Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 160 Giant Odin
At first, the giant leader in the center ignored Odin.

This deformed giant had two arms on his left shoulder and only one skinny arm on his right shoulder. Although his facial features looked relatively normal, his mouth and eyes were crooked, which made him look even more evil when he looked at Bryce who was retreating timidly with a mocking look.

"Hey! Isn't this [Cowardly Bryce]? You blew the conch shell in advance. Are you planning to pay tribute in advance for your poor compatriots?"

The huge and terrifying giant naturally gave Bryce a sense of oppression, and he didn't know how to explain his predicament.

"Austin? Go talk to Elata." In a panic, Bryce actually let Odin take over.

This operation simply made Odin numb.

Why would the Tuatha de Danann allow this wimp to be the King of Gods?
Odin clenched his fists and strode forward. "There will be no tribute! The Tuatha de Danu have just overthrown the rule of Bryce. They intend to wage a new war against you!"

"Brice, you are a fucking waste! How dare those tiny false gods of Dana do this?!" The giant named Elata was furious, and the sea water around him was stirred up, forming turbid water shock waves, which blew the surrounding reefs to pieces.

Odin saw this scene, and the former King of Jotunheim sneered inwardly.

Not only are the forces mixed, but the total amount is also small!

With your ability, you're not even worthy of sitting at the same table with the Frost Giants!
Odin tried his best to endure it and listened to the Chaos Giant cursing the Tuatha de Danu like crazy in a bunch of Giant language that he could not understand.

Bryce on the other side was obviously frightened. He didn't dare to speak at all and took a few steps back.

Odin said loudly: "Have you vented enough? It has already happened! If the Fomor giants do nothing, they will lose a huge tribute land, and it will be said that the Fomor giants are afraid of the Tuatha de Danann!"

When it comes to accurately stepping on landmines, Odin is a professional!

Although he was always called "stupid brother" by Towns, stupidity depends on who you compare with. Once compared with the Chaos Giants and other stubborn guys, he was as wise as a god of wisdom.

As expected, after being provoked by him, the Chaos Giants immediately started howling.

"What do you mean?"

"How dare you, a mere mortal, question the great Fomorians?"

"No one can resist the power of Fomor! No one——"

These giants rushed up and were about to tear Odin to pieces. At this moment, Bryce, who looked like a former king of gods, suddenly raised a glittering bracelet. No, it should be a ring.

The giant Elata suddenly realized: "Where did you get this ring?"

Bryce was a little embarrassed to say: "This is what my mother gave me..."

Elata laughed loudly: "Hahaha! Even though you are a loser, you are still my son! Just tell me what you want!"

There was no touching father-son reunion. Bryce's emotional intelligence was so low that it was unbearable for bystanders to see it.

When Bryce saw that Elata had admitted it, he said directly: "Father! Lend me some soldiers! I want to destroy that bastard Nuada! Let him taste the price of betrayal!"

The three-armed giant asked his son a soul-searching question: "My foolish son! Why were you kicked off the throne by his men?"

Bryce stamped his feet angrily. "Why? Those barbaric gods who have no concept of paying taxes are just a bunch of stupid maggots! And they said I was just a money-grabber! I did everything for the Tuatha de Danann, but they betrayed me——"

Elata shook his head. "Your wisdom is not worthy of leading my people. But as your father, I am willing to show you a way. Go to the other chieftain of Fomor, Balor the Evil Eye! He will be interested in attacking the Tuatha de Danann."

Within one day, he was first betrayed by his subordinates and then humiliated by his adoptive father. Bryce had no face to stay any longer, so he turned around and left.

Unexpectedly, Austin, whom he once trusted very much, did not move.

"Odin? Go!" Bryce was a little angry. Odin refused Bryce: "No! One tribe is not enough to join the war. I will stay and persuade Master Elata."

Odin is no longer one-eyed, and his eyes are flashing with a strange light.

"Okay!" Bryce did not hesitate. He seemed more afraid of the pursuers sent by the Tuatha de Danann, so he hurriedly left with his men.

Elata looked down at Odin with contempt: "You tiny mortal! Do you think you can convince me?"

The Fomorian giants looked down on the Tuatha de Danann and were even unwilling to give them the title of "Gods", not considering them as anything. This state of mutual dislike was also considered a classic.

Odin said nonsensically: "The power of chaos."

"Ok?"

"Give me a seed of chaos, and I will tell you why I can convince you."

“Hoohoo! Haha! Wahahaha!” Elata and his men laughed wildly. “This mortal actually said that he can bear the gift of Chaos! I’m dying of laughter! Hahaha!”

The giants burst into laughter.

"Don't you Tutankhamun claim to be noble and unwilling to accept the power of Chaos?"

"Why did you, an outlier, come out?"

Ailata stopped his men from laughing and pointed a finger at them: "Well! It's rare for a Danuan to be so sensible. I'll give you a chance."

A ball of light like a mud ball shot out from the fingertips of Elata and sank into Odin's chest.

Odin took a deep breath and acknowledged the fusion of this chaotic power with his own soul.

For anyone else, this would be a terrifying experience. Most mortals are unable to harness the power of Chaos, often turning themselves into monsters.

Odin is not like that.

He has already mastered the use of the power of chaos.

First, his bones made a crisp popping sound, and then he controlled the power of chaos and quickly transformed his internal organs. Within a few breaths, Odin's chest cavity expanded rapidly, turning him into a monster with three hearts and four lungs.

This is followed by a rapid stretching of the muscles and skin of the whole body.

Finally, there is the complete fusion of soul and chaotic power.

All of this happened in less than a minute.

This mortal named Austin could control the power of chaos with ease. This absurd thing frightened Alata silly.

A group of Fermor giants watched Austin transform from a tiny mortal into a majestic giant who was much taller than them and as tall as three people.

"This is ridiculous!" Elata's voice sounded like she was talking in a sleep.

The power of chaos, even among the Fomor tribe, is not something that every giant can control. Often, at the moment of formation, certain parts of the body will become alienated.

Obviously, this Austin is an absolute outlier!
Odin strode forward and put his hand on Elata's shoulder. The scene looked like an adult holding down a child.

"The power of chaos, is there any more?"

(End of this chapter)