Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 266: Victory Song (Part )

Most of the area where the two worlds merged and intersected was a gentle plain or beach, with a few hillsides. No matter what the terrain was, after the gods' bombardment, the forests would become sparse and open, and the jagged rocks would become a generally flat gravel plain.

As the sun sets, the entire sky seems to be infected with the bloody smell that permeates the entire place.

There was no other way. Millions of corpses were piled up on top of each other on a battle line that was over 300 kilometers wide. Unless someone like the God of Fire came to personally clear the battlefield, it would take weeks for anyone to clear this horrific world-class battlefield. The subsequent elimination of the followers of the three major gods would take months or even years.

That doesn't matter anymore.

On the battlefield, the mortal warriors have begun to cheer loudly.

"Victory!"

"Long live Kinlunga!"

"Praise the Aesir!"

"Praise the Supreme God King, His Majesty, Downs Paulson—"

The thunderous cheers of celebration brought this epic battle to a perfect end.

It is even difficult for everyone to imagine how those priests and bards would use such gorgeous and exaggerated words to praise the greatness of His Majesty the God-King and his own gods.

In the sky, Frey bowed to Downs and said, "Your Majesty, all the enemies above the god level have been killed! How should we deal with the mortal captives? In addition, do we need to erase the Mayan characters?"

Tang Si roughly sensed that within the range of his divine sense, the total number of mortals under the jurisdiction of the three major tribes of Aztec, Maya and Inca exceeded 10 million. It was not impossible to slaughter them all, at least the gods and mortals of the Slavic pantheon would be happy to be the butcher's knife.

Everything has cause and effect!

Towns won't forget this.

He was sure that even if he killed all the gods who served as the ruling class in the Mayan world, he would not destroy the cycle and balance of the world.

This is based on the fact that he has a full set of gods and can seamlessly take over the cyclic operation of the world.

Killing 10 million captives, without saying anything, the underworld alone cannot accept them. This will undoubtedly greatly disrupt the ecological cycle of the world.

And Towns himself will bear great consequences.

With this thought in mind, Tang Si said lightly, deciding the life and death of the tribe: "Killing them all will hinder the balance of the world. In addition, the sins of the Aztecs who slaughtered hundreds of tribes and sacrificed millions of human hearts cannot be simply eliminated. Let's do this, all mortals of the three tribes will be demoted to slaves and serve the Jinlunga world for nine generations before they can become free people. During this period, they are not allowed to retain their original language and writing, and the rune script must be used as the official script as soon as possible."

When Frey heard this, he felt relieved: "I will follow your will!"

The Aztecs were worthless from top to bottom. Of course, they hated this kind of enemy, and it was no problem to kill all the gods and the ruling class. But killing millions of mortals was a bit too much. After all, if you think about it from another angle, if the Aesir were so tyrannical and liquidated every foreign tribe that surrendered, would they also liquidate the Vanir one day?

From now on, His Majesty Tangs's way of integrating the gods with mortals is the best solution.

As for erasing its writing and even all memories related to Maya, it has completely become a history compiled by the Aesir.

There is no problem with that.

This epic war is over.

The only sound playing between the two worlds is the triumphant song of the Aesir!
The heroic Aesir sang with the giants, and the clanging of swords and weapons lent harmony to the trumpets of victory. On the other hand, the news that the Aesir had annihilated the three great tribes of Maya, Inca and Aztec in the world war spread through various temples and immediately spread to the eleven small worlds of Jinlunga.

The entire Jinlunga world is boiling!

The major kingdoms of every realm sent requests, hoping that the triumphant army would pass through their royal cities.

Towns readily agreed to all such requests.

As a deity who is mainly based on elements, he doesn't care about the worship of mortals. With the emergence of the concept of the Great Aesir, more and more gods and new gods are joining, and more gods will inevitably occupy various areas of mortals' daily lives within the scope of belief and deification. They really need to show their faces in front of mortals.

Therefore, this grand triumphal ceremony is divided into one main route and 12 branch routes, striving to ensure that every mortal main city with a population of more than people in the eleven small worlds (continents) will have a triumphal army passing through.

The first stop of the main route is the city of Burgundy on the continent of Midgard.

It's not that there is France here, but the great hero Siegfried was born in this kingdom named Burgundy under the "inertia of history".

Tiny snowflakes were dancing in the vast sky, and the earth had long been covered with snow. In this silver-like atmosphere, as the loud trumpet sounded, the God King Tangs, riding on an oversized divine horse, rarely appeared in the vision of mortals as a golden-armored giant.

His majestic giant figure, coupled with the infinitely brilliant yet relatively soft divine light, made all the people admire him and worship him devoutly on both sides of the road.

Even though the world has already known that this is an incarnation of His Majesty the God King.

But even if it is an incarnation, it is still an object that mortals must worship and look up to.

Valkyries wearing silver winged helmets followed closely behind on their shining silver Pegasus.

Behind them were the majestic Aesir gods dressed in gorgeous armor. These powerful gods who had just returned from the battlefield of the gods also sent their clones.

If this was just a grand armed parade, it would at most demonstrate the majesty and nobility of the gods.

The key point is that the heads of hostile gods tied around their waists or on the backs of their horses are all real.

Even though the cuts on their necks had long dried up, the evil light they emitted made it impossible for mortals to look directly at them. They could only take a quick glance and then quickly look away.

This will not hinder public discussion.

After the procession of gods passed by, the people, after cheering, began to talk in low voices.

"Have you heard? Those evil Aztec gods will force all slaves to fight each other, and then dig out the hearts of the losers and sacrifice them to that evil sun."

"I heard that my brother participated in the expedition and discovered many mass graves where people had been sacrificed."

"The Aesir are still the best!"

"Yes! There are many new gods coming."

The eyes of every mortal were filled with enthusiasm and admiration. Even if the triumphal team had long passed, they would run over excitedly and stroke those huge footprints, as if they were following the footsteps of these great gods and protoss warriors.

There is no doubt that the triumphant return of the Aesir brought new hope and strength to the city.

(End of this chapter)