Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 273 The Struggle of the Mayan World

The Cheetah and the Secretary Goddess were shocked.

She never expected that the other party was not from this world.

Is this an invasion by foreign gods?
Or is it a scam?

Do not!
Words can lie, but physical pain cannot deceive her.

Even if her divine power declined due to the rapid weakening of the cheetah population, it was impossible for ordinary mortals to hurt her.

The Cheetah Goddess let out a threatening growl unique to cats, instinctively trying to stop the other party's actions.

Useless!

Giving out the name was just Gilgamesh showing due courtesy to someone he respected, it didn't mean he would be merciful.

He raised his right hand again...

"No! Wait! I surrender! You can do whatever you want to me? As long as you don't kill me, I can be your slave! Pet, anything." The cheetah goddess said very spinelessly, lowering her head and tucking her tail.

That begging look made Gilgamesh feel helpless.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

Towns did grant him the authority to handle the matter on his own, but the fact that the righteous god on the other side actually said he would surrender just like that really made him a little overwhelmed.

"Actually, it's not impossible." A drop of water dripped from a hole on the top of the cave. The drop of water grew at a speed visible to the naked eye. When it fell to the ground, it had turned into the appearance of an old human being.

He is, of course, Enki, the water god.

Enki came out, and Ishtar also came out from a corner deep in the cave.

"Everyone, come out. Seshat is indeed a little weak, but her perception is very high." Enki paused: "Besides, we also need first-hand information about the Egyptian pantheon."

After some conversation, Ere and Enkidu also came out.

That's right. Seshat surrendered not to Gilgamesh, but to this small pantheon, even though she could see that these gods were all clones.

But she couldn't even defeat one of Gilgamesh's clones, let alone deal with so many powerful gods.

It would have been fine if he didn't see it, but as soon as he saw it, Seshat immediately started trembling.

But she still let Enkidu surround her from behind, and even let Enki write and draw on her body seemingly at random, constructing a series of magical spells with divine blood to imprison her soul.

As if to encourage herself, after Enki finished the spell, the female leopard god lowered her head, slowly approached Gilgamesh, and licked the golden gauntlet on his right hand in a flattering manner.

Gilgamesh's mouth never stopped twitching.

"Isn't this great, Jill? You've grown up and become successful." Ishtar said with her hands on her hips and a smirk.

"..." Gilgamesh speechlessly withdrew his gaze and stared at Sesat again: "In general, we support Seth. Of course, you can act like a demon and secretly report us. But we are just a bunch of avatars of gods. If you insist on being a loyal Egyptian minister and hope that we will use one of our avatars to exchange your life, you can report to Horus."

"No, no! From this moment on, I am yours..."

"Servant." Gilgamesh's words allowed Seshat to retain the last bit of dignity as a god, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, Gilgamesh was in no hurry. Downs' order to him was to bring down or disintegrate the Egyptian world within three years.

He suspected that he didn't even need to do anything, the Mayan prophecy of destruction that was shot off target would be enough to help him complete the task.

On the other hand, in the Mayan world, the destruction (swallowing) of the neighboring Inca world still reached the ears of the remnants of the Mayan priests.

The three major Indian worlds were once closely connected, and the destruction of the Incas would definitely create a wonderful resonance of grief over the death of the rabbit and the grief of the fox.

Coupled with the repeated raids by the Slavic gods, these Mayan priests who lost their gods eventually went crazy...

There was nothing wrong with Towns' plan.

He had Jinlunga bind the Aztec and Mayan worlds with its roots, devouring them one by one, which was absolutely the right way for the Jinlunga world.

The only thing that Towns miscalculated was the Mayan world's will to survive.

No world would be willing to be completely swallowed up and even its will wiped out.

Originally, the Mayan world will was not active. However, under the stimulation of the roots of the world tree and the annihilation (or escape) of the Mayan gods, the Mayan world will began to awaken rapidly.

It was very frightened and confused, and could not find any ready-made gods of its own.

This allows it to place all its bets on mortals.

The Mayan Pyramid of Anger, a morning mist fills the sky above this abandoned pyramid, casting a mysterious aura over everything near and far.

Completely different from its prosperous state a while ago, this ancient abandoned pyramid now has an inexplicable sense of alienation and dilapidation.

This place was not the focus of the Slavic gods and their servants' search - after all, the departure of the God of Wrath (Odin) was certain. When Odin left, he also took his most core servants and priests with him. In theory, the priests and descendants of the old Mayan gods would not choose this place as their base.

There are exceptions to everything.

Under the guidance of the world, the chief high priest of the god of wisdom, Skel, found a hidden cave under the pyramid.

These priests followed the ancient sacrificial rituals, and after sacrificing a large number of volunteers, under the guidance of the world, they tried to introduce the third force.

Lengthy incantations like chanting scriptures were accompanied by bloody sacrifices. When the revengeful desires of hundreds of high-ranking priests reached their peak, suddenly a gust of cold wind blew through this nearly closed cave.

The high priest's eyes blurred, and he suddenly felt that the still beating hearts on the altar suddenly became icy cold.

This netherworldly chill seemed to be able to penetrate directly into their blood vessels through their pores, freezing all the blood vessels in their bodies.

At this moment, mysterious whispers that came from nowhere were echoing in their ears.

It was not any language they knew.

At first it sounded as if dozens of people were whispering, then the noise grew louder and became hundreds or even thousands of people.

The sounds of these densely packed people made them feel like they were in the cruelest slave market. They were the goods on the platform, and the voices of the prospective slave owners evaluating the goods filled their ears and even their hearts.

Then, the priests found their eyes were bloodshot and painful. Before they could raise their hands to rub their eyes instinctively, they suddenly found that tears of blood were already flowing from each other's eyes.

On the altar, those still beating hearts actually grew eyes. These vertical pupils stared at every living person in the world with terrifying and grim eyes.

Then they saw a hand, and from the heart stretched out one living human arm after another.

Following that, there was a ghost face, the second ghost face, and the third ghost face.

One by one, illusory arms and twisted, eerie, and translucent faces emerged from the altar.

(End of this chapter)