Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 274 The World's Revolt

Is that a ghost, a demon, or a monster from another world?
They are densely packed and tangled together, like hedgehogs stuck together, or like the limbs of a centipede all mutated into human hands and then put back together in a very random way.

Countless ghosts were crowded on an altar that was less than ten square meters.

The bodies of these ghosts were intertwined and overlapped, piling up higher and higher, like the mass graves where the Aztecs often dumped their bodies.

It's just that everything inside has come alive.

Countless faces were crowded together, countless eyes were looking up and down, all staring at the Mayan priests outside. Those densely packed ghost eyes were extremely disgusting, blinking constantly, revealing their greed for human life and soul.

Some are eerie and cold, some are cruel and bloodthirsty, and some are terrified of the faint divine power of the Mayan priests.

Even so, the situation is still under control.

Because all the ghosts on the altar are still bound by a powerful mysterious force.

do not forget.

The two great tribes of gods, the Maya and the Aztec, can be said to be of the same lineage.

Be ruthless to your enemies and be ruthless to yourself.

The priests looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes, but then the high priest came out.

"Everyone, have you seen the miserable state of the Inca world next to you?"

Many priests nodded.

"The sky was torn apart, the earth was shredded. All the elements of the world were swallowed up by that damn Jinlunga world. That damn God King never thought of giving us a chance to survive. At this point, are you still hesitating?"

The high priest's words added a bit of madness and cruelty to the eyes of every priest present.

"continue!"

The continuous chanting of the spell, in exchange for more sacrifices, caused mutations, and more demons and monsters appeared!
"Not big enough! Not big enough!"

"What we need is a disaster that pollutes the entire world, or even a disaster that destroys the world of Jinlunga! This is far from enough!"

These high-ranking priests have long gone mad, and so have the believers who follow them.

Before long, the entire underground altar was in chaos.

Today, the Mayan world is out of control.

The sun god fell, and the world was without the sun.

The god of wind fell, and the wind stopped flowing.

The water god fell, and there is no more living water flowing.

Everything in nature will fall into chaos if it loses the guidance of rules.

The most ironic thing is that the ones who maintain the basic operation of this world are the Slavic gods who were once looked down upon by Mayan gods and mortals.

The Mayan world is unwilling to acknowledge the domination of these evil gods, but these guys are the only thing that can prevent the world from falling into complete chaos prematurely.

The Slavic gods have not signed any form of contract with the world, so they are naturally not considered native gods. They just borrowed divine power from the Jinlunga world and exerted it slightly in the Mayan world to maintain the minimum operation of the Mayan world.

Just like even if a person is brain dead, he can still maintain his physiological functions by being connected to a ventilator or something.

However, the Slavic gods did this out of sheer malice.

They want to keep the Maya world alive so that it can be better swallowed by the Jinlunga world. Apart from them, the only regularity in "nature" is the roots of the world tree next door. These flexible tentacles will hunt down every existence that dares to approach equally.

It was under such circumstances that a large number of Mayans escaped the searches of the Jinlunga gods and the mortal army and hid in various caves.

On this day, the light in a cave was dim.

Without any warning, a group of ghost-like monsters rushed out from the darkness. They had strange and ferocious appearances, and they flew towards the Mayan settlement with a grim smile.

The originally peaceful cave turned into hell in an instant.

Some people tried to resist with copper weapons, but were easily torn to pieces by these evil spirits.

When the Mayans realized that they could not possibly resist these monsters, they began to flee in all directions, screaming and terrified.

Those people whose eyes were filled with fear and despair would never have thought that the ones who caused all this were the Mayan priests whom they once trusted and worshipped so much...

A young woman holds her baby tightly in her arms as she dies, trying to protect the child with her body.

An elderly man desperately threw himself into the strange tide, trying to use his own broken body to buy his family a last chance to escape.

Someone... Someone else...

A thousand people, a thousand reactions.

There are heroic and tragic songs of courage, as well as decisive surrender to the enemy of decadence and corruption.

But it's no use, nothing I do is useful.

Many people finally closed their eyes in despair when they found out that the heads of some monsters were actually the priests they respected and admired.
All the Mayan gods have fallen, and everything is left in decay. In this chaotic world that is a hundred times more cruel than the dark jungle, the last bit of tenderness and tranquility does not exist.

In the cave, despair and madness intertwine, and the brilliance and ugliness of human nature coexist.
The sounds of biting and howling like a hundred demons parading at night filled the cave, and soon chaos and slaughter began to spread.

Larger and more deformed monsters appeared on the ground of the Mayan world, and this situation was quickly reported to Downs by Perron.

……

In the Silver Palace, the avatars of the Slavic gods were still in the Mayan world suppressing the sudden riot, but their original bodies were kneeling on the ground here.

No one knew better than them that they had screwed up.

No matter what the God-King's motives were, at least on the surface, he decisively chose to reject the surrender of Maya and other three gods in order to take into account the position of the Slavic pantheon, and then in the process of devouring the three worlds, he gave them the task of suppressing the unrest.

This is more than just a simple gaffe. It is likely to affect His Majesty Tangs's grand plan and even the future direction of the Jinlunga world.

Their legs were trembling, and they dared not even breathe.

The only one who didn't kneel was the goddess Siwa who was holding the little princess - the [Domination] goddess Ekaterina. It wasn't that she didn't want to, but she didn't dare. If she dared to kneel, it would be a bit like forcing the emperor to abdicate.

This is not helping, but harming her compatriots.

It was a bit beyond the imagination of the Slavic gods that Downs did not get angry. Instead, he turned his attention to the core gods under his command.

"My dear friends, what do you think?"

Enki, the god of the sea and irrigation, knew that he must have been named, so he was the first to step out and salute, saying, "Your Majesty, in my opinion, this situation seems unavoidable."

"Oh?"

"No matter what your majesty chooses, Jinlunga must take the risk. After all, each world has its own will. The more critical the moment, the more intense the backlash of the world's will. The world corrupting itself is also a form of resistance."

(End of this chapter)