Stupid Odin

Siegfried: "I think so too. And he didn't react to my gestures."

Beowulf turned serious and asked, "That thing about the Twilight, is it true?"

Siegfried said earnestly, "Absolutely! I set off after the [Twilight]! I saw His Majesty cut off Odin's head with my own eyes!"

Beowulf: "I really don't know what His Majesty is thinking, actually letting Odin out. But, everything should be within His Majesty's calculations, right?"

"Alas, His Majesty probably couldn't bear to completely wipe him out, destroying Odin's soul. Now we can only take it one step at a time. Who would have thought that this broken world wouldn't even have a single bell."

"No, it's okay. More and more of our own are coming to this world, proving that His Majesty hasn't given up on us."

"Of course!" Siegfried nodded: "Odin couldn't have escaped in such a short time. There must be a deeper meaning from His Majesty in this. Let's not recognize each other, silently do our own thing, and wait for the opportunity."

"Okay!"

On the other side, of the many spies that Downs sent out, quite a few were lost on the world barrier at the beginning. He never expected that he would actually infiltrate both the positive and negative camps of the Tuatha Dé Danann.

And this is still in a state of no contact.

Once contact is made, then it will be wonderful.

On the side of the Aesir, the first to master Divine Descent was naturally Hela.

Her magical talent was already not low, she had deeply inherited Loki's true teachings, and in addition, she had the blessing of the power of the God of Death. She was the first to achieve cross-space Divine Descent, able to project her clone from Helheim to Asgard.

"Not bad, what if it's like this?" On the supreme throne of the Silver Palace, Downs slightly opened his wide-area mental shield, and Hela's clone suddenly had a burst of light and shadow distortion, and even the wisp of divided soul embedded in the clone was expelled from the Silver Palace, crossing space back to Helheim.

After Downs retracted his mental shield, Hela chuckled and projected her clone back into the Silver Palace.

"As expected of His Majesty!" Hela respectfully saluted.

Downs supported his cheek with his hand: "So, one-way soul projection is unreliable. What you need is a fanatical believer who is absolutely devout to you, willing to burn their soul and body for you, and it's best if she can actively fit your soul."

"Then what is this kind of person called..."

"[God's Chosen]!"

For transmigrators, this is almost a consensus among all fantasy enthusiasts. But for the god-level barbarians of Jotunheim, this is an absolutely fresh concept.

Downs' introduction of Divine Descent directly made the gods begin to value mortal believers.

Regardless of whether they will be able to learn Divine Descent in the future, it is definitely right to hoard a few God's Chosen who fit their souls now.

In the blink of an eye, three months passed.

Gods of the Aesir have successively learned Divine Descent, even if the means are still relatively crude, it depends on who you compare them with.

Compared with Downs, their skills can be described as terrible.

Compared with the original them, and the Tuatha Dé Danann on the opposite side, this is very strong.

After all, many magics and divine arts are actually developed according to needs. What the Tuatha Dé Danann ruled was such a small island. If this wasn't the Celtic world, putting it on Earth, it would be that tiny place called Ireland. With that little population, there was no need for [Divine Descent], a divine art needed for long-distance domination.

On the contrary, the Aesir were far ahead.

But, this is not enough!

The Aesir gods have learned Divine Descent, but that doesn't mean they can successfully complete a Divine Descent.

Whether a Divine Descent is successful or not depends on the attitude of the Celtic world.

After Downs observed the Celtic world for a long time, and had his subordinates make multiple probes, he finally launched a probe into this damaged and ignorant world.

He didn't play sneaky infiltration.

This does not conform to his identity as a God-King, and besides, his power is too strong, even if he divides out even one ten-thousandth, it is still easy to cause the Celtic world barrier to rebound, so he simply threw in a clone and knocked on the door grandly.

Every independent world will instinctively reject foreign gods.

That also depends on when.

Things that are not suitable to do under normal circumstances are another matter after the other party has been severely damaged by chaos.

Downs observed for a long time, and judged from the Celtic world's retrospective nature after being damaged, order loss, order stability, energy cycle, spatial coordinates, and other situations that its condition was very bad.

It is dying.

Whenever this happens, the world's will will instinctively ask the strongest god in its world for help.

Obviously, the Celtic world failed.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be in this state of decline.

So Downs appeared.

Just the thought of [appearing] was born in Downs' mind, like the birth of a new planet, but accelerating the process by hundreds of billions, trillions of times, a seemingly perfect god (actually a clone) appeared outside the Celtic world barrier.

"Celtic world! You are injured! Do you need help from [Order]?" Downs' grand divine voice easily penetrated the world's barrier, shocking the will of the Celtic world.

Half an hour passed, and finally a weak voice came.

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[Who are you?]

"I am Downs, the God-King of the Jotunheim world! I recently completed the purification of chaos, saved the Jotunheim world, but saw that you, as a brother world, had fallen into a state of serious injury. I have no malice, this is purely a greeting from [Order]. If you think this is harassment. I will retreat now."

After saying that, the light on Downs' thousand-meter-high clone began to dissipate, as if he really wanted to leave.

Downs was gambling.

Gambling on the Celtic world's innocence!

Gambling on the Celtic world's serious injury!

The world's will is just like this, when everything is fine, it won't pay attention to whoever calls it.

Once the world's own survival is threatened, it is more anxious than anyone else.

According to legend, when the world is invaded, it will release a large amount of original power, and in a very short time, it will give birth to a pile of super-powerful individuals to resist the invaders.

The Jotunheim world where Downs is located was also badly damaged. If possible, Downs did not want to launch a war between two worlds.

And dealing with chaos is his best excuse.

[Why should I believe you?]

Downs didn't hesitate and directly showed him memory fragments about the Twilight War.

A grand and shocking declaration resounded through this void.

"I, God-King Downs * Paulsen, hereby declare—"

"I am the creator of order in the Jotunheim world!"

"I am the one who pioneered the land of order in the chaotic void!"

"The chaos of the universe is my enemy—"

"I hereby swear that until my end, I will abide by this oath, abide by this path—"

Almost as soon as Downs' voice fell, the Celtic world reacted.

The laws and order of different worlds began to intertwine, and then a series of memories were presented in Downs' spiritual sea—mountains, rivers, seas, sun, moon, stars, the rotation of the four seasons, the alternation of day and night.

Similarly, there are similar four elements of earth, water, fire, and wind, but there are more ignorant and primitive interpretations.

Unknowingly, a door to a new world opened a crack for Downs.

[I'll let you try!]