Stupid Odin

Surprised? Unexpected?

The greatest joys and sorrows of a god's life are embodied in this moment.

Until this moment arrived, Odin always thought this was his chance—to sneak a small world while his damned elder brother wasn't paying attention, to play around, and in the future, to turn the entire Celtic world into chaos, and then use it to collide with the Ginnungagap.

After all, Odin had participated in the creation of Ginnungagap. He knew very well that even if his elder brother hid many tricks in the world's laws, one world could hardly withstand the impact of another chaotic world with six-tenths of its volume.

As long as a big hole was torn out of Ginnungagap, and it was wantonly polluted, so that the [Sword of the Nine Realms] lost its power as quickly as possible, and the situation was turned into a chaotic battle, Odin would have a good chance to turn the tables.

As for what the two major worlds would become after being chaotic… Haha, Odin had already thrown himself into chaos, why would he care about that?

Complete revenge, to vent the anger of his own soul being shattered, and the rest could be discussed later.

This was Odin's entire plan.

Tragically, all of Odin's fantasies were really like a soap bubble, cruelly punctured by his relatives.

Thor, leading the charge, raised Mjolnir and laughed boisterously with a rough tone as if he wanted to shove the hammer down Odin's windpipe: "Odin! You beast! Even if you ran away, you still haven't changed! Don't you know, we've been waiting for this day so long that our butts are almost moldy."

Frey swung the [Sword of Victory] in his hand, and the bright halo illuminated Odin so much that he almost blacked out: "Everything is within His Majesty the God-King's calculations! Odin, you are just a clown dancing in a gutter!"

The left corner of Odin's mouth turned into three fleshy lobes, constantly twitching and wriggling like octopus tentacles. His body, which was inflated with chaotic power like a balloon, actually showed signs of collapse.

His whole body was trembling, his fists clenched and released, then clenched again, then twitching, his heart was incomparably disturbed: He finally managed to make some progress in his revenge, and you're telling me this is Tangs's scheme?!

Odin's entire 'being' was stunned by the cruel reality, directly causing the Fomorian Chaos Giant Legion to lose its commander-in-chief.

Fortunately, Ailata and Lancelot, as well as a group of middle-level giant commanders, were barely holding the line at the front.

This was fortunate, and also unfortunate!

The fortunate thing was that the Chaos Giant Legion did not collapse immediately.

The unfortunate thing was that Odin would rather they collapse and quickly disintegrate. As long as five or six tenths of the giants could roll back into the deep sea, then Odin would still have a chance to make a comeback.

The problem was, the Allied Forces of Mortals would not give them this chance!

King Arthur and the others, who were initially frightened and uneasy, had originally prepared to fight to the death for the world. Who would have thought that the support from that high and mighty God-King would come so timely and so powerfully.

Wasn't this a miracle?

What was a divine feat?

King Arthur raised the enhanced version of [Excalibur], and shouted loudly: "His Majesty the God-King has promised us victory! For the Celtic world! For His Majesty the God-King, charge—"

Having said that, he spurred his horse and led the charge.

Seeing the royal flag moving forward, all the Knights of Camelot were as if injected with chicken blood, roaring and following the charge.

"Follow our King! Charge!"

"For victory!"

Finn, the commander of the two wings, Diarmuid, as well as Queen Medb and Scathach who had returned, launched a general attack on the Fomorian Giant Legion together.

If the mortal army launched a charge against a giant group with a complete line, even if they won, there would be many casualties.

After all, those ridiculously long clubs in the giants' hands were right there. With one sweep, at least a whole row of infantry would become airborne.

But now was different from then, the Fomorian giants were even more desperate. Because a large group of giants in golden helmets and armor, with even more exaggerated physiques, rushed out of the rainbow light.

Especially Hyrrokkin, the Fomorian giants were simply infants in front of this guy.

Hyrrokkin even disdained to use his flint club, he simply raised his left foot high and stomped down.

"Puff!"

A two-person-high Fomorian giant was crushed by him like a smashed pumpkin.

Hyrrokkin, who had been repeatedly instructed by Tangs, was also very considerate, shouting while advancing: "Mortals, stay away from our giants' advance route, don't blame us if you get trampled to death!"

"Okay!"

"Received!"

"Understood! Your Excellency!"

These giants belonging to the Aesir only picked on the largest chaotic stone men to deal with, and occasionally knocked down any Fomorian giants blocking the way with a single blow.

As for what happened to those Fomorian giants after they fell to the ground and were finished off by the mortals, that was none of their business.

They didn't know why His Majesty Tangs valued those mortals so much, but since this was their world, they should at least let the mortals have some sense of participation.

In fact, both the two knight orders and Medb's troops were very excited.

Facing those Fomorian giants who were scattered and staggered to the ground, the mortal warriors were able to exert their numerical advantage, collectively surrounding them, showering them with longbows and magic, then the spearmen bled them, and finally the brave knights pounced on them with nimble steps, even jumping on the giants' bodies to finish them off directly.

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On the main battlefield, Odin was going crazy.

After a brief daze, Odin went mad: "Why? Why do you have to force me! Tangs has already cut off most of my soul, why won't he let me go?"

This 'Thor' did not give him an answer. This Asgardian strongman, as always, launched an attack on Odin with a wide-open and close fighting style.

Whether it was a Fomorian giant or a chaotic stone giant, none of them were a match for Thor.

Odin was still so frightened that his pupils shrank rapidly.

He found that what was in front of him was Thor, and also not Thor!

It was an existence almost like Loki's favorite clone technique.

No! Even stronger than the clone technique.

Odin could sense that there was indeed a part of Thor's spirit in the body of this 'Thor'.

Just like Odin mixed a large number of chaotic remnants into his own remnant soul as a filler, Thor also poured a large amount of thunder power into this strange divine body.

In a sense, both sides were evenly matched.

The difference was that Odin's huge body pieced together from remnants of souls was his everything, while the Thor in front of him was just a [Divine Descent] clone.

This meant that even if Odin went crazy and allowed the entire Emerald Isle to be swallowed by chaotic power, he would not be able to hurt a single hair on Thor's main body.

As for the giants on the battlefield, Odin knew very well: his good elder brother Tangs did not cherish the giant race as much as he said. For Tangs, the giant subordinates could actually be abandoned.

Tangs had calculated everything!

He had even calculated that Odin might overturn the table at a critical moment, causing large pieces of the world barrier corrupted by the power of chaos to fall and bombard the battlefield, annihilating the airborne Asgardian forces.

This kind of calculation made Odin's hands and feet cold.