Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 197: Colleagues are mortal enemies

After the two divine lights intertwined, the long sword tip in Arthur's hand drew a bright arc, which sent the two halves of Ninurta's body flying to the left and right, and a string of sacred blood beads burst out on the spot.

This scene happened so quickly that the Sumerian gods on the opposite side were frightened into complete silence, their morale plummeted to the freezing point, and then froze.

Even the gods who were cheering him on consciously shut their mouths.

They dared not utter a word of scolding anymore, and only gave ineffective encouragement to themselves.

Not to mention the gods' servants, even the Sumerian gods made the decision to stay away from where Arthur was.

But Svartalheim is like this crappy terrain - the whole world is located inside a super huge rock, so there is only so much space available for fighting in the passages between each cave, and you either run into this or that.

In any case, they were somewhat lucky to have chosen the remaining former gods of Tuatha, so that at least they could show their bravery at the end of their lives.

As the god of knights, Arthur Pendragon strictly abides by the chivalric laws he made himself and is absolutely unwilling to engage in "justice of outnumbering".

This gave some comfort to the Sumerian gods.

Just a little bit, no more.

Whenever a Sumerian god ended a fight, it was clear to onlookers that Arthur would salute and then challenge his opponent.

In fact, none of these Sumerian gods could actually block Arthur's sword.

The unmatched [Sword of Promised Victory] continued to increase its power exponentially as it faced an increasingly timid opponent. With one strike of the sword, it was as if the two warring parties had crossed paths, and the outcome would be decided in the next second.

Arthur wins! The other party dies!
There was even a strange scene where people had to queue for ten minutes and fight for ten seconds!

Arthur's exaggerated record of killing five Sumerian gods in a row soon spread.

Regardless of these five gods, four of them are the relatively rubbish sixth-generation gods or even seventh-generation gods in the Sumerian camp. When Sumer had not yet created humans as slaves, these guys were only responsible for digging for food in the ground to support the four or five generations of gods above them.

They are true gods after all, and their combat power far exceeds that of most demigods.

The name of [God of Knights] Arthur Pendragon was destined to resound among the two great tribes of gods, the Aesir and the Sumerians, on this [Invasion Day].

On the other side, Tangs, who was sitting on the throne of the God King in the Silver Palace in Asgard, was listening to the battle report while projecting the real-time images collected by his divine eyes all over the world into the air of the Silver Palace in the form of mental projection.

In this way, the Aesir gods and giants who have not yet taken action are absorbing information from all over the world with empathy.

Downs didn't care about how many gods or giants had fallen in Niflheim.

As long as the underworld of Helheim is not breached, the home field battle will have the outrageous benefit of "dying is the same as not dying".

What Towns really needs to worry about is not the tentative attack involving some second- and third-rate gods, but the opponent's stubbornness.

It would be exciting if the Sumerian world ignored all the consequences and just rushed forward.

It is hard to imagine what it would be like when two huge worlds collide.

Even after the expansion of the Jinlunga world, its size is still far from the Earth that Downs knows. He doesn't have any big scientific models that can calculate the speed at which a Sumerian world will hit him and whether he can withstand it.

He was unwilling to participate in this kind of small-scale version of "Mars hitting the Earth".

Not to mention, the Jinlunga world is larger in size, and if the other party exchanges a small one for a big one, it would be a huge loss.

He deliberately let the Jinlunga world accumulate strength to guard against the moment when the opponent fought desperately.

Tang Si didn't know that the Sumerian god king opposite, Enlil, the god of wind, was furious. "No news yet?" His voice was like a hundred roaring storms, buzzing and making the gods below tremble with fear.

Even though they have long since adapted to their own God King's personality, no one feels good whenever they see His Majesty the God King like this.

Not to mention, this attack on the mysterious world opposite is the will of all Sumerian gods.

The moon god Nanna whispered back, "Ishtar, the goddess of Venus, was not able to observe any more news ahead. Our advance troops passed by and seemed to be swallowed up."

"Hmph!" Enlil groaned, which was no less than a storm in the heavens, blowing debris into the air in the magnificent temple. The gods and their servants were trembling with fear, and they all knelt on the ground, not daring to move.

At this time, a strange god with a winged sun disk behind him stood up.

He was Ashur, the solar god of war.

"Your Majesty! It's clear that Ninurta and his bastards can't make any difference. Why don't I take another group of gods and attack the other side's world from another angle?"

"Sure! Wutu! You go too."

Utu, the sun god, has a good relationship with the solar war god. As the main gods of Sumer, these two have great influence.

Soon, a brilliant light rose in the Sumerian world. It was so brilliant that it attracted Downs' attention as soon as it appeared.

"Hmm? Utu, the sun god?" Towns leaned on his deputy, supporting his cheek with his left hand.

His words caught Frey's attention.

As the saying goes, colleagues are enemies, and even mortal enemies!

Frey could still be magnanimous to other descendants of the Sun God and accept the surrender of beings such as Cu Chulainn, the Son of Light.

For a true colleague, it will be a fight to the death.

Not to mention, Arthur's brilliant record stimulated the proud Frey to a certain extent.

The destruction of the Vanir has long become a distant story.

Not even teleported by the bard.

Frey knew very well that it was God King Towns who deliberately downplayed all this.

If there had not been the expansion of the divine realm and the world, Frey would have been an ordinary sun god.

But the world has expanded, and in a situation where one can expand power and improve status by consuming another world, no Aesir would be willing to let a peer step on his head to gain power.

The [Sword of Victory] of a similar type in his hand felt the excitement and joy of its master, and had already begun to buzz, eager to drink the blood of another sun god!

"Your Majesty! I request to go to war! The location shall be Alfheim."

Frey was also determined to go all out and was not afraid to use his own nest as a battlefield.

There is nothing that can be done about it. After such a long time has passed, most of the major worlds have gods in charge, or are tacitly recognized as the home world by gods of certain priesthoods.

It's not a good idea to start the fight at anyone's house, so Frey might as well be generous.

Unexpectedly, Towns smiled and said, "We are the defensive team. It is not up to us to decide where the opponent will attack."

(End of this chapter)