Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 143 It’s too late!

Tangs had a vague feeling that the chaotic Odin didn't seem to be very strong.

Odin voted for chaos, but with his relatively clear mind, at least he didn't vote completely.

Perhaps he was thinking of using the power of chaos to defeat Downs, to retaliate and humiliate Downs to his heart's content, then pat his butt, expel the power of chaos from his body, and finally sit on the throne of the God King cleanly.

Odin also knew that falling into chaos would make him ugly. For example, in the giant army, Downs saw a six-headed Chaos mutant giant. If Downs saw it, Odin could not fail to see it.

This is a typical case of 'wanting power but not wanting to pay the price'.

When Downs figured this out, he once thought about the question, "Could Odin be so naive?"

It seems that Odin really thinks and does so.

[Walking timidly before the world], [Ascending the throne of the gods without paying a price], [Not getting his own blood on the table even in a war]... These contradictory and even paradoxical practices are exactly Odin's style.

Whether in the epic poem [Edda] or in this life, when Odin was not wise enough, the one who helped him achieve his goals in a despicable way was called Loki, and it was also Loki who took the blame.

But without Loki, Odin's last channel of opportunism was strangled by Towns, and he also used the power of chaos in a hesitant and cautious manner.

If you, Odin, don't lose, then who will lose?
When five Chaos Beasts of astonishing sizes were either killed or put at a disadvantage, or even had their souls extracted by Tangs and put into the [Sword of the Nine Realms] to become sword spirits, Odin finally panicked.

The only thing missing is the sword soul of [Sword of Asgard]?

Then who could be more suitable than him, a legitimate member of the royal family?
Besides, he had surrendered to Chaos and was expelled from the "boundary" by the will of the world. When Tangs took action, he had no scruples!
If I don't fight hard now, will I have to become a sword spirit to fight?

"Tang-s--" Odin let out a terrifying roar that shook the earth, and immediately a series of terrible roars came from him and from deep within the earth.

All beings on the battlefield were stunned for a moment and instinctively glanced deep underground.

Only Tangs, who had picked branches of the World Tree as weapons with Odin, knew that the place where the roar occurred was the core of the World Tree.

There, the World Tree constantly transforms the aura of chaos into the power of order.

This terrifying energy is harmless at any time because it is suppressed by the World Tree. But now, under the call of Odin, the roar of this boiling chaotic force sounds like the roar of an ancient beast.

The power of chaos responds to Odin's call in this way.

One can imagine what terrible consequences would occur when this chaotic force of extremely high concentration and volume was integrated into Odin's body...

A huge roar was rapidly approaching the ground, and suddenly, before any spectators could react, Odin's entire body flew away.

At this time, Odin's height had already exceeded 100 meters, which was not much different from a 10,000-ton ship. The only difference was that the substances absorbed by the chaotic aura were a little insufficient, which actually made him a little bloated.

Don’t be fooled by the chaotic Odin’s thick arms and legs, in fact, most of him is filled with chaotic aura.

In this world defined by Downs as [matter], he could not absorb anything and could not gain weight.

It certainly can’t weigh 10,000 tons, and it certainly can’t weigh nearly 1,000 tons.

Such an Odin was unexpectedly grabbed by the shoulder by the giant eagle of light transformed from the Sword of Walfheim and pulled into the sky.

During this process, Odin did try to resist.

As soon as he raised his right arm, the shadow of the Fire Giant Surtur appeared beside him. The giant Sword of Muspelheim, which had grown in a phantom form, pierced through his arm and even went straight into Odin's right rib. The violent flames that spurted out of Odin's huge body could be seen along his ribs and surface muscles.

"Ah--" Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Odin let out a scream that was enough to make all the chaotic creatures lose their morale. This was just the beginning. When Odin wanted to move his left arm, a bright and shining ice flower suddenly exploded on his left arm. This time, the shadow of his ancestor, the frost giant Ymir, stabbed him.

It is the [Sword of Jotunheim]!
One ice and one fire, two completely different properties, were already enough to make Odin uncomfortable. Then the fourth [Sword of Midgard] pierced his back, and the huge phantom was none other than Egil, the god of the deep sea.

The fifth [Sword of Helheim], Yu Lan's shadow stabbed into Odin's lower abdomen.

By this time, Odin was in so much pain that he couldn't even scream.

The torture is not over yet!

The sixth [Sword of Vanaheim] was pierced through his left thigh by Njord, and the seventh [Sword of Stavalheim] was transformed from the phantom fangs of the evil dragon Fafnir and pierced through his right calf and thigh from the sole of his right foot.

In the most bitter eighth sword [Niflheim], Nidhogg did not attack directly, but summoned thick fog to lure the chaotic power gushing out from the depths of the earth to leave.

Odin, who could no longer obtain the power of chaos and biological fragments, could no longer withstand the combined strangulation of the seven swords, and his body began to shrink rapidly.

One hundred meters, fifty meters, thirty meters...six meters!
This scene simply stunned the rest of the Chaos Army.

There was no trace of the majestic Chaos Odin in the sky.

With his external aid cut off and his internal strength exhausted, Odin now looks like an ordinary Aesir god.

Do not!
He is not even as good as an ordinary Aesir.

No Æsir could be as thin as a mummy as he was.

Odin shrank, and the light on the seven swords weakened. They no longer remained huge, nor did they transform into sword spirits. Instead, they continued to pierce Odin in their ordinary forms.

If you ignore the fact that there are seven such swords in total, then Odin now looks a bit like a skewered grilled chicken wing.

A huge black shadow loomed over Odin's head. Odin instinctively raised his head. Suddenly, the world, which had long been darkened by the chaotic aura, suddenly shone brightly, like the rising sun that drove away the darkness. A figure that did not look tall but felt infinitely tall stood between Odin and the sun.

"Brother...Brother..." Odin said weakly.

"Huh? My stupid brother! Now you know how to call me 'Big Brother' again?" Towns did not hide the mockery on his face.

"I, I was wrong!"

Towns had no idea how much courage it took for Odin to say the three words "I was wrong".

He just knew that it wasn't easy.

Odin is indeed a hero!

He would not let go of any glimmer of hope.

Seeing that he couldn't win and couldn't shirk the blame, he decisively gave in.

pity……

"It's too late!" Towns sighed: "If there is no price to pay for betraying the world, then anyone can betray it."

(End of this chapter)