Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 255 God of Suicide
The Aztecs completely collapsed. In the past, loud eagle war songs could always be heard in Tenochtitlan, but now, in addition to panicked roars, there were also whimpering sounds. Faced with the revenge of the Slavic gods, a large number of Aztecs were harvested like wheat in the fields. Even more people were injured and stood up with stumbling blocks, dragging their hands and feet that were frozen into ice.

Their god has fallen and no longer responds.

But the bloody world they and their gods created has collapsed, and the extreme violence and cruelty have finally been brought to justice. At this moment of killing, all the seemingly pitiful Aztecs are no longer innocent.

The wounded staggered to their feet and tried to gather together with the nearest people, attempting to retreat to the Mayan world.

After all, that is the world of gods that have been passed down from generation to generation!

Unfortunately, there is no chance.

The Aztec tetrastyle temple was destroyed, and all the slave gods regained their power and freedom. They wanted to retaliate a thousandfold against the abuse and sacrifices inflicted on them by the Aztec gods.

The most brutal of these were the black uncle gods, who had even begun forcing the newly captured Aztec mortal captives to kill each other.

A guy with bad taste.

Perun looked at them with undisguised disgust. These guys had already split up, and those who had surrendered to the Aztec gods were naturally the first to be liquidated. Those who had not surrendered were not much better off, their souls had been completely distorted, and they had become outright evil gods.

"We shouldn't learn from them. We don't need to punish the devil in a devilish way. Just give them indiscriminate destruction."

"Oh oh oh!" The tortured Slavic gods finally responded.

Their world has been destroyed, and they will have to rely on the Aesir to survive. Through the negotiations with Loki a while ago, they already knew the Aesir's style of doing things - although they also retained basic slavery, they would not force them too much. As long as they were willing to work for the Aesir and make military achievements, they could still live a comfortable life.

Providing the lower class people and the gods who have come to seek refuge with a channel for upward mobility is itself the greatest manifestation of the wisdom and kindness of the God-King Tangs.

It's not that the Slavic gods are willing to give up torturing their enemies, but for the sake of the future, they have to choose between excessive revenge and upholding order.

People have bottom lines, and so must God.

If you don't have it, you will be killed by a stronger person.

This is the rule here in Towns, and no one is tolerated.

Loki made it clear that he was both the messenger and supervisor of the God-King.

If the Slavic gods got out of control, Loki would not stop them, for he knew that the Downs had mercy, but not much.

Those who don't follow the rules are destined to be purged.

Sure enough, the Mayan gods lurking in the deepest part of the world finally took action.

Similar to the Ennead in Egyptian mythology, there are also nine gods in Mayan mythology who are revered for their high status, commonly known as the Mayan Ennead. They represent the ancient Mayans' reverence for the nine natural elements. The nine gods are both good and evil, and all have great power.

Sky god Itsumna, rain god Chak, cloud god Yum*kax, these gods of common elements, although powerful, their divine powers and spells are still within the imagination of other pantheons.

Among the nine Mayan gods, there is a relatively rare god - the suicide god Ishtab: Since the ancient Maya regarded death as the road to heaven, Ishtab was also called the guide.

As soon as he made a move, the Aztec's originally collapsed front line was instantly stabilized.

because……

Ishtabu took action. He waved his hand violently to the right and swept his cold eyes across the battlefield. He saw those "rioting" African gods seemed to be jumping around alive, and in turn persecuted the Aztec mortals and their servants.

A hidden divine power around the suicidal god swept across the dark ground like smoke and spread to the front half of the battlefield, just silently covering those dark African gods. He adjusted his sleeves, smoothed the precious dragon feathers on them in one direction, and then pressed them down and straightened them.

"You despicable fellows, you have no idea that dedicating yourself to us is your greatest happiness."

He stretched out his slender fingers, and on each ring on his hand there were several or even dozens of translucent black lines of varying thickness extending out.

Looking directly at the end of these black lines, we can see the "rebellious" African and Slavic gods.

It is true that they retrieved their missing souls, but the divine curse is not so easy to lift. Even if one starter is lost, there is still another one here in Ishitab.

In his field of vision, the light emitted by these slave gods quickly dimmed, like a candle that had burned to the root. Although it was still burning, it was only emitting the last bit of residual heat.

A deep black network stretched out from the ground beneath his feet, passing over the gods near him and extending forward. The pulsation symbolizing death moved forward layer by layer like waves, one after another, connecting to each other, and finally this network emitting an evil light enveloped all the traitors in his eyes.

"In the name of Maya, all of you commit suicide!" Ishtab's death announcement resounded throughout the battlefield.

The eyeballs of the African gods who were still so proud of their revenge just a moment ago suddenly popped out of their sockets. They struggled in vain, trying to catch their eyeballs with their pink palms and stuff them back in before their vision completely disappeared.

This is doomed to be futile.

Because their hands were out of control, they actually turned around and strangled their own necks.

Their bulging eyes were staring at the scene in the opposite direction.

They are being 'committed' suicide.

In addition to their arms, their weapons also kept stabbing at their divine songs, allowing the divine blood that had become tainted to gush out without stopping for a moment.

They lost control of their mouths and kept shouting "Long live Maya".

One after another, these ridiculous and equally tyrannical avengers died in front of the Slavic gods.

Perron was horrified.

They were also entangled in the death curse.

There are only two ways to deal with this god-level killing curse. One is to completely dismantle the killing curse, from its source of power to the constituent spells and even the caster, and destroy them all. The other is to completely offset the demands of the death side on its body and soul at the cost of huge vitality.

Perron took the lead and knelt down in the direction of the World Tree behind him: "Your Majesty, Dons Paulson! The Slavic gods ask for your help and mercy. As long as we get through this, we will serve your majesty until our death, forever."

To be honest, Perron didn't think there was much hope.

They were just a group of wandering gods who had lost their ancestral land and were cursed. With Tang Si's strength, it didn't matter who he saved. Saving them, from the perspective of divine power and the world, would definitely be a losing deal.

but……

He just saved it.

"I have received your prayers and vows, and I have accepted them."

Along with this sound that resounded through heaven and earth, a branch of the world tree grew out and dripped a drop of water of life to each Slavic god.
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p.s. The operation was successful. I am typing with one hand and will be discharged from the hospital next Monday.

(End of this chapter)