Stupid Odin

Few noticed how Downs sent Odin flying. Most only saw a large footprint, which should have belonged to a clan giant, appear and disappear out of nowhere, as if it were an illusion.

Odin was sent flying.

This was actually the Sword Soul, using Ymir's soul to unleash a soul flying kick with [Sky]!

The damage wasn't great, but the insult was maxed out!

However, this clearly told Odin that all his efforts had been in vain.

Even as Downs said this, he used the [Midgard Sword] to end the suffering of the 'four-legged celestial horse,' Sleipnir.

In fact, Downs turned his head and caught a glimpse of the unbearable look on Loki's face. After Downs killed the horse, Loki instead revealed a relieved expression.

On the surface, Downs continued to mock Odin: "Oh, I'm sorry! Having fallen into chaos, you no longer have a horse and can only run on your own."

Downs' actions directly caused Odin's blood pressure to soar to the limit. His eyes bloodshot, he gritted his teeth and roared: "Downs—what I hate most is that superior expression of yours—"

"A God-King, isn't that the supreme being?" Downs leisurely stroked the magnificent celestial horse [Asgard] beneath him: "If you're not convinced, I'll beat you until you are!"

"Shut up! Shut up! All of you shut up—" The divine blood flowing from Odin's wounds was a bit of a mixed bag, containing both golden divine blood and a thick, mud-like chaotic liquid, making the chaotic Odin look incredibly terrifying.

The change in fate had far exceeded the situation described in the epic [Edda].

In fact, at this point, Downs didn't know which direction the world would develop, nor did he know what trump cards the chaotic Odin still had.

Downs wasn't in a hurry. As a God-King, he was destined to be the challenger. He had enough trump cards and confidence to see what ruthless moves Odin still had.

Sure enough, Odin unleashed his power.

While viciously cursing Downs, he stirred up his own flowing blood.

Downs clearly saw that Odin's divine blood, fused with the power of chaos, actually formed something similar to mist.

The turbid mist lingered, constantly rising, expanding, and churning. The final form was over five kilometers in size based on visual estimation alone, and the shape was somewhat like a giant mammoth, but since when could mammoths fly in the sky?

Without a doubt, this was another nightmare woven from the power of chaos.

And this nightmare was still growing, absorbing the scattered corpses and flesh around the battlefield.

It was unimaginable how much damage this beast would cause to the world centered on the World Tree if it were truly filled with flesh according to the size of the mist… and then Odin actually succeeded.

"Is he trying to stitch together a super chaotic monster?" Downs muttered to himself with slight displeasure.

At this time, he didn't want to think about it at all.

Directly call the will of the Jormungandr World!

World! Are you going to take care of this or not?

…

The biggest problem with the world's will was its slow reaction, but at this time, the world's will was highly synchronized with Downs' thinking.

Just as Downs snapped his fingers, thick branches suddenly grew rapidly from the depths of the earth.

Upon closer inspection, it could be seen that those were actually all roots of the World Tree.

Countless roots protruded into the sky, and the exaggerated chaotic mist团 dissipated on the spot in front of the roots, while those corpses and flesh entangled by the power of chaos also broke apart inch by inch, scattering into the sky and falling back to the ground.

"No—" Odin was dumbfounded. How could he have imagined that Downs could actually make the World Tree directly take action?

Since the formation of the Jormungandr World, the World Tree had been playing the role of absorbing chaos, purifying, and transforming the power of chaos.

There was no second existence in the world that could clear chaos better than the World Tree.

This was simply hitting Odin's weak spot.

"No! No! No—" Odin roared, decisively abandoning the terrifying idea of condensing a newly born chaotic monster outside his body.

Odin didn't give up. His next move was… to make himself become that monster!

As a large amount of turbid, yellowish-mud-like chaotic aura was inhaled, Odin's body began to grow crazily, breaking through a hundred meters in height in the blink of an eye. During this process, his height constantly grew larger and smaller, because during this process, Downs and the World Tree synchronized, constantly pulling his hind legs.

Countless roots of the World Tree grew out of the earth, like vines, entangling Odin's limbs, and in the process of his body rapidly growing larger and his perception declining, roots constantly inserted into every corner of his body.

The seemingly blunt branches plunged into Odin's chaotic skin, immediately spreading out circles of green ripples visible to the naked eye.

These ripples spread in all directions, rippling on Odin's body surface like water waves. Wherever the green ripples went, the flesh that had been absorbed by the power of chaos also shattered inch by inch. In a few breaths, large swathes of flesh became fragmented.

These flesh and blood, decomposed by the power of order, could no longer be entangled by the power of chaos.

Because of this, Odin was even more furious!

"Downs! Do you dare to let my power become complete?!"

Downs replied mockingly: "Pfft! Foolish Odin! Are you asking me if you can tear down my palace? The answer is of course—no!"

Knowing that you're using a big move, I still won't interrupt you. Do I dislike that your destructive power isn't enough?

Odin continued to rage uselessly. He tried his best to destroy the roots of the World Tree, but if he could destroy one, more roots would plunge into his body, destroying the chaotic biological tissue in his body, which caused his body to swell irregularly and he was already a little unable to maintain his human form.

But Odin noticed that the World Tree roots controlled by Downs could not completely destroy him, at most they could prevent his body from growing further.

"Downs! You can't kill me! You wait! I'll come and kill you soon—"

At least Odin said one thing right, he couldn't be killed by the roots of the World Tree alone.

Downs wasn't in a hurry at all, and even riding on horseback, he still had the leisure to survey the surrounding battle situation.

Downs readily admitted this point: "Yes! The World Tree can no longer do anything to you."

"You know that much! Let me go! Let us have a fair and square showdown!"

Such a naive and ridiculous statement made Downs laugh out loud for once: "Whether it's a hero or a king, they have one thing in common—they never sit still and wait for death. Okay, I admit I'm waiting. But I'm waiting for the sword to be completed, so what are you waiting for?

Waiting for the sword to be completed?

Odin's face changed several times in an instant.

He finally realized what Downs' overt scheme was.

Not far from them, one of the battles between fierce beasts finally came to an end.