Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 141 Mammoth
"Woo——" Odin let out a muffled groan.

His only remaining eye bulged out.

This seemed like a replica of the scene nearly a month ago when Towns came to kill him. It was another heavy sword. Under the fierce power of the heavy sword, Odin couldn't move at all.

Even though Odin tried his best to unleash greater absolute power to overturn the extremely heavy sword, the harder he tried, the heavier the weight of the sword became.

it is ridiculous!

Before throwing Chaos, he was pinned down by the sword and couldn't move.

After throwing Chaos, he was still pinned down by the sword and unable to move.

Didn’t he invest in Chaos in vain?

“How… is… possible…” The veins on Odin’s neck were exposed, but he was unable to break free. The roots of the damn world tree kept piercing his flesh and sucking his blood.

"Father——" At this moment, the dark god Hoder came to kill him.

As a blind man and an extremely introverted god, Hoder's loyalty to Odin is absolute!

He was also baptized by the power of chaos and became huge. He used his extremely thick back to take a heavy blow from Balder, the god of light, and then threw a heavy blow towards Odin.

"Wow--" The dark storm swept in, corroding the roots of the world trees. It made them retreat underground as if they were electrocuted, and even slightly affected Tang Si's telepathic control.

This gave Odin a chance to strike back.

"Ahhh!" Odin exerted force with both hands, and his huge biceps swelled like a hill. With all his strength, he actually threw the [Sword of Stavalheim] away with a wrestling move!
Odin shouted, "Use whatever means you have left! Downs!"

"Very good! Very energetic!" While mobilizing other divine swords to bombard Odin, Towns glanced into the distance.

Sure enough, we can't expect to win every small battlefield.

Jörmungandr and Thor won. In the duel between the hellhounds and the Sun Wolf, the hellhound Garm was at a disadvantage, and many parts of his flesh were torn off by the faster and more powerful Skul.

If Hela hadn't taken sides and used some death magic from time to time to support Garm's flesh and blood regeneration and physical recovery, Garm might have been defeated.

On the other side, the duel between Tilgar Vidal and Nidhogg does not seem to be able to end in a short time.

The stalemate between these two places means that Towns will not be able to obtain the sword soul of the last Sword of Niflheim.

In fact, either Skul or Nidhogg, the two most ferocious beasts, can be used as a sword spirit.

Looking further away, on that battlefield that was more like a mortal war than a war between gods, the Order Alliance clearly had a certain advantage.

The Frost Giant King Frim was shot in the thigh by an arrow from the recovered Yoel, and fell off his mount. Forced to fight the enemy on land, Frim had a fierce but brief battle with Heimdall who arrived.

In the end, Heimdall was beheaded by Frim at the cost of being hit in the lower abdomen by a hammer.

Something unexpected happened to the gods. When Heimdall held Frim's head high, the rebellious frost giants were not afraid. Instead, they were completely enraged and launched a tidal attack on the Aesir.

During this war, a small episode occurred:

"Eden?!"

"Braki?!"

This divine couple originally chose different camps.

When Bragi, the god of poetry who had no chaotic aura, met Iden, the goddess of youth in military uniform, Bragi was stunned: "Iden! Why are you on the battlefield too?"

"Asshole! It's all your crazy father's fault! As a member of the Aesir, fighting is my honor!"

"I……"

"Since you are standing in front of me, you should be prepared to face my wrath!" Iden raised his sword and slashed at Braki. The God of Poetry, who was always timid, made a very clumsy response. He raised his shield to block Iden's sword and then tried to take the sword away.

His movements were too slow, and he had no idea of the fighting power of this kind goddess who was always nice to everyone. Eden flipped his wrist, deflected the sword, and knocked Bragi's sword away.

This is not over yet!

Eden suddenly grabbed the collar of Bragi's armor with his left hand, stuck the sword into the ground with his right hand, and slapped him repeatedly.

"Crack crack!"

A slap in the face.

"Idiot! Bastard! Stupid! Is it so good to turn into a monster? Why don't you turn me into a six-headed monster too?" Eden cursed while beating me.

Braki was completely stunned by how terrifying it was that the God of Honesty could be when he got angry.

"Stop it! Honey, stop it!"

"Shut up! Who is your dear!"

"I...I surrender!"

"Where's your Chaos Power? Why don't you grow taller and bigger?"

"I, I'm not used to the power of chaos. I vomited after absorbing a little. My father has given up on me." Braki said with a sad face.

"Well then! Stand up, take your sword and follow me to chop down the Chaos Giants! Afterwards, I will risk my life to ask His Majesty the God King to spare your life."

"Ah, this..."

"Idiot! Do you think your crazy father can still win?" Eden pointed into the distance.

Braki was dumbfounded.

Two of the absurdly powerful beasts that his father Odin boasted about were already dead. And Odin himself was beaten up by his good brother in various ways, with seven or eight swords flying back and forth in the air, leaving more scars on Odin's body each time, and large chunks of chaotic flesh were cut off.

If Odin did not possess extremely strong self-healing abilities, he would have completely lost this battle between kings.

Braki was so discouraged that he finally nodded and replied quietly, "Okay."

Eden was overjoyed and shouted: "The rebellious god of poetry, Bragi, has recognized his mistakes, put things right, and returned to the service of His Majesty the God King, Dons!"

This shout shocked the nearby Aesir gods, who felt a strange sense of absurdity.

But when they saw the bruised and battered Braki and the ferocious Eden, everyone suddenly understood.

Especially after seeing Braki show off his power and rush forward to kill an enemy frost giant, everyone tacitly accepted Braki's return.

In general, the Aesir had fewer giants but were better equipped.

They are both giants, but one side is an Aesir giant who is armed to the teeth and often wears full body armor; the other side is a rebellious giant who can't even find clothes and has only a piece of torn animal skin used as a crotch cloth. It goes without saying what the exchange ratio will be if the two sides fight.

Both sides were using heavy weapons. One side would be ripped open by a single hit, while the other side could at least take a few hits before kneeling. If a real fight broke out, the casualty ratio would be at least 4:1.

Fortunately, even if the rebel giant's big wooden club cannot smash the opponent's sophisticated armor, it can still cause blunt damage, otherwise the casualty ratio would be even greater than this number.

Just as the balance of victory was tipping towards the Aesir, a rumbling sound of footsteps was heard in the distance.

A ridiculously large mammoth is coming!
This scene made Tang Si's pupils shrink.

(End of this chapter)