Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 289 The Elegy of the Egyptian World

If this was the finger of a world-class giant, perhaps this finger would be a billion points thicker and longer.

The length of the flaming 'fingers' was measured in kilometers. The blazing light on them was like the radiance of the scorching sun, easily permeating the sky. The sand grains carried by the strong wind below were swirling in the air, but they were melted by the unimaginable high temperature.

The rough gravel melted into translucent sticky droplets. When these droplets accidentally met in mid-air, the whirlwind rolled them up and drew them into threads, presenting strange arcs.

From the perspective of the gods, one can see that the divine power that Set infused into the sandstorm tornado is being disintegrated in large pieces.

The sandstorm was indeed trying hard to hold up the giant finger that was carrying the sun's destruction.

It’s a pity that Set is using the power of a single divine domain in a broken world to resist the power of all the fire elements in an entire fire world.

And this is not the Muspelheim of ancient times, but an upgraded version of Muspelheim that was added with excess fire elements after Kinlunga annexed multiple worlds.

The power of its flame is more than three times stronger than that of Surtur's time.
The violent roar of flames splashed out from the side of the sandstorm tornado, foreshadowing Set's failure to control the situation.

A world of flames poured down, and its power backfired on his divine body through the sandstorm tornado. The scene was quite ugly.

The golden shoulder armor on his left shoulder first shattered "inexplicably", and then the dark red divine blood mixed with red sand spurted out like a waterfall on his shoulder. On his raised arms, many parts of the flesh were burned into charred holes, and inexplicable scarlet flames flowed from between his fingers.

And around him, the phantom of the tens of millions of years old desert dynasty condensed by his divine power was collapsing.

Not only Horus on the opposite side, but even the other gods around Set were stunned by this scene.

If the attributes of the divine power are not right, even if you want to save someone, you will end up doing more harm than good.

In the sky, the giant flaming sword that reached the sky and penetrated the earth continued to press down like the finger of a world giant towards the giant ant that could stir up strong winds and sandstorms.

The size of Set's sandstorm shrank visibly, and the blade of the huge fire sword penetrated the clouds and continued to crush the tiny sandstorm below.

At some point, Seth was left with only his left arm still raised high, struggling to support himself. The five fingers of his right hand, with bulging veins, dug deeply into the gravel beneath him.

Sand dunes within a thousand miles rolled and wailed like living things, and the entire desert became a pot of boiling water, boiling completely.

All the desert and storm forces in this world flow into Set's body like rivers into the sea.

In fact, this is not a wise decision. The power in nature has not been purified, and the purity of the power temporarily seized will be quite low.

Seth no longer cared.

“Ahhh—” He roared and struggled, but was unable to stop the Sword of Muspelheim from falling down.

Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound from this side of the world.

This is the sigh of the world and the sigh of all Set supporters.

Within a range of hundreds of kilometers, the hurricane carrying sand and gravel suddenly solidified.

The outer flames that reached the sky and the earth and seemed to burn the entire world to ashes occupied the entire field of vision of the onlookers.

In full view of everyone, the Sword of the God of Fire finally fell, nailing the struggling God of Sandstorm deep into the sand.

A terrifying glass crack appeared, several kilometers long and hundreds of meters deep.

Up to this moment, Set had not yet completely fallen.

He was like a prey being pierced alive on a barbecue fork. He was still twitching all over and trying to resist, but nothing he did was of any use.

At the last moment, the gods of Set's camp retreated in horror.

Seeing Set fall to this state, no one dared to approach him. They could only sense from afar with divine power and watch the death of Set, the god of desert and storm. Set weakened rapidly, and the yellowish light on his body dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, but his vicious curses did not stop.

"I am the supreme god of the Egyptian world! Mine! All mine... Anyone who stands in my way must die, Osiris! Tangs! Horus! You all deserve to die! I curse you - I curse you in the name of this desert, your descendants and believers will be swallowed by the desert -"

His curse made Gilgamesh frown and silently, with a flip of his wrist, the piercing fire sword suddenly twisted, and a terrifying flame that was enough to turn a large plain into a purgatory on earth gushed out from the sword, swallowing up all of Set's last curse.

A whispered sigh seemed to be heard between heaven and earth.

Set, the god of desert and storm, died!
Gilgamesh, standing in the air in the sky, swung the sword in his hand, put out the remaining fire on the sword, turned the sword horizontally, held the sword with both hands, and bowed his head.

"Father God, I have found out that the following gods from Set's line are not suitable to join the Aesir, including..." He named several names, all of which were evil gods who colluded with Set.

This list is a classic death warrant.

Enkidu, Ishtar, and a group of former Akkadian gods under Gilgamesh rushed out ferociously to destroy these evil Egyptian gods who were marked as enemies.

"No, I am..."

"Do not kill me!"

"I am willing to surrender!"

"Damn it, you won't even accept surrender?"

"Then let's die together!"

Waves of violent elemental fluctuations rose between heaven and earth, accompanied by flickering lights and shadows, and screams.

The Egyptian gods named could not escape death, and the gods of Set who were not named dared not intervene to rescue or speak casually. They could only stand there stupidly, looking at Gilgamesh, the leader, to please him and beg for mercy.

Soon, the world returned to silence.

It's over, it's all over.

From the time when Set and Horus went to war, after various accidents, only about one-third of the Egyptian gods from their heyday have survived to the present day.

Horus's revenge for his father's murder had finally come to an end. He should have been happy, but at this moment his heart was empty.

Although he avenged his father, he also lost his position as God-King.

It is false to say that Horus is not lost.

Just as he was daydreaming, his mother Isis poked him.

Only then did Horus realize that the Aesir and the gods under him had already set their sights on him.

He suddenly remembered that he had promised to join the Aesir.

Without hesitation, he hurried out of the line and bowed from afar to the extremely tall and huge shadow in the sky.

"Minister Horus pays homage to His Majesty, Lord Downs Paulson—"

In one word, a status was established.

As the last god who had a chance to stand up and resist Downs' annexation of the Egyptian world broke his own spine and bent his once precious knees to the foreign god-king, the last glimmer of hope for a comeback in the Egyptian world was completely extinguished.

A strange sound of wind echoed in the Egyptian world.

That is the world's tragedy!
That is the swan song of destruction!
(End of this chapter)