Stupid Odin

Chapter 123: The New Queen is...

Thangr's approach to the martial arts competition was quite fair.

All half-bloods were forbidden from participating!

This meant that Thor, the acknowledged next-generation powerhouse within the Aesir, was ineligible to compete. Thangr's two sons, Baldr and Heimdall, who were more inclined towards the Aesir, were similarly barred from participating.

This directly prevented the possibility of brothers fighting each other, even to the point of bloodshed.

Thangr's move stunned the pure-blooded Aesir on the spot.

Might makes right, but the problem was that the pure-blooded Aesir didn't seem mighty enough!

Their faces turned pale in an instant.

They couldn't help but cast resentful glances at Frigg—it's all your fault; if you could have bewitched the God-King, there wouldn't be so much trouble.

Frigg was also suffering!

She just couldn't understand why her noble, beautiful, and generous temperament couldn't handle a God-King from a barbaric background.

She had given the sweet talk but thrown away the cannonballs.

In the end, the pure-blooded Aesir still had to compete with the giants in strength?

If Freyja had snatched the position, Frigg would definitely be unconvinced.

But alas, Freyja's father's head was still hanging on a sword as an ornament, so Freyja had no chance!

This time, the pure-blooded Aesir also had quite a few 'generals'.

That's just how the world is; even if you've both slain enemies, sometimes seemingly powerful enemies aren't truly powerful.

As comrades, they wouldn't really fight to the death.

This martial arts competition was a step where, even if they didn't fight to the death, at least blood would be drawn.

It was truly not to be taken lightly.

Thangr and his sons gathered together, watching the noisy selection of contestants below, and couldn't help but feel a sense of detached nobility.

Thor whispered in a volume of 80 decibels, "Luckily, I don't have to choose."

Thangr: "None of your business! If it weren't for that enemy instigating things, this kind of trouble wouldn't have even happened."

"Who is that enemy?" Thor asked stupidly.

"A fellow I don't want to become an enemy. But some things, I can't stop even if I want to." Thangr showed such a helpless expression, leaving all his sons dumbfounded.

Wait, hold on, didn't that enemy sound like one of their own?

After arguing for a while, the two groups finally sent out their contestants. Thangr knew at a glance that the giants were sure to win.

Vanguard: Hyrrokkin, the strongest giant on Earth.

Middle Guard: Skadi, the Goddess of Winter.

General: Hela, the Goddess of Death!

Looking at the pure-blooded Aesir on the other side:

Vanguard: God A!

Middle Guard: God B!

General: Ullr, the God of Archery!

Logically speaking, Thangr felt that, purely from a competitive standpoint, if the other side replaced God A or B with Frigg, it might be more interesting.

But alas, Frigg couldn't personally participate; it would be unseemly for her to personally fight.

Skadi, on the other hand, wasn't so particular; she didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all.

However, this grand martial arts competition involving the fate of the Aesir showed a one-sided trend.

As the strongest giant on Earth, even Odin and his two sons found it difficult to subdue Hyrrokkin.

With an incredibly simple and violent charge, this terrifying giant, several dozen stories tall, suddenly moved several times faster.

The visual impact this brought to the opposing Aesir was undoubtedly terrifying.

The feeling of the distance suddenly closing was like being violently struck head-on by a building.

It wasn't that this Aesir hadn't enlarged himself, but his talent was just like that; he could only become 18 meters tall at most. This size was enough for ordinary giants, but against Hyrrokkin, it was like a child facing an adult.

This guy hadn't even reacted yet, and just clumsily wanted to raise his weapon to block, even releasing a magic arrow with considerable power.

However, Hyrrokkin used his metal-like skin with unimaginable defensive power to endure it. The elemental radiance exploded on his body, like setting off a small firework.

Then, violence descended!

The flint giant club was a semi-divine artifact, and coupled with Hyrrokkin's terrifying power, this strike couldn't be said to be earth-shattering, but it was at least earth-splitting.

With one club down, if that guy hadn't tilted his head at the last moment, only having his left shoulder shattered, he would most likely have gone to report to Hela on the other side on the spot.

Then, in the second match, even if that Aesir made targeted arrangements, he was still swept away by Hyrrokkin's brute force.

The pure-blooded Aesir's faces turned ugly.

This meant that unless Ullr, the God of Archery, could win three in a row, they would most likely lose.

Before the third battle, Loki jumped up and down, giving Hyrrokkin ideas.

"Hyrrokkin! Ullr's bow is very sharp; he can shoot you in the ear or eyeball from unexpected angles. These are your few weaknesses."

"Then what should I do?"

"Are you good at fighting blind?"

"Not bad! When I can't see anything in the dark, I also fight by feeling."

"Then put this on!" Loki very cynically took out a huge iron bucket. This thing was originally used by dwarves to hold hot ironware.

Ignoring the fact that this thing had no visibility, it was like a classic full-coverage helmet.

Loki also didn't let go of the only gap below the iron bucket. He had Hyrrokkin wrap a thick iron chain around his neck. When fighting, this thing would have the effect of a giant version of chainmail.

After the start of the battle, knowing that Hyrrokkin's body was as hard as steel, Ullr could only tentatively shoot an arrow. This arrow was very tricky, actually circling halfway in mid-air, shooting in from the angle of Hyrrokkin's left rear shoulder, directly aiming for his relatively fragile throat.

Unfortunately, this strike was blocked by the chain.

This was the only attack Ullr could make.

Judging Ullr's position, Hyrrokkin pounced over, using his invincible steel body to crush Ullr in close combat.

The poor God of Archery broke five ribs for this martial arts competition…

The moment the result came out, all the pure-blooded Aesir were dumbfounded.

"One against three, he actually really won three in a row!"

"Is the difference in strength really that far?"

The results were too cruel, so much so that they dared not imagine how strong the later Skadi and Hela would be.

Both of them had achievements.

Skadi had defeated a Vanir goddess. And Hela had even killed Lan.

The pure-blooded Aesir were dejected. In any case, they had to accept this defeat, and didn't even dare to have any more complaints.

The giants naturally cheered and celebrated this victory belonging to the giants.

This was what it meant to have the biggest fist!

Thangr stood up from the God-King's throne, met the gazes of countless expectant eyes, and announced the Queen while the iron was hot.

"I announce! The Queen I have chosen is… Jord!"

Jord!

A standard female giant.

It sounded like there was nothing wrong with it.

Thangr also fulfilled his promise.

The problem was that ten years ago, Jord, who had returned to Jotunheim, had died in battle against rebellious giants.