Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 216 As long as you get there
The black wind elemental giant let out a loud roar.

Controlling a mass of wind elements that had been compressed to the extreme, Enlil successfully escaped and announced his return with such a shout.

Enlil's mad dash brought up a strong wind, which blew the shattered corals back into the sea in almost powder form.

He followed the split seabed and fought his way to the final stage of the battle, a deserted coral reef island.

It seems that the figure of the Wind God King has not changed at all.

No, perhaps his angry roar was much louder than before.

In the past, his terrifying figure ready to kill would surely cause the Sumerian gods to tremble.

Seeing him through mental projection at this moment, Enki's shoulders trembled slightly.

Ishtar, who was still in the dungeon of Valhalla, looked like she was about to cry. Elle said nothing, but silently leaned over and held her sister's hand through the water.

Enlil was still the same grumpy old man. Even though he knew that it was most likely that Towns had let him out on purpose, he still tried desperately to deny the despair before him.

"Towns! Are you finally willing to face me?" In the violent tornado, Enlil's eyes flashed with lightning that seemed as sharp as ever.

In the center of his vision, on the throne of God King composed of sky and ocean, the huge golden-armored figure was still sitting.

The seawater beneath Tang Si seemed to have solidified into a nine-story-high seawater throne. There were not only detailed stairs under the throne, but even the different carvings on the throne, which symbolized the ten worlds, were exactly the same as his throne in the Silver Palace.

The sky above Tangs's head automatically became his background. It was a series of light screens that recorded the previous battles. The projections played back the battles he had experienced. From killing the frost giant Ymir, to killing the Vanir God King Njord, to killing Egil, to exterminating Odin, to the latest second killing of Odin.

No, it's not the latest.

Enlil suddenly discovered that the scene on Tangs’ right hand side was exactly what was happening now.

Is he, the great Sumerian God King, going to become one of Towns’ glorious achievements?

Do not!
no way!

How could the proud Enlil accept this? !

"Don't underestimate me!" Enlil protested loudly.

His voice seemed to anger the flying swords floating above Tangs' shoulders.

Anyone with a bit of vision could easily see how terrifying those divine swords were.

Each sword represents a world controlled by Downs.

The Sumerian gods did not recognize these swords, but one of them immediately caused their palpitations. Didn't the sword with wisps of mist lingering on it represent the world of Niflheim under their feet?
Enki looked up and saw the shadows of the continents in the middle and upper layers of the World Tree, and seemed to be thinking about something.

There is no need to ask what these 10 swords represent!

"Ahhhh-"

The great Sumerian God-King Enlil began his final charge.

The sharp wind accelerated his movements.

He is fast, but the sword is even faster!

Through!

Before he could react, the first [Sword of Midgard] had penetrated his Wind Armor and pierced his left shoulder.

Enlil instinctively wanted to draw his sword, but the second [Sword of Alfheim] was already approaching with a dazzling light.

The third, fourth, fifth...

These divine swords flew from the air and ravaged the body of the God of Wind.

In the blink of an eye, the great God King Enlil was covered with wounds.

The divine swords representing the worlds severed the limbs of the God of Wind, split his head, and pierced his heart.

Even so, the Wind God did not simply die.

Enlil was an elemental god.

His body was not like that of a human, with simple vital points. What others saw as a lethal attack was only a huge loss of his divine power.

As long as his soul is still there, his broken body will not be able to be filled with wind elements in the next moment.

In order to reduce the loss per unit area, he even completely elementalized his body, turning it into a ten-story-high wind giant. He continued to advance steadily towards the Jinlunga Elemental Throne where Tang Si was.

Ishtar was no longer counted after Enlil's body was blasted to pieces for the third time.

Blocked by Jinlun's world barrier of the sky and the sea, Enlil, who could not replenish the wind element, was defeated only a matter of time.

Just as she thought, what Downs was doing was nothing more than a cruel execution of the shameless invader.

Even though his body was blown up countless times, Enlil still kept charging forward.

However, his enemy, Towns, was sitting calmly with his legs crossed, his fingers crossed on his abdomen, watching his final struggle calmly.

It's like a deliberate performance, a tragedy that is repeated endlessly.

Enlil couldn't even get close to Tangs. Every time he advanced ten meters or so, he would be hit back hard by the impact of the magic sword.

"How can this be?!"

Enlil tried to destroy the swords.

He failed!

With his power that swept the earth, he was unable to break such a 'small' sword.

This is really ridiculous.

So much so that when he was knocked away by the other three swords, he was still staring at the Sword of Midgard in his hand.

Of course, Tangs would not tell him that each [Sword of the Ten Realms] is the embodiment of a small world.

Enlil's attempt to break a divine sword was like his attempt to break an entire continent with his bare hands like a cookie.

Enlil could never have imagined that with his invisible divine body and god-king-level supernatural powers, there were things he could not deal with.

This made him extremely depressed.

Even when another setback struck, Enlil never retreated.

"Asshole! Just wait for me! I'm going to come over and pull you down from that damn throne!" Enlil's declaration sounded more like a dying roar.

He is still trying to practice his declaration.

Even if his whole body was pierced by the sword or split into pieces, his wind steps never stopped for a moment.

As his body expanded further, transforming into a giant tornado, he seemed to take less damage.

However, this was just Enlil's wishful thinking.

After the divine swords pierced through his wind elemental body, they flew around in a circle behind him like a gear and poured down on him again.

Each attack would surely destroy a portion of the wind element and Enlil's spirit.

The Sumerian God-King's overly reckless approach made him the best target.

Even though the wind is blowing fast, Towns's sword is even faster.

The idea of rushing to Towns and killing him is ultimately a sad dream.

...can't arrive.

This kind of reality that can never be reached is the cruelest irony for a dignified God King.

This brutal execution lasted for a full half hour.

When there was no more breeze on the battlefield, Enlil's spirit completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

Enlil, the Sumerian God-King, dies!

(End of this chapter)