Stupid Odin

In Odin's view, any power struggle within a god race was bound to be bloody. Even though his older brother, Tangs, treated him so well, once he completely defected and joined Chaos, Tangs would have no choice but to kill him, at most leaving behind his remnant soul.

Odin felt that this would be the same even among the Danu gods.

Under normal circumstances, the Danu gods would not have let Bres off so easily.

This was Odin's judgment as a party involved.

Only Tangs, the transmigrator, knew that in mythology, the Danu gods had surprisingly let Bres off, first imprisoning him and then even allowing Bres and his wife to resume their roles as the [Gods of Agriculture].

It was precisely because of the Danu gods' widespread indecisiveness that the god race further fragmented, and internal conflicts greatly weakened their power, ultimately leading to their overthrow by the Milesians from the south, with the remaining members sinking to the bottom of the sea to live.

Again, if betrayal comes without a price, then anyone can betray!

But now, Odin's actions were not wrong.

Odin's only mistake was that he had once again chosen the wrong side, and because he suggested that Bres seek out his father's race, the Fomorian giants, he had essentially pushed himself into the cause and effect of the Danu gods' internal strife, placing himself once again on the crest of the wave between Order and Chaos.

At this moment, Tangs, who was passively observing this scene in the sky, almost burst out laughing.

"My foolish brother! How can you make the same mistake again and again? You are hopeless."

Being weaker than your own people and unwilling to accept defeat, you then slapped your forehead and ran to seek foreign aid, and that foreign aid is Chaos!

Aren't you forcing the world's will to target you like crazy?

Tangs sighed, "My good brother never disappoints me when it comes to being disappointing!"

Sure enough, throwing Odin's remnant soul into the Celtic world had a miraculous effect.

As a transmigrator, Tangs knew how tragic the Second Battle of Mag Tuired between the Danu gods and the Fomorians was. This battle directly led to the fall of both leaders.

The Danu gods emerged with a pyrrhic victory.

Just then, Tangs felt a trace of destiny's palpitation.

He suddenly saw a prophetic vision concerning Odin…

"Interesting! Interesting! Too interesting!"

The butterfly effect inherently possesses great inevitability and randomness.

What would happen if the Fomorian giants, who had never defeated the Danu gods in Celtic mythology, were joined by an Odin with the talent of a God-King?

Tangs suddenly felt the joy of Loki as the God of Mischief.

If Tangs were to shout "I want to see blood flowing like a river" right now, he estimated that he would immediately shift a large portion towards the Chaos camp.

All of this was happening so interestingly, and developing in a direction that was objectively more beneficial to the Aesir gods of another world, so Tangs, the mastermind, naturally ceased interfering.

Nuada would probably have to make his famous [Silver Hand] ahead of schedule. This was a magical arm that could be used by gods, combining metal and flesh. With this arm, Nuada could rally the Danu gods and regain control.

In short, this arm was a cheat.

The ancestral laws cannot be changed, and only a complete body can be a God-King. In the end, the gods couldn't stand an idiotic leader, so they tacitly acknowledged that Nuada with a prosthetic limb was 'complete'.

This operation was ridiculous!

Making a new arm for Nuada would take time, so Tangs took advantage of this time to spy on Odin's operations…

The sun was setting.

The twilight shrouded in thick Chaos clouds was like the burning out of the last trace of Order energy in the world, looking incomparably turbid.

A troop of cavalry was running frantically towards the seaside, with attendants occasionally deserting along the way, seemingly falling behind, but actually running back to the Danu gods' side.

The dignified God-King Bres was ultimately just a God-King in name without a foundation.

What surprised Bres's other attendants was that the most steadfast in resistance was actually the divine servant, Austin.

It felt as if the courage of the two parties was reversed.

Instead of Bres, the God-King, making a firm decision, the God-King was being pushed along by a mortal servant.

"Austin, hasn't Nuada lost his hand? He, he can't be the God-King."

"Your Majesty, do not underestimate the magic of the gods! As long as Nuada makes himself whole again in some form, the gods will support Nuada and launch a tragic purge against you." Odin's nose was almost crooked with anger, cursing Bres in his heart while having to patiently coax this waste.

"This, indeed…" Bres acknowledged Odin's statement.

This upside-down, chaotic feeling was very unsettling to onlookers.

"Your Majesty, do you have a way to contact the Fomorian giants?"

"Of, of course."

"That's good." If he could, Odin wouldn't want to be the one to escalate the war, but once you've been exposed to Chaos power, it's easy to become path-dependent.

Odin was well aware that with his current remnant soul, even if he were given a powerful divine body, he would not be able to restore his peak strength.

Chaos was different.

Fusing a large number of souls in a short period of time could at least allow him to regain power comparable to the gods in terms of quantity.

As for whether fusing other souls would overwhelm his soul body or cause him to lose himself, that was not something Odin needed to consider.

Compared to becoming a monster, the sense of loss from his recent weakness was the greatest torment for Odin.

Once upon a time, he had the strength to challenge the God-King's throne, but now he had a demigod body but had become useless due to his low soul strength.

How could the ambitious and arrogant Odin accept this?

If Odin had been imprisoned in the soul prison for ten or eight years before being released, perhaps Odin would not think this way.

But how many days had it been since Odin's rebellion failed?

It was precisely at this time of resentment that he had escaped.

Not causing trouble would not be Odin.

A hilarious scene appeared.

When Bres tremblingly blew the conch used to contact the Fomorian giants, within a few minutes, the sea stirred up 'giant waves'!

Seven or eight people high, the triangular waves were indeed shocking in the eyes of Bres and his other attendants.

After all, these giant waves were enough to smash the reefs on the coast to pieces.

In Odin's eyes, it was nothing.

When he saw those so-called Chaos giants, Odin had only one thought in his mind:

They have the nerve to call themselves giants?

Even though the Aesir gods were three people tall, the giants Odin had seen in the past were easily ten people tall!

Odin never liked looking up to his opponents, because he knew that no matter how tall his opponent was, he had a way to cut them down to his size.

A famous scene appeared.

Bres retreated several steps timidly, while Austin, who looked quite ordinary, remained standing in place, allowing the waves to crash in front of his feet, and fearlessly staring at the few 'giants' who were less than two human heights tall emerging from the sea.