Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 184 Odin! Are you scared?
Are you shocked? Are you surprised?
There is no greater joy or sorrow than this in the life of a god.

Until this moment, Odin always thought that this was his chance - to steal a smaller world while his damn big brother was not paying attention, and then turn the entire Celtic world into chaos, and then use it to impact the Kinlunga world.

After all, Odin had participated in the creation of the world of Kinlunga. He knew very well that no matter how many tricks his elder brother had hidden in the laws of the world, it would be difficult for one world to withstand the impact of another chaotic world that was 60% of its size.

As long as he could tear a big hole in the Jinlunga world and pollute it wantonly, making the [Sword of the Nine Realms] lose its power as quickly as possible and turning the situation into a chaotic battle, Odin would have a good chance of turning the tables.

As for what the two worlds will become after becoming chaotic... It's so funny, Odin has already voted for chaos, so why would he care about this?

Complete revenge, venting the anger of having my soul shattered, and the rest will be dealt with later.

This is Odin's overall plan.

Sadly, all of Odin's fantasies were like a soap bubble, cruelly burst by a group of his relatives.

The leader, Thor, raised the Mjolnir in his hand and laughed out loud in a rude tone as if he was going to shove the hammer into Odin's lungs: "Odin! You beast! Even if you run away, you still won't change your bad habits! You don't know that we have been waiting for this day for so long that our butts are almost moldy."

Frey swung the Sword of Victory in his hand, and the bright light almost blinded Odin. "Everything is within the budget of His Majesty the God King! Odin, you are nothing but a clown dancing in the gutter!"

The left corner of Odin's mouth turned into three pieces of flesh, twitching and twisting like octopus tentacles. His body, which was swollen like air with the power of chaos, was actually showing signs of collapse.

His whole body was shaking, his fists clenched and unclenched, clenched again, and twitched again, his heart was extremely confused: After all the efforts to take revenge were making some progress, you actually told me that this was Towns's plan? !
Odin was stunned by the cruel reality, which directly led to the loss of the commander-in-chief of the Fomor Chaos Giant Army.

Fortunately, there were Elata and Lancelot on the front line, as well as a group of middle-level giant commanders who were able to keep the situation under control.

This is both a blessing and a curse!
Fortunately, the Chaos Giant Army did not collapse immediately.

Unfortunately, Odin would rather they collapsed and disintegrated quickly. As long as 50% to 60% of the giants could roll back into the deep sea, he, Odin, would still have a chance to make a comeback.

The problem is that the mortal coalition will not give them this opportunity!

King Arthur and his men were terrified at first and were ready to fight to the death for the world. But who would have thought that the support from the almighty God King would come so timely and powerfully.

Isn’t this a miracle?
What is god level?

King Arthur raised the enhanced version of the [Sword of Promised Victory] and shouted: "His Majesty the God-King has promised us victory! For the Celtic world! For His Majesty the God-King, charge——"

After saying that, he spurred his horse and led the charge.

Seeing the royal flag moving forward, all the Camelot knights were like chickens with their blood pumped up, shouting and charging forward.

"Follow my king! Charge!"

"For victory!"

Captain Finn and Diarmuid on both wings, as well as Queen Maeve and Scathach who had rushed back, launched a general attack on the Fomorian Giants Legion.

If the mortal army charged towards the giant group with an intact front, even if they won, there would be many casualties.

After all, the giants have those ridiculously long sticks in their hands. With one sweep, at least an entire row of infantrymen will have to fly in the air.

At this time, the Fomor giant was even more desperate, because a large number of giants with golden helmets and armor and even more exaggerated bodies suddenly rushed out from the rainbow light.

Especially the leader, Hrungnir. The Fomorian Giants are just babies in front of him.

Hrungnir didn't even bother to use his flint club, he simply raised his left foot high and stepped down.

"Puff!" The Fomor giant, who was two people's height, was crushed to pieces by him like a pumpkin.

Hrungnir, who was repeatedly reminded by Downs, was quite considerate. He shouted as he advanced: "Mortals, stay away from the path of our giants. Don't blame us if you get trampled to death!"

"Ok!"

"Roger that!"

"As you command, sir!"

These giants, belonging to the Aesir, only target the tallest Chaos Stone Men. If they occasionally encounter a Fomorian Giant blocking their way, they will often knock him down with a single blow.

As for how those Fomorian giants were killed by mortals after they fell to the ground, that was none of their business.

They didn't know why His Majesty Tangs valued those mortals so much. Since this was someone else's world, at least let the mortals have some sense of participation.

In fact, the two major knightly orders, as well as Maeve's troops, were very excited.

Faced with the Fomorian giants who staggered and fell to the ground after being scattered, the mortal warriors were able to take advantage of their numbers and surrounded them collectively, attacking them with longbows and magic, then the spearmen bled them, and finally the brave knights pounced on them with nimble steps, or even jumped onto the giants to kill them directly.

On the main battlefield, Odin was going crazy.

After a brief moment of confusion, Odin went crazy: "Why? Why are you forcing me? Towns has even cut off most of my soul, why won't you let me go?"

This 'Thor' did not give him an answer. The Asgardian tough guy charged towards Odin with his usual aggressive attack methods.

No matter whether it was the Fomorian Giants or the Chaos Stone Giants standing in front of him, none of them could match Thor.

Odin's pupils shrank rapidly due to fear.

He found that the person in front of him was Thor, but also not Thor!

It was similar to Loki's favorite clone technique.

No! It's stronger than the clone technique.

Odin could sense that there was indeed a part of Thor's soul in the body of the 'Thor' in front of him.

Just like Odin mixed a large amount of chaos souls into his own residual soul as a filler, Thor also poured a large amount of thunder power into this strange body of God.

In a sense, both sides are alike.

The difference is that Odin's huge body made up of his residual souls is everything he has, while Thor on the opposite side is just a clone of God.

This means that even if Odin gets angry and lets the entire Emerald Island be swallowed by the power of chaos, Thor himself will not be harmed at all.

As for the giants on the battlefield, Odin knew very well that his good brother, Dons, was not as fond of the giants as he claimed. To Dons, the giants could actually be discarded.

Towns has calculated everything!
He even calculated that Odin might overturn the table at a critical moment, causing large areas of the world barrier corrupted by the power of chaos to fall, bombarding the battlefield and wiping out the airborne Asgard troops.

This kind of calculation made Odin's hands and feet cold.

(End of this chapter)