death does not distinguish between chaos and order. For the concept of death itself, dead is dead.

There was such a huge scar that even the chaotic power in Odin's body thought it was a dead thing that was not worth saving.

Odin didn't have time to be surprised, because the third sword came again.

This time it was the standard Sword of Midgard. Odin pulled out a crudely made hammer from the bag on his horse's back, made by tying a circle of iron sheet to the top of a huge pine tree, and smashed it hard at the sword.

With a "clang", the sword was finally smashed away.

But at this time, the [Sword of Jotunheim] pierced Sleipnir's horse's butt.

The intense pain made the eight-legged Pegasus straighten its four hind legs, and the whole horse stood up on the spot.

This instinctive action put Odin in greater danger - the remaining five swords attacked Odin from all kinds of incredible angles. This method of attacking by the sword master hundreds of meters away and the flying swords attacking on their own made Odin appear flustered, and he once ignored the existence of Downs himself.

By the time Odin reacted, they were already a thousand meters apart.

It wasn't that Towns retreated without permission, Towns didn't move at all, it was just that Odin unknowingly moved away from the target when he was forced.

Odin can increase the distance, but it is not so easy to close the distance again.

Iceberg! Sea of fire! Fog! Death! Brilliance!

Divine swords of different attributes took turns harassing Odin.

Even though he was riding an eight-legged Pegasus, every step forward for Odin would cost him or his horse at least one wound.

However, each wound contained the terrifying power of order that he could not resolve in a short time. This kind of fighting style made Odin feel extremely aggrieved!

He and his mount roared and launched a bloody charge towards the enemy.

It seems heroic, but it is actually stupid.

Odin was furious when he thought that he had caused the distance between them to widen due to his loss of composure.

Odin roared in anger.

Just listening to his voice and feeling the momentum, it seems like he is the one with the upper hand.

Quite the opposite in fact!

Starting from the moment the Sword of Alfheim chopped off Sleipnir's right leg, the eight swords began to cut Odin and his horse into pieces.

After the sword spirits adapted to Odin's attack frequency and speed, their attacks became more and more unscrupulous.

As a result, several swords with sword souls cooperated with each other.

It is often the Sword of Fire that attracts Odin's attention, while the Sword of Hell and the Sword of the Sea launch a sneak attack. Once a strike is successful, the other swords such as the Sword of Ice and the Sword of Earth will expand the victory.

The only thing Towns had to do was to divert his attention to control those swords without sword souls.

The interesting thing is that his will is the highest. Although those sword spirits were all mortal enemies of Tangs when they were alive, after losing their own will, they followed their attack instincts and made attacks in coordination with Tangs' tactics.

After a few rounds, the eight-legged Pegasus turned back into a four-legged Pegasus again.

Unfortunately, all four legs on the right half were removed.

Odin rolled several times on the ground in great embarrassment as his mount fell. When he stood up again, the swords were already flying at him from all angles.

Odin relied on the powerful vitality given to him by the power of chaos to withstand the repeated bombardment of sword rain and quickly approached Towns.

close!

Closer!
In ten more steps, he would be able to smash the face he hated the most with a hammer.

Odin couldn't wait to see what the face of his abominable elder brother, the hateful King of Gods, would look like when he was beaten.

Five steps!

Three steps!

arrive!?
Just as Odin raised the mace in his hand high, a huge air shock wave hit his chest, knocking his huge body hundreds of meters away.

It was not until the dazed Odin got up that Downs' voice drifted over from afar: "Odin! You looked so handsome when you charged just now. This was probably the most courageous charge you have ever made in your life. Can I...can you perform it again?"

　The weather is too cold, so I won’t stay up late. I’ll post it together with the evening update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)