Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 196: War Everywhere
Death is not the same as dying.

The death of the Aesir felt more like a child's play.

The world of Jinlunga has an internal cycle of life and death. Thanks to the good relationship between the God King Tangs and the Goddess of Death Hela, death for most gods and giants is just a matter of taking a nap before being sent back to the world of the living.

It’s not that resurrection doesn’t require a price, but most of the time, this price will be settled through negotiation.

Occasionally, when he can't handle the problem, the God-King Downs will communicate with the will of the world and ask the will of the world to spare a giant who has committed suicide many times.

Therefore, the "immortality" spoken of by the Aesir gods and giants is not an empty talk.

As long as they are within the Jinlunga world, they will fight the enemy without restraint.

In contrast, the situation with enemy Sumerian gods was completely different.

"What's going on? Is this the enemy's underworld?"

"Be careful! Don't die here, or your soul will probably be bound too."

Their worries are pointless.

They can't avoid death just because they want to.

From the moment they set foot in Jotunheim, the entire underworld seemed to turn into an endless tsunami of souls.

Evil spirits rushed out from every corner of this gloomy world, howling and attacking these alien gods.

On the surface, the attacks of these dead souls were meaningless. However, when the number of dead souls reached a certain level, the change from quantitative to qualitative, and several Sumerian gods and their subordinates and servants were caught off guard.

The various Sumerian elemental powers they used were not only greatly reduced in power due to incompatibility with the laws, but they were also tossed around because they were unable to stop the opposing undead wave in time.

Facing the attack of the gods, the huge waves of the dead were once evaporated by various elements, like a rolling back wave. But as the power of a certain god was insufficient, the soul frenzy suddenly gushed over like a pipe, and an endless sea of dead souls poured down from this gap.

Originally, when the situation had reached this point, the Sumerian gods could still hold on. As long as someone stepped in to take their place in time, they could still hold on.

As luck would have it, at this critical moment, the Aesir sent out several soul-related demigods.

The one charging in the front is naturally the magic spear [Gungnir] that has already caused so much destruction in Niflheim!
The fog blocked their vision and perception. These Sumerian gods who escaped from the fog had never seen the divine spear that was supposed to be held by the King of Gods.

When he saw the light of the Eternal Spear, the Shepherd God Dumuzi was so stupid that he raised his knife and blocked the spear. Perhaps this idiot was thinking that as long as he could block the first blow of the divine spear, his comrades would be able to quickly find the enemy and catch him.

That's the way things are.

Those who have not experienced fierce foreign wars with hostile gods will never imagine how those magical attacks are made.

Not being able to bear it is the norm.

Being able to withstand it is called extraordinary.

But how can there be so many outstanding performances on the battlefield?

Otherwise miracles should not be called miracles!
The Sumerian pastoral god Dumuzi was never a god strong in combat. Like most of the new generation gods, he was just a poor creature driven here by the god-king Enlil.

Perhaps he initially thought of making great achievements so that he could gain a higher position, and then return to his magnificent palace to listen to music and enjoy the dance of beautiful maids. But as the army suffered a great loss in Niflheim, he no longer thought so.

[Just kill a demigod and report back.] This is what Dumuzi thought.

Even if he lowered his requirements like this, he would not be able to get what he wanted.

He imagined that the divine weapon in his hand blocked the opponent's spear with a clang. In fact, he saw two spears, one of which was blocked by him. The other spear passed through the space, and the butt of the spear was still in the hand of the woman dozens of steps away, but the tip of the spear had already pierced his chest.

It all looks just like barbecued meat, where you can only see the head and tail of the meat.

Dumuzi's eyes widened. The scene before him that transcended the structure of space had already exceeded his cognition.

Unfortunately, he didn't have time to think about it.

The next moment, a powerful divine force exploded from the wound on his chest, and his soul lost even the slightest possibility of returning to the Sumerian world, and was completely bound in this cold underworld...

He is not an exception!
Thanks to the brave fighting of Scathach, Cu Chulainn, Siegfried and Beowulf, and with Hela's support, a total of seven Sumerian gods fell in Hela's underworld.

On the other side, some of the Sumerian gods taken out from Niflheim did not fall into Hela's trap, but instead crashed into Stavalheim.

This world, inhabited by a large number of dwarves and midgets, originally lacked a strong ruler. The arrival of King Arthur, the [God of Knights] and a group of Tuatha de Danu greatly raised the upper limit of the world's combat power.

In a sense, the [Sword of Promised Victory] in Arthur's hand is the same artifact as Frey's [Sword of Victory]. Based on the user's fighting spirit and belief, it will give the sword great power.

In this life, the sword was supported by the goddess of the lake and some runes of the Tang Si, and the power of the Sword of Promised Victory was even more foul-level. Even if it was compared with a group of divine weapons, it was still the top one.

Ninurta is a local god in a city-state called Lagash. He is also a symbol of Saturn and has some of the authority of the God of War. Logically speaking, this god should not be weak.

The bad thing was that before he broke into the world of Kinlunga, he was hit by the roots of the world tree, and after entering, he was hit again by the snake tail of Jörmungandr.

The battlefield is such a place.

Chaotic and disorderly.

No one cares whether you are injured or in good condition.

When you see the enemy, kill him if he doesn't surrender. This is the most basic rule on the battlefield.

After meeting him, Ninurta even felt annoyed when facing King Arthur's sword flower salute and announcing his name. He only announced his own name, thinking that he could kill the golden and flashy Aesir god opposite with his own strength.

It turned out that he was very wrong.

With just one collision, his sickle sword was broken into two.

The next second, a sharp pain completely interrupted all his thoughts.

His soul fell directly into endless darkness.

He longed to return to Sumer, enter the Sumerian underworld, and beg the underworld goddess Ereshkigal to grant him rebirth.

Unfortunately, his dream shattered in an instant, like glass.

Only another Sumerian god beside him saw the true form of Arthur's sword.

On the sword that was so luxurious and radiant with golden luster, a highly concentrated divine thought ran through the entire sword, so that Ninurta's body, which was split by the sword, was stained with a layer of sacred golden light.

This is undoubtedly a law of which they are not aware.

Unless the obsession with victory is greater than that of Arthur holding the sword, the enemy facing this magic sword will be greatly weakened.

(End of this chapter)