Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 186 Odin Dies Again

"Look! What is that?"

This scene was witnessed by millions of ordinary people in the Celtic world.

At the moment when the sky collapsed and was damaged, countless ignorant mortals were frightened to the point of fainting, but the next scene made them cheer up again.

The sky fell down! The sky was repaired again!

In a way that mortals can't imagine!

This was not an illusion. Everyone felt that the laws of the world were shifting dramatically. An extremely great force was coming. It took over this Celtic world that had been devastated by chaos in a relatively gentle way.

The mortals finally discovered something strange in the clouds. The atmosphere was filled with a sacredness that was unfamiliar to them.

When their brains, which had been numbed by the shock, finally looked carefully, they were surprised to find that a pair of golden eyes, huge enough to span the entire sky, were gazing at the Celtic world and everyone here with a profound gaze!

The roots of the World Tree penetrated into the ocean, and then a circle of ripples called "Life" spread out on this ocean that had been severely polluted by chaos, spreading in all directions.

Circle after circle, like the sonar system of a submarine, it explores every place in the sky, underground and under the sea that is polluted by chaos in an orderly manner.

At the same time, Odin felt that his connection with the various chaotic energy groups was forcibly severed.

The voice of Chaos was still noisy, but it no longer responded to him, the self-proclaimed King of Chaos.

Odin was frightened as if he was awakened from a nightmare. His kingdom of chaos had not yet fully unfolded before it was swallowed up by order.

Indeed, his Celtic chaos energy is an incurable disease for the Celtic world. If such a large amount of chaos energy is to be eliminated, the Celtic world will be buried with it in a matter of minutes.

When the remaining order energy of the Celtic world is added together with all the order power of the Jinlunga world, this degree of chaos is nothing.

This is the ruthless crushing of size!

"No! No! No - Brother, you can't do this to me -"

[You curse me when you hate me, and call me big brother when you beg for mercy? ] In the sky above Odin's head, there came a mocking voice from Tang Si: [Whether you are a human or a god, you can't just call me big brother when you are begging for mercy! ]

All color drained from Odin's face.

It happens again!

Odin found that all his plans were just a joke, and he had been dancing in the palm of his eldest brother without knowing it.

This terrible discovery made Odin despair!
Odin's heart was completely broken.

He almost watched with his own eyes as the Celtic world, along with the roots of the World Tree, was dragged to the "body" of the Jinlunga world and the world fusion began.

what?
The sky of the Celtic world collapsed?

It doesn't matter!
Our two worlds are like brothers, sharing the same sky!

Even during the fusion process, the Celtic world that was shattered due to the shedding of the chaos plaques was not taken advantage of. Because of the [Sky] law injected by Downs, the Celtic world temporarily held up until it merged into the atmosphere of the Jinlunga world.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The Celtic world is trembling slightly, perfectly blending with another world.

The process was so fast that it took less than ten minutes in total. This was not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but a premeditated one. Taking advantage of the fact that Odin could not see the outer space, Downs had negotiated with the two worlds long ago, and had the Jinlunga world come to the Celtic world early to wait.

Odin rarely gave up struggling. He did not give any orders and allowed the weaker Fomorian Giants to be slaughtered by the Aesir from Jotunheim.

Airata was hammered to death, and the three-legged Lancelot could not escape Gawain's pursuit. His three legs were chopped off and he was dragged in front of King Arthur like a dead dog.

King Arthur could let Lancelot go once because of his love for Guinevere, but he could not let go of a demon knight who had fallen into chaos. [Sword of Promised Victory] eventually cut off the head of the knight he once trusted the most.

When the Fomorians found Odin lying dead, they simply scattered and fled in all directions.

It's a pity that their "short legs" compared to the Jotunheim Giants, how could they possibly outrun these real giants who are several times taller than them?

Hrungnir and his men chased after these guys at great speed and beat them to death one by one with a stick.

Thor, Frey, Tyr and other incarnations of the Aesir surrounded Odin.

"Odin! Are you ready to atone for the suffering of this world?" Thor swung the 'Meowth Hammer' in his hand, looking eager to try.

Unexpectedly, Frey stopped him and said, "Thor! His Majesty said that killing blood relatives is inappropriate no matter what. Why not leave it to me?"

Towns was so angry that he was speechless and completely out of temper.

It would have been inappropriate for Thor to kill Odin in his prime, let alone now. Besides, it didn't matter who took Odin's head now.

Odin is just waiting to die. Killing him will only put an end to the Celtic unrest.

This is not a word of glory for any of the Aesir gods.

Just then, a clear female voice suddenly joined the discussion.

"Since the gods are too lazy to dirty their hands by killing Odin, how about letting Scathach, the 'native' of the Celtic world, make the final blow?" Her long purple-red hair fluttered in the wind, and her crimson eyes had a strange sense of transparency that seemed to see through everything in the world.

Especially when she appeared with a shrunken version of [Kungunir], the expressions of the Aesir gods were very interesting.

indeed!

The Celtic world was harmed by Odin, so it makes sense that a Celt would take revenge.

The problem is that……

A Celt used Odin's own magic spear to end Odin's life. This is a heart-breaking crime!

Odin instantly got furious, his hair stood up like a hedgehog, his body swelled rapidly, and he picked up the "Colorful Cannon" magic gun he had snatched and threw it at Scathach's head.

"Go to hell, mortal! I am Odin, the supreme Aesir King! Only a true King of Gods can take my life—"

The brilliance of [Brianak] is brilliant!
However, the attack method of this 'Bombard Five Stars' is still a bit ordinary after all.

Scathach's two-hit combo is more powerful than Brionak!
The chest muscles and heart that Odin specially strengthened after coming to this world could not block the two consecutive attacks of [Piercing Death Spear] and [Gungnir]!
Scathach's combo with space-shattering properties is not something that Odin's body, which is made up of chaotic power, can withstand.

"Bang!" Blood and flesh scattered in a cone from Odin's broad back.

Odin, the Celtic Chaos King...is dead again!

(End of this chapter)