Stupid Odin

The once lush, emerald green west coast of Emerald Island (Ireland) was now filled with a foul miasma.

Everywhere were small puddles filled with chaotic liquid, directly causing large swathes of trees to wither and die. A plague called [Chaos] had slaughtered countless living beings, from large birds and beasts to small ants and other insects.

The living creatures here either died or turned into various deformed monsters.

Chaos showed signs of spreading throughout the entire island.

After the only organized resistance force on the island—the Tuatha Dé Danann—was wiped out, nothing could stop Odin's grand plan of Chaos… or so it should have been!

Recently, a 'ghost' had appeared.

Keeping a large group of Fomorian giants was a very troublesome matter. Only those who had managed giants knew that these guys had bottomless stomachs. There was no way Odin could prepare a dedicated supply force for these guys; they had to be left to fend for themselves.

He allowed these guys to run to the sea to find food. The only requirement was that at least half of them remained on Emerald Island.

Five giants were wandering aimlessly around the island when, very abruptly, a streak of scarlet gun-light descended from above.

Under normal circumstances, these giants, who were generally as tall as two adult humans, were difficult for human attacks to hit vital spots. Human arrows were too weak to penetrate their thick muscles and tough, shark-skin-like hides. Even if they were shot in the eyes, there might not be enough kinetic energy to actually pierce their eyeballs and go straight into their heads, killing them.

Aerial attacks were an exception!

All of this happened too quickly. The last giant in the group already had his throat pierced by a single shot.

"Cough! Gurgle…"

The strange movement of his companion behind him caused the second-to-last giant to turn his head, but little did he know that this was exactly what Cú Chulainn wanted.

After piercing that giant's throat, he nimbly pulled out his spear. The barbs on the head of [Gáe Bolg, the Barbed Spear] were enough to shred the giant's throat to pieces; that guy was doomed. His legs were like springs, and with a flip, he leapt across a distance large enough to fit five giants, pouncing in front of the giant who had turned around.

"Pfft!"

Another shot, straight through the eyeball, deep into the brain!

However, this time the commotion was a bit loud, and the giant let out a scream before he died.

Cú Chulainn leapt a second time, and a super-sized mace was already swinging down at him.

He displayed extremely exaggerated agility, managing to tap the tip of the opponent's club with his spear in mid-air, even using the force to leap upwards again, performing a true *double jump*, and then spun around, smashing the spear into the guy's face.

Originally, this attack would not have been fatal, but thanks to the assist from the fourth giant, that idiot actually swung a club at Cú Chulainn.

"Smack!" This club was so forceful that it completely smashed the third giant's face to a pulp.

Cú Chulainn once again used the fourth giant's arm as a point to push off from, pouncing over and aiming another spear at this guy's throat.

Originally, this would have been a perfect hunt.

Unexpectedly, the fifth Fomorian giant actually had some control over water elements. Just as Cú Chulainn succeeded, two water element tentacles suddenly shot out from behind that guy's neck, giving him a fierce blow.

The attack power of these water tentacles was so explosive that the moment his left ribs were struck, Cú Chulainn knew that he had broken at least two ribs.

But the indomitable rage in his heart was like a spark igniting a barrel of oil, giving his body a feeling of burning intensely.

A powerful force of light exploded within him, and the light energy quickly repaired his wounds, supporting his body and even his soul, making his movements no less than before he was injured.

He roared wildly: "Do you have any more tricks? Monster!"

As he raised his head and roared, he stabbed out the scarlet spear in his hand.

That giant was obviously stunned for a moment, probably never dreaming that this mortal would not collapse after receiving his full-force water element bombardment. After all, in his imagination, this little mortal was just a one-club kill.

But he had no chance to adjust.

The scarlet magic spear carried a strange divine power, responding to Cú Chulainn's command, and the surging spear-light drew an eerie V-shaped flight trajectory in mid-air.

It ignored the opponent's reaction, simply declaring the result of [Hit] in advance by means of causality! Accurately piercing the opponent's heart!

The man followed the spear!

Cú Chulainn's movements seemed to have been accelerated by two times. By the time the giant reacted, this strange mortal was already standing in front of him, at a place as high as his waist, holding the scarlet magic spear high, the spear already deeply piercing the giant's heart.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo!" Looking at the fallen giant, Cú Chulainn gasped for breath: "That's the 233rd!"

The physical strength required to kill a giant was far greater than that required to kill a mortal warrior.

Just then, five dazzling rays of light suddenly came from outside the forest.

These rays of light came so quickly that even Cú Chulainn, with his skills, couldn't dodge them.

No!

It should be said that with his strength, he wasn't qualified to dodge!

Because what was coming was the 'Five-Colored Cannon' [Brionac]!

"Ah—" Cú Chulainn screamed, finally injured and falling to the ground.

Just as he unwillingly looked up at the opposite side, a huge and terrifying figure smashed through one枯tree after another, each as thick as a man's embrace, and strode proudly in front of him.

"Mortal hero! You should feel fortunate! The one who is taking care of you is I—Odin, the King of Chaos who is about to dominate this world!"

"Odin?!" Cú Chulainn suddenly started laughing wildly while spitting blood: "Haha! A guy like me can attract the attention of the Chaos leader, doesn't that just prove that there's no one in your Chaos?"

Odin's face darkened.

This foul-mouthed guy really hit the nail on the head!

He had no one under him.

Cú Chulainn's ghostly guerrilla tactics were indeed making Odin's flesh ache.

Giants weren't weeds that grew out of the roadside. With such exaggerated appetites, giants were bound to be at the top of the food chain, destined to be few in number.

So many giants had died, and even if a considerable portion of them couldn't be counted because they were free-range, it was enough to make Odin's flesh ache.

It just so happened that few of his subordinates were capable of great use.

Erlita had to command the army! Bres was a military waste! Lancelot had too little mobility! Those captured Tuatha Dé Danann hadn't been transformed yet!

Against a guerrilla genius like Cú Chulainn, if Odin didn't take action himself, no one could deal with him.

Odin grinned: "It doesn't matter! As long as you join my command! Won't I have someone to use then!"

"No! I would rather die than surrender to you!" Cú Chulainn tried to commit suicide with his magic spear.

Unexpectedly, [Brionac] actually knocked [Gáe Bolg, the Barbed Spear] away at once!

As expected, the difference in rank between treasures wasn't so easily overcome.

No matter what, [Brionac] was also the magic spear used by Cú Chulainn's father, Lugh!

"It's not up to you!" Odin raised his hand, grinning as he dragged the injured Cú Chulainn away.