Stupid Odin

Downs had a feeling that the chaos-infused Odin might not be that strong.

Odin had turned to chaos, but judging by his still somewhat coherent mind, he hadn't fully committed.

Perhaps he was thinking of using the power of chaos to defeat Downs, indulge in revenge and humiliation, then dust himself off, expel the power of chaos, and finally, cleanly ascend the throne of the God-King.

Odin also knew that falling into chaos would make him ugly. For example, in the giant legion, Downs saw six-headed chaos mutant giants. If Downs saw it, there's no way Odin didn't.

This is a typical case of 'wanting power without paying the price'.

When Downs deduced this far, he once wondered, 'Could Odin be this naive?'

It seemed that Odin was mostly thinking and acting this way.

[Cowardly walking proudly in front of the world], [Ascending the God-King's throne without paying a price], [Not even getting his own hands dirty in war]... These actions, which sound contradictory and even paradoxical, are precisely Odin's style.

Whether in the epic "Edda" or in this life, the one who helped Odin achieve his goals through despicable means when he lacked wisdom was Loki, and Loki was also the scapegoat.

But without Loki, even Odin's last channel for opportunistic tricks was cut off by Downs, and he still used the power of chaos hesitantly and cautiously.

If you, Odin, don't lose, then who will?

When five chaos beasts of earth-shattering size were either killed, or fell into disadvantage, or even had their souls extracted on the spot by Downs and placed into the [Nine Realms Sword] to become sword spirits, Odin finally panicked.

The sword spirit of the [Asgard Sword] is missing?

Then what could be more suitable than him, a member of the royal family?

Moreover, he had turned to chaos and was expelled from the 'realm register' by the world's will. Downs acted without any scruples!

If he didn't fight now, would he wait until he became a sword spirit?

"Downs—" Odin roared with a earth-shattering cry, and immediately a series of terrifying rumbles came from him and the depths of the earth.

Everyone on the battlefield was momentarily stunned, instinctively glancing at the depths below.

Only Downs, who had once picked branches from the World Tree with Odin to use as weapons, knew that the place where the rumbles originated was the core of the World Tree.

There, the World Tree was constantly converting the chaotic aura into the power of order.

This terrifying energy was harmless at any other time because it was suppressed by the World Tree. Now, summoned by Odin, the rumble of this boiling chaotic power sounded like an ancient behemoth roaring.

The power of chaos was responding to Odin's call in this way.

It was imaginable what a terrifying result would occur when this super-exaggerated concentration and volume of chaotic power merged into Odin's body…

The huge tremor was rapidly approaching the surface. Suddenly, before all the onlookers could react, Odin's entire body flew up.

At this time, Odin's height had already exceeded a hundred meters. This size was not much different from a ten-thousand-ton ship. Only the material adsorbed by the chaotic aura was somewhat insufficient, making him actually a little bloated.

Don't look at the chaos-infused Odin with his thick arms and legs, in fact, the chaotic aura accounted for most of it.

In this world set as [Material] by Downs, he could not adsorb things, and his weight could not increase.

Ten thousand tons of weight was definitely not possible, but close to a thousand tons was unavoidable.

It was this Odin who was actually grabbed by the shoulder by a giant eagle of light transformed from a [Vanaheim Sword] and pulled into the sky.

During this process, Odin did not try to resist.

As soon as he raised his right arm, the phantom of the fire giant Surtr appeared beside him, and the [Muspelheim Sword], magnified in phantom form, pierced through his arm, even directly into Odin's right rib. The violent firelight spewing out of Odin's huge body could be seen along with his ribs and surface muscles.

"Ah—" Under the eyes of the crowd, Odin let out a scream that was enough to demoralize all chaotic creatures.

This was just the beginning. When Odin wanted to move his left arm, a bright and dazzling ice flower suddenly exploded on his left arm. This time, the one who stabbed him was his ancestor, the frost giant Ymir's phantom.

It was the [Jotunheim Sword]!

Ice and fire, two completely different attributes, were already enough to make Odin uncomfortable. Immediately afterward, the fourth [Midgard Sword] pierced into his back, and the huge phantom was the sea god Aegir.

The fifth [Helheim Sword], wielded by Ran's phantom, stabbed into Odin's abdomen.

At this point, Odin was already in so much pain that he couldn't cry out.

The torture was not over!

The sixth [Vanaheim Sword] was pierced through his left thigh by Njord, and the seventh [Svartalfheim Sword], transformed by the evil dragon Fafnir's phantom fangs, pierced directly through his right foot, right calf, and thigh.

The most pungent eighth [Niflheim], Nidhogg did not attack directly, but summoned a thick fog, inducing the chaotic power gushing out of the depths of the earth to leave.

Odin, who could no longer obtain the chaotic power and body fragment replenishment, could no longer withstand the joint strangulation of the seven divine swords, and his body began to shrink rapidly.

Hundred meters, fifty meters, thirty meters… six meters!

This scene simply stunned the rest of the chaos forces.

Where was the majestic and powerful chaos Odin in the sky just now?

Outsiders were cut off, and Odin, who had exhausted his inner strength, looked like an ordinary Aesir god at this moment.

No!

He was not even as good as an ordinary Aesir god.

Aesir gods would not be as thin as mummies like him.

Odin shrank, and the light on the seven divine swords also weakened, no longer maintaining giant size and conjuring sword spirits, but continued to stick to Odin in ordinary form.

If you ignore that there are seven such swords, then Odin now looks a bit like roasted chicken wings.

A huge shadow shrouded Odin's head. Odin instinctively raised his head, and suddenly, the heavens and earth, which had already been dimmed by the chaotic aura, suddenly shone brightly, as if a rising sun driving away the darkness. A figure that did not look tall but felt infinitely elevated stood between Odin and the sun.

"Big… Big brother…" Odin weakly said.

"Heh? My foolish brother! You know to call me 'Big Brother' now?" Downs did not hide the mockery on his face.

"I, I was wrong!"

Downs could not know how much courage it took Odin to say the three words 'I was wrong'.

He only knew that it was really not easy.

Odin was worthy of being a hero!

As long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would not give up.

Seeing that he could not win and could not shirk responsibility, he decisively admitted defeat.

Pity…

"It's too late!" Downs sighed: "If betraying the world does not require paying a price, then anyone can betray it."